The Alpha's Queen Legion

Family Ties

PRESENT DAY

As I looked at Elizabeth, hatred filled every core of my soul. Elizabeth is an older spitting image of Christina. She is 5ft 6, shape of her face is square, and her complexion is ruddy, nose is long and narrow. She has large plump lips and small almond-shaped, blue eyes with a hint of green. Her hair is long, nut-brown and wavy. She held her head high, shoulders back, chest out and seems to look down on anyone who crosses her path. Clearly, she has money, her Alexander McQueen blazer could feed the homeless for months. If you are wondering, I was secluded so WI-FI was my best friend. My father scolded me for living in the “fantasy world” of YouTube and fashion. Unfortunately, the genes run thick, because I favor a brown version of Cruella, compliments to my father’s gene pool, although he is a lot darker. I am 5ft 8, light caramel, my father says that my eye color comes from Christina’s moodiness during her pregnancy. They remind you of a light opal stone, and they change colors with my mood. My nose is a little wider, lips fuller, butt bigger, and my double D breast have always been a constant struggle with training. My nutt brown hair is full, long, and wavy. My dad thanked God on several occasions that I was a tomboy. When we were on base, my parents sent me to school in the beginning, hence the nickname “mutt”; which contributed to homeschooling.

Snap back Tra, multi-task, analyze and interact. “My father is dead, so I’m guessing the horse and pony show is here because I have to live with Elizabeth?”

Elizabeth frowns, “I see you inherited Christina’s mouth, but yes. That is correct. Is that going to be a problem?”

Trying to tread lightly, I tell the Cruella, “Lady, my entire life has been a problem that I have always solved. Will it be a problem with you? I’m not dumb, I’m not a mute, but I am a mutt. Are you willing to explain to your ritzy friends why you have a mixed kid living with you?”

Elizabeth’s mouth curled into this evil grin that didn’t meet her eyes. “Clearly your parents didn’t discuss your grandfather and I honey. We don’t answer nor explain ourselves to anyone, they do to us.”

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After boarding and settling on the family owned jet, I take in the scenery of what is now my life. Incredibly detailed Hs are stitched and labeled onto everything, the bartender is positioned behind the bar, and in the back, there seems to bed, f*****g beds. As I take a deep sigh, Elizabeth takes a seat across from me. "Ok dear, we have some things to discuss", while checking the polish on her nails. "To start, I will not be calling you Tra, but I will bend to Trace. Tra sounds too much like a boy's name, and you are my granddaughter not my grandson. Next, I do have a grandson, and you have a brother". She looks up in my face, searching for a sign of emotion. Her eyebrows pinch together and wrinkles when she does not notice any. At that moment, I plan comes to me. They will be looking for me to be this fragile, broken, uneducated nuisance. I need to play this card to hide my hand. I suddenly act like it registers and reply, "What, but how?" One side of Elizabeth's mouth twerk and swear it seems to be a grin. She states, "O honey, your mother is the secret keeper. She delivered Timothy Before she met your father and then ran off, she never told your father about Tim. We raised him as our own because she never told us who his father was. From looking at your birthdate, she became pregnant with you 2 months later." Are you serious, f*****g Irish twins? I ask, "so you are telling me she abandoned 2 kids". Elizabeth clinched her jaws and said, "When I got the call from my PI that I hired to track you, that David was dead. I assumed that Christina had maybe died long before. I did not know, I had hoped that she wouldn't have done it again. I hoped the devastation of placing Tim in my arms would have stuck with her". She dropped her head, "Clearly I was mistaken". I left my eyes open to form tears in my eyes so I can look caring to ask, "So, how is he? "Elizabeth started to cry for a moment,” he is sweet, he hangs out with the Bold boy’s day end and day out. Going to school and partaking in the family business. They have been joined at the hip since they were 3; Marcus, Maddick, and Mason. Marcus is Tim's age, the twins are a year behind like you, but you are older. They are all in the same grade though, the twins took the test to jump. Like what you are going to do. I honestly would like you and Tim to be in the same grade so that your dorm can be near his." She must see the confusion on my face, "Sorry honey, I'm getting ahead of myself. You will be attending Riverton Prep, it is an hour away from the house. They have dormitories on campus, and they are divided by grades ". 

After arriving in Martha's Vineyard, I only know this because of the brochure at the airport. The limo pulls on to this long drive with trees on both sides, it looks never ending. The grounds are spacious and stunning. I can see mix formal gardens, lawns, and water features dozens of shrubs and trees that serve as a sort of secluded, urban refuge. The centerpiece of the Hendrix estate is a stunning mansion. The tan colored two story home is the length of a football field with beautifully peach trimmed windows. There are plush green vines climbing the walls with bloomed orange flowers. To the far right is the 180-degree driveway that sits in front on the main entrance. The same vines and flowers surround the multiple columns, but they are bigger, fuller. As I stare at amazement, I clearly have lost my since of placement. I did not realize that I had not only left the vehicle but made my way up the stairs and into the house. Elizabeth pulls me back to reality, "When you are here, your room will be upstairs; Tim has a room up there as well, but he mainly lives in the guest house". "Hey sissy". To my left there is a 6-foot boy leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets, I stare looking for traces of HER. He’s shirtless, and his chest resembles the sculpture outside in the yard, hell with this family it probably is. He has her narrow nose, and her beautifully set eyes to match: something I did not get. His hair is chestnut brown, shorter around the edges, longer up top, and falls perfectly on his forehead so he must constantly use his hand to brush it out if his face. He does not have our lips, but they are the perfect size with a hint of pink. And they are set in this permanent little smirk. When I do not respond, he swaggers over and say, "O s**t. Ma was right you're a f*****g mute." He then turns to Elizabeth, "Ma, so you're wanting me to not only claim this mixed girl is my sister, but she's also a mute? Are your intentionally trying to ruin me? Just send me to military school." He then drops onto the couch and kills himself with his imaginary gun. I chuckle as Elizabeth says, "You're a self-centered, dramatic, spoiled little prick Timothy Allen Hendrix. Trace let me show you to your room, we will deal with the asshole later after he resurrect himself". After the tour of the house I ask Elizabeth about my two requests before leaving the hospital: the accident report in detail, and my chest. "Yes dear, they both are in your room. BethAnn will take you shopping tomorrow for clothes and anything else you want or need. She's the home's caretaker, her room is on the lower level. Get situated, dinner is at 7, she has a fit if anyone is late". 

