Scarlet, Kaitlyn Spellman [ebook reader web .TXT] 📗

because my mouth was full. I finished chewing that then hugged jack.

“Lisa did you find out why the rouges were sent,” I asked slowly losing my appetite at the thought of the smelly corpse. Finishing all of my fruit salad Lisa explained all that she knew but it was still nothing, basically they left no fingerprints for us to use as clues.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I told them while looking around. Taking a finial sip of my wine-blood I stood up and flashed upstairs to my room. Inside was a maid folding my bed of scarlet red, once she saw me she apologized and walked out. I called after her and she turned around appearing in front of me.

“Thank you.” she nodded and smiled then turned back walking down the hall. Stepping into my room I wonder why I have a bad gut feeling about the Prince. Even though I’ve known him since I was younger I know absolutely nothing about him. Shrugging it off I walked into the bathroom. Turning on the shower I waited for it to heat up. Looking into the mirror my eyes widen in shock. I looked down and poked one of my many cuts on my stomach. Why haven’t I felt it yet, I asked myself then undressed. Studying the mirror my need for a shower only raised. I stepped into the glass shower and instantly felt warmth of the water take over me. All of my sore and tight muscles began to loosen. Washing my body I felt better with all of the stench and blood off me. While I was shampooing my hip length raven black hair I got another gut feeling and sped up using my inhuman speed. Turning off the shower I stepped out and dried off. Running across the room into my walk in closet I picked out one of my one shoulder dresses and slipped it on. Flashing downstairs I heard shouting in the living room.

“Father, would you shut up, I was enjoying my shower until all this bedlam downstairs,” I growled while walking into the living room starring at my horrid father.

“Scarlet this doesn’t concern you,” my mother’s airy voice creaked.

“Then who does it concern,” I questioned my father with a death glare, only if looks could actually kill my life would be great.

“King and Queen, I’m sorry but my son and I need to get back to the kingdom,” King Gavin explained trying to get away from whatever they were talking about. If curiosity killed the cat, I’ll get one of my dogs to find out. Stalking out of the living room I ran up to Lisa.

“Lisa, we have some werewolf guard’s right,” I questioned swinging into her room. She slowly nodded and got up from her maroon bed.

“You know, I can always help with snooping around Scar,” she offered her innocence slowly rotting away. I shook my head and took her arm and then ran down the stairs towards the guarding headquarters. Walking into the room uninvited all of the guards stood up in defense mood and I held my hands in a surrender motion.

“So, you all have great hearing right,” I questioned a smirk playing on my cherry lips. They all nodded some more cautioned then others. Lisa arched an eyebrow with me and we looked towards each other than towards the guards. Blake our number one werewolf sighed and turned around walking away from us. This isn’t the first time we needed their… help.

“You won’t get caught Blake, all you have to do is listen then report to me what you heard, simple,” I explained with puppy dog eyes. Lisa looked over and saw what I was doing and joined, her big brown eyes melting into Blake’s soul.

“Please, Blake,” she chimed in her lip quivering. He finally broke and I smiled, ah we did this to him last time also.

“No sneaking out,” he asked reminiscing about the last time he ‘helped’ us. I shook my head and bit my lip from laughing at his misfortune. We made it halfway through the lawn when my mum came out and yelled at us.

“He’ll do it,” Drake his brother stated. I saluted them and flashed to the kitchen. Sitting on the stool I starred at Jack’s back waiting for him to notice me. When he turned around he smiled and out of the wine and bagged blood.

“Loyal like dogs, ears like dogs, teeth like dogs, I’m starting to think werewolves are dogs, but I like dogs so nothing wrong with that,” I told Jack as he poured me for wine-blood. He laughed and shook his head, probably picturing the guards as little puppies running around. . Lisa came into the kitchen and sat down next to me.

“You know Scar, you can’t be getting into any trouble,” Lisa lectured me in her motherly voice. Rolling my eyes Jack handed me the glass of wine-blood.

“Lisa didn’t you know, Trouble is my middle name,” I exclaimed and took a sip of wine-blood. Closing my eyes I held out my hand and imaged a doggie bone. Opening my light grey eyes I nodded satisfied, joke time. Taking my wine-blood and bone in hand I looked at Lisa and told her to come with me. Flashing to the guarding headquarters we walked in. I took a sip of my wine-blood and sat down on one of their couches.

“Princess Scarlet, do you need anything,” Drake questioned confused to why I was sitting next to him. I shrugged and took another sip acting casual. Swirling the dog bone in my other hand I scanned the room to see all of the werewolves eye-balling it. I knew it, they are dogs. I jumped up from the couch and point to all of them and laughed.

“I knew it, I just knew it,” I exclaimed and Lisa burst into laughter. All of the guards looked at us like we were crazy.

“You guys are like dogs, are you guys’ quarter dog, quarter wolf, quarter human?” Blake huffed and grabbed the dog bone throwing it out into the hall, one of the guards went after it and I pointed to Blake.

“Exactly,” I exclaimed, Blake looked at me like I was crazy.

“Do you want me to do you this favor or not,” Blake questioned and I instantly shut up and gave him the challenging look.

“If you do this for me I’ll give you a dog treat,” I offered and flashed back to the kitchen without listening to his reply. Sitting on the stool I laughed and sighed in exhaust. Taking a sip of my wine-blood I looked at Jack wondering why he is in such a good mood.

“What happened at the club,” I questioned knowing that happy mood, something happened and he liked it. His face lit up and he walked around the island to sit on the stool next to me. I smiled and he told me his story, I laughed at the funny parts, said aw at the sweet parts and fist pumped him at the great parts.

“What about you anything interesting,” Jack asked half knowing the answer.

“Jack, my job isn’t to flirt with mindless humans, it’s to protect my kingdom and vampires, I protect werewolves and witches also, but that’s only because I have this odd connection to them I can’t figure out. It’s like… I don’t know,” I explained hoping he would just get it instead of asking anymore questions. He did get it and nodded.

“You’re very loyal to everyone I don’t see anything monstrous about you. Your father is just messed up in the head, and I have a secret I heard from one of the maids,” Jack declared smiling waiting for me to ask ‘what.’

“What is this secret you heard about him. Is it gossip or rumor,” I whispered leaning closer to him, secrets should always be whispered even if werewolves live with you.

“Neither gossip nor rumor, the plain truth, he isn’t your father,” Jack whispered and leaned back looking at me for my reaction. Sitting there I was dumbfounded the most, glad he wasn’t my father, confused to why I call him father, and astonished to how I never found out.

“That’s a big secret,” I squealed with wide eyes. Jack tilted his head and pushed the glass up to my mouth intending me to drink it. With my light grey eyes still widened I took a regular sized drink of the wine-blood. It soothed me some and my eyes tiredly went back to normal. Lisa stormed into the kitchen looking half angry half sad.

“We never went back to the club,” she whined pacing back and forth on the other side of the marble island. I arched an eyebrow at jack and he nodded.

“We have to get Scar to kiss at least one human,” Lisa proposed, I screeched and shook my head frantically. Everyone ran into the room looking for trouble. But then again Trouble is my middle name.

“Well while you all are here, we are going back to the club and she screeched because we are MAKING her kiss a human,” Jack explained and everyone high fived each other.

“Gross, humans are all, gross,” I squeaked thinking of the first time I kissed a human. Yuck.
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Publication Date: 12-31-2011

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