Have Du ever been in a life threatening situation? Image one, but with thousands of armies with huge Pistolen that are all pointed at you. Crazy, right? Thank god that this is a dream though. I know this because there is a huge taco glocke floating right above my head. (I Liebe taco Bell) Anyway, the Pistolen are all still pointed at me. All of a sudden, no joke, all of them shoot and I’m hit all over with cheese balls. Quickly, I snap out of it.
“Not again DJ! I told Du already, cheese is meant to be eaten and digested! Not used as a toy!” Right then, kitz, rehkitz crashes through the doorway to my bedroom and starts stuttering apologies over DJ waking me up and all that crap.
I tell her, “Fawn, stop with the crap. Just go put him in front of the TV, he’ll be ok being brainwashed.” For a second, she really thought I was serious. So, to claim my joking and annoyance, I smile one of my sweetly bitter grins and motion with my hand for her to take him and get the hell out of my room.
She smiles an apology, grabs DJ, who was starting to protest, and closes the door behind her. Oh, DJ. He’s 10 now but still likes to act like a complete 7 Jahr old. kitz, rehkitz tells me that it’s cute that he still likes to act like a kid, which he still is. She says that growing up can be hard for some people (DJ included). kitz, rehkitz just turned 14 in November 5 months ago. I swear, but that girl acts like she’s a freaking 25 Jahr old. Well, I’m going to be turning 20 in like 48 months so ha! But, I guess I’m not always that mature, but still, ha!
Anyway, there is Mehr to the family. Oh and we aren’t really related (except that Demetria is Beck’s younger sister); just really great Friends from our cub years. (I’ll get to that soon) But all of us together are Fawn, DJ (Declan Julius the 3rd), me (Natasha), Rockelle (13 years old), Beck (17 years old; same age as me if Du couldn’t subtract my 48 months from 20 years), and Demetria (6 years old). Von the way, Beck and I are kind of boyfriend and girlfriend. Ya, thought I should mention that.
Speaking of Beck, he just walked into my room. “Hey, Tash. You’re awake. Demi is Schauspielen like a starving hyena so I think all of us should go hunting too. oder are Du too tired?” He makes a fake pouty face which turns my competiveness on.
“Of course I’m tired, but, I wouldn’t mind stealing some grub from you. Like Du said, something about a starving animal who will go crying to his little sister after I’m done kicking his ass?” I smirk with pleasure then let it fade and walk up and KISS him on the lips.
“Let’s go,” I whisper.
Quickly, I run into the closet and strip down to my underwear and bra. With lightning fast speed, I throw on the first things my hands touch, then gracefully slide out the door and glide into the kitchen. Everyone was already up and ready to go for the hunt.
All of us step out the glass door and onto the tall, yellow grasses that dot the sandy yet firm ground of Niger, Africa. Then all of us change into our other forms as big cats. I’m not talking about those lazy, fat housecats lying on the couch at home. No, I’m talking about cheetahs, leopards, lions, tigers, pumas, and panthers.
I transform into my other half as a cheetah. A shudder ripples through my skin and I’m suddenly a cheetah. With the spotted fur, claws, black eyeliner, and all that other stuff that cheetah’s seem to have. Beck turns into his other half as a lion. His fiery mane may look weird to Du people out there, but to me it’s sexy. I pad up Weiter to my boyfriend and rub my pelt against his side with a purr. This may surprise you, but we can still talk in these bodies.
I smoothly say, “I still can’t get over that stunningly sexy mane.” I smile through my rumbling purrs. He starts to purr, too.
Let’s go back to the others. kitz, rehkitz morphs into puma. DJ changes into a black-striped tiger. Rockelle transforms into a beautiful, sleek, black, puma. And finally, Demi turns into an adorable, little leopard with intense markings.