After an hour shower, the waterfall and multiple heads were amazing. I must remind myself not to say that out loud. I open the chest my father built for me. To anyone else it's your typical chest. But once I lift the clothes, pull the left corner tab up, and twist in my code. It opens to my pistol collection, all registered to me; thank you government contacts. Dual WE M92 Full Auto Chrome Beretta with suppressor and 10 mags. 

During dinner Elizabeth informed me that my grandfather, Christopher William Hendrix the III, is off on business and will meet me when "he sees fit." Tim was called to a meeting and could not make it. Meeting? 

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The next 3 weeks before school flies by. I have analyzed my father's report so many times I have it memorized. Even though a blowout and the scene match the story, I feel it in my gut that it is not right. 

I still have my internal clock and schedule. 4:30am-2 hour run 6:30am- Found a secluded area in woods to train. Father always said, "Punching bag won't get your knuckles used to a face like a tree will" 8:30am- Shower and avoid Christina's family. 

I have only seen Tim once, it was already awkward, BethAnn made it ten times worse. She made sure to bring it to his attention that I was coming in from my workout as he was "just leaving after spending all morning in the bed like a sloth injected with melatonin". I could not help but to smirk, as he growled and brushed my shoulder as he walked by. I love BethAnn, her deep-rooted southern upbringing keeps Tim in check. Elizabeth says that is why she has always been the household’s glue. Her and Elizabeth are like best friends, I do not know the entire story, but from my understanding. BethAnn and Elizabeth grew up together, all they would say is “their duties bonded them as sister”.

School starts in 3 days, and Elizabeth felt it necessary that I check in early and prepare to take my test. This is not your ordinary dorm room; this was a f*****g penthouse apartment. BethAnn is standing in the kitchen surrounded by marble countertops, crimson cabinets, and silver appliances. I asked Elizabeth how many roommates I have. She arched her eyebrow and said, "Hendrix doesn't share honey. This is all yours. Your brother is 4 doors down though." Not like it mattered, I think if I was being robbed, he will hold the door, or aim the gun so they can get away. BethAnn has everything decorated and organized. Where in the hell the clothes came from, I have no idea. 

There is a knock on the door and bursts in are two giggling beautiful girls. They introduced themselves as Kaitlyn and Madison. Kaitlyn is short, beautiful, has grey eyes, and blonde hair shaved on one side and the rest long. Madison is tall brown skinned, hazel eyes, and her hair is long, brown and curly yet flows with the slightest breeze. My first thought was the school placed them to make me ethnically comfortable. I accidentally blurt my thoughts out before I could think. Madison says,"hellz no, I'm not a racial diplomat. We have been friends for years, started out as pen pals for school. When I got older, I convinced my parents to let me move here, been roomies since." Her new Orleans charm is filled with warmth. Kaitlyn's dialect fits Elizabeth's and Tim's, guessing it is a vineyard thing. 

After introductions, the girls say they are across the hall. At this time, Elizabeth and BethAnn are sneaking out so I can "mingle". They know I’m not a talker, so I squint my eyes, shooting mental birds. 

"O my God, I can't believe we're on the same hall as the top Legions", Kaitlyn yelps in my ear. "Legions?" I ask. Madison sighs, "You know she doesn't know the hierarchy. Okay, pay close attention because your life depends on it. You have your Legions, and you have your fallen. “We..." Her hand waves between her and Kaitlyn. "Belong to the fallen. There were 35 founders that started the school over 100 years ago. To be a Legion, you must be a descendant. Legion's uniform is red, fallen we wear blue". O my world, what in the cluster f**k have I been dropped into. As if she is reading my mind, Kaitlyn says, "I know it sounds crazy but it's really not that bad. We stay to ourselves, there's the typical bullying but the system works." "Hate to jump topics, but who was the tall retired supermodel, I've seen her from somewhere?" I grimace at the thought of having to use her formal title, "she... she's my grandmother Elizabeth Hendrix." Both girls stare at me with their mouths wide open. For a moment I thought I had cow s**t on my nose. "So, you're a f*****g Legion? That explains why the 4 Horsemen actually have neighbors", Kaitlyn says. "I was wondering why I had to go through an extra layer of security, and they had to check my family members when they normally don't". "Same here" Madison retorted. "Calm down, yawl is acting like these people are royalty ". "They... you are coo coo cachoo" Madison says while throwing her hands in the air. "Well I can't be too important because my uniform is blue, and from how yawl explain it I'm glad". Sliding uncomfortably close Kaitlyn excitedly says, "So Timothy is your cousin?" "Timothy is my brother, it's a long story and no I don't want to explain. That's my family tree and that is the end of the conversation." Both girls squill and say, "best year ever" I did not know what that means, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be one hell of a ride.