The Alpha's Luna Is The Hidden Vampire Heiress

(Jousett) I always felt out in the small town of Willow’s Edge. The house I grew up in was cluttered with love and beautiful furniture. The air was always fragrant with my adoptive mom’s baking. My dad, a carpenter, spent evenings crafting wooden toys for children’s hospitals, his hands were worn but still gentle. My hair is long and wavy, black as midnight, my eyes a startling shade of silver blue - a stark contrast to the sun kissed skin and earthy tones of my parents, who are both from Puerto Rico, but they came to the United States at a young age. I was told I had been adopted as a baby, a story recounted with warmth and gratitude, but my adopted parents never went into details. I was never told where my birth parents came from, what their names were - these questions hung unanswered, floating through my childhood like dust motes in the morning sun. Not because they didn’t want to answer it, but because no one knew. All they heard was a loud knock in the middle of the night and dad found me just outside his front door. Yet, I adored my life. The lazy river that wound behind our house, the scent of pine and wild mint, the laughter of friends I have known since before I could walk. I always enjoyed the small things in life, especially the time I would spend with my adoptive parents. When I would spend time with mom cooking and baking while we listen to music. Then there was my time with dad. He would teach me how to hunt. He taught me how to use a bow and arrow. He taught me how to use knives in a different way than mom did, and he taught me how to use a sword. Dad always had a thing for swords, knives, and guns. I’m also very good at parkour. As I approached my seventeenth birthday, I began to notice peculiarities I would always dismissed as quirks. I never sunburned - no matter how long I wandered the meadows in July. My wounds healed at an unnatural speed; I remember the time I had gashed my leg on a rusty fence, the skin had sealed before my parents found me. My senses were sharp enough to hear a whispered secret across a bustling classroom. Sometimes, at night, I dreamt of stone corridors, of a mother’s lullaby in a language she did not know. Yet, I didn’t tell my adopted parents about these things. I was afraid that they would call me a freak or worse, be afraid of me. Now, eighteen, and a senior in high school just close to graduating and, unfortunately, I have to start in a whole new school, since someone was smart enough to burn down our high school. (Note the sarcasm). I walked into the school and noticed how more than half of the school looked like they could be models or actors with how beautiful they were. Also, those who looked beautiful and very handsome had this… particular smell that I couldn’t place. Many turned and looked at me, but I continued walking towards the office. “Hello? How may I help you?” the woman in the front asked. “Hello, my name is Jousett Vazquez. I’m a transferee from Willow’s high school,” I said. “Oh, yes, of course. Give me one second to get your schedule,” the woman said and went to the back. A few minutes later she returned with some papers. “Here is your schedule. This is your locker number and combination. You will find your locker on the second floor. And here is a map of the school. If you need anything, have any questions or concerns, please come back to the office,” she said. “Thank you,” I smiled and looked at my schedule. I smiled when I saw I had gym. I walked out of the office and headed up to the second floor where I was told my locker was. I check my schedule which I have for my first two Advanced Placement (AP) History and Science. I opened my locker when I felt eyes on me. I looked around and saw a few students looking at me and whispering amongst themselves. I listened to what they had to say. “She’s probably one of those students from that school that was burnt down,” one girl says. “Maybe she’s the one that burnt it out,” another girl added. “Don’t be ridiculous, if she had burnt it down she wouldn’t be here right now,” a guy said. I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my books. ‘New school, new drama and assumptions’ I thought to myself as I closed the locker and went to my first class just as the bell rang. I went to the teacher where he told me where I could sit. Students began to enter and, just like in the hallway, others were talking, but I tuned them out. The rest of the day continued like that, until I went to the gym. I changed my clothes to gym clothes and went out to the gym. As soon as I entered, the teacher’s head snapped towards me. I had never seen a man so… beautiful. His scent was of pine, sandalwood, and a hint of cinnamon, which was perfect. I walked towards the teacher. The closer I got to him, I began to feel this.. Thirst… almost like I was hungry, but I already had lunch, not to mention, the need to get to be close to him. Why am I feeling like this? I stopped in front of him and looked at him. “Hello, sir. My name is Jousett Vazquez. I’m the new student,” I said. He stares at me for a few seconds before clearing his throat. “Hello, Jousett. I’m Kyle, the substitute teacher and this is Asher, my friend and helper. Mr. Kyle said. “It’s good to meet you both,” I smiled. “So, Jousett, where did you go to school before?” Asher asked. “I came from that high school that burnt down,” I said. “Willow high school?” Mr. Kyle asked. I looked at him and his beautiful light brown eyes. “Y-yes sir, and no, I’m not the one who set it on fire,” I said, making him arch an eyebrow. “Why would you say that?” Mr. Kyle asked. “Because everyone seems to think that I did it. At least that’s what I have heard most of the day,” I said, and I swear I thought I heard him growl. “Alright, how about we start with stretching everyone. Today we’re playing lacrosse,” Asher announces. Most of the girls groaned. “I don’t want to break a nail,” some female said, and I stopped the urge to roll my eyes. I began to stretch. As I stretched I could feel eyes on me. I looked around discreetly to see Mr. Kyle was looking at me. I looked right back at him for a few seconds before looking away as Asher called for us to go outside. We are given helmets and a complete lacrosse stick. I’m the only female who's going to be playing this game. The guys look at me and smirk, probably thinking I don’t know how to play, but I’m going to let them think I don’t know how to until they see for themselves. “Jousett” Mr. Kyle called as he was towards me. I turned and looked at him. “The goal is to pass the ball between your teammates and shoot the ball into the opponent’s net. The ball must be kept in constant motion, and only the goalies can touch the ball with their hands,” Mr. Kyle tells me and even though I know this I still nod. “I understand, sir,” I said. I get into position and we play. * * *