Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 77

Rebecca

The rain is pissing down from the clouded sky, and loud thunder illuminates the entire place.

Where the heck am I?

A block?

Mansions line up the street, and cars are parked next to the curb. Shiny black metal and fancy-looking headlights catch my attention. Oh. I'm back in the modern era?

I'm not sure if that is good or bad news.

I squint in the rain. Nicely tended gardens and colorful bicycles outside most homes tell me rich people with kids live here.

My stomach gurgles in response to that. Maybe some family will be friendly enough to let me come in

I wander forward.

I have no memory of where I came from. My past is a total mystery, and so are the bruises on my arms but here are five major things I know about myself. One: I'm a lycan.

Two: I have a strange power that I can't control. It's an ability that takes me to different locations, som Three: I'm a lycan rogue-a total lone wolf, which is heartbreaking since it means I'm all alone. Four: My name is Rebecca.

s even making me time travel. It means that I have no home to call my own.

Five: I'm chased by demons who wish to eat me, and anyone who gets close to me will put themself at risk people die because of me.

I ignore the last fact about myself and try not to cry when a sharp rock digs into my heel.

I'm too broken to shed tears.

Empty on the inside.

No one loves me, and I'm bound to die alone.

How could I possibly cry over a damn rock?

Determinedly, I wipe away tears from my eyes and walk barefoot over dark asphalt while the storm rages on.

I'm soaked to the bone by the heavy rain and set course for the first house I see on the street.

It's white and looks lovely. I step up to the porch, dizzy from my hunger yet strong enough to knock on the door.

It takes a few seconds for a red-haired woman with a ba by in her arms to open the door. She has friendly eyes and freckles.

"Can I help you?"

I smile at the red-haired woman because I know she wouldn't let me die. She smells like a werewolf. A luna, to be exact, and my gut tells me she wouldn't allow someone to pass away on her doorstep. My body seems to agree because I pass out from sheer exhaustion. My eyes flicker, and then total darkness.

***

I wake up to a pair of eyes blinking at me. They belong to a child with dark hair and luminous skin. He tilts his head at me.

"You have weird eyes and strange h There is a gasp and then a sharp, al Is she the kid's mother?

"WILLIAM! THAT'S NOT THE FIRST TH William grumpily crosses his arms c "It's alright... I'm not offended by st William beams up at me. He is all p

"There he goes again, bragging..."

I look up and notice the red-heade It would be rude...

> pick apart someone's appearance. "I didn't know people with brown:

bedroom. I turn my head and realize it comes from the beautiful red-t

FROM A COMA!"

osed to ask? I think her eyes are cool..."

our eyes are cool too-one red and one blue-that's rare, isn't it?"

reen his teeth. "It's because I'm a hybrid!"

food tray filled with delicious stuff. My stomach gurgles at the view of