As Du can see, we aren’t your normal type of humans. We’re weres. You’ve probably heard of us before from other fiction books. Weres as in I’m a werecheetah, Veck’s a werelion, Fawn’s a werepuma, DJ’s a weretiger, Rockelle’s a werepanther, and Demi’s a wereleopard. Kind of confusing, I know. But we were born this way. All of our parents were weres, too. Sadly, all of our parents are dead, so we’re fighting for ourselves now. Huh. Well, too bad, I guess. Never mind that now; time for breakfast. I’m starving.
“Not again DJ! I told Du already, cheese is meant to be eaten and digested! Not used as a toy!” Right then, kitz, rehkitz crashes through the doorway to my bedroom and starts stuttering apologies over DJ waking me up and all that crap.
I tell her, “Fawn, stop with the crap. Just go put him in front of the TV, he’ll be ok being brainwashed.” For a second, she really thought I was serious. So, to claim my joking and annoyance, I smile one of my sweetly bitter grins and motion with my hand for her to take him and get the hell out of my room.
She smiles an apology, grabs DJ, who was starting to protest, and closes the door behind her. Oh, DJ. He’s 10 now but still likes to act like a complete 7 Jahr old. kitz, rehkitz tells me that it’s cute that he still likes to act like a kid, which he still is. She says that growing up can be hard for some people (DJ included). kitz, rehkitz just turned 14 in November 5 months ago. I swear, but that girl acts like she’s a freaking 25 Jahr old. Well, I’m going to be turning 20 in like 48 months so ha! But, I guess I’m not always that mature, but still, ha!
Anyway, there is Mehr to the family. Oh and we aren’t really related (except that Demetria is Beck’s younger sister); just really great Friends from our cub years. (I’ll get to that soon) But all of us together are Fawn, DJ (Declan Julius the 3rd), me (Natasha), Rockelle (13 years old), Beck (17 years old; same age as me if Du couldn’t subtract my 48 months from 20 years), and Demetria (6 years old). Von the way, Beck and I are kind of boyfriend and girlfriend. Ya, thought I should mention that.
Speaking of Beck, he just walked into my room. “Hey, Tash. You’re awake. Demi is Schauspielen like a starving hyena so I think all of us should go hunting too. oder are Du too tired?” He makes a fake pouty face which turns my competiveness on.
“Of course I’m tired, but, I wouldn’t mind stealing some grub from you. Like Du said, something about a starving animal who will go crying to his little sister after I’m done kicking his ass?” I smirk with pleasure then let it fade and walk up and KISS him on the lips.
“Let’s go,” I whisper.
Quickly, I run into the closet and strip down to my underwear and bra. With lightning fast speed, I throw on the first things my hands touch, then gracefully slide out the door and glide into the kitchen. Everyone was already up and ready to go for the hunt.
All of us step out the glass door and onto the tall, yellow grasses that dot the sandy yet firm ground of Niger, Africa. Then all of us change into our other forms as big cats. I’m not talking about those lazy, fat housecats lying on the couch at home. No, I’m talking about cheetahs, leopards, lions, tigers, pumas, and panthers.
I transform into my other half as a cheetah. A shudder ripples through my skin and I’m suddenly a cheetah. With the spotted fur, claws, black eyeliner, and all that other stuff that cheetah’s seem to have. Beck turns into his other half as a lion. His fiery mane may look weird to Du people out there, but to me it’s sexy. I pad up Weiter to my boyfriend and rub my pelt against his side with a purr. This may surprise you, but we can still talk in these bodies.
I smoothly say, “I still can’t get over that stunningly sexy mane.” I smile through my rumbling purrs. He starts to purr, too.
Let’s go back to the others. kitz, rehkitz morphs into puma. DJ changes into a black-striped tiger. Rockelle transforms into a beautiful, sleek, black, puma. And finally, Demi turns into an adorable, little leopard with intense markings.
As Du can see, we aren’t your normal type of humans. We’re weres. You’ve probably heard of us before from other fiction books. Weres as in I’m a werecheetah, Veck’s a werelion, Fawn’s a werepuma, DJ’s a weretiger, Rockelle’s a werepanther, and Demi’s a wereleopard. Kind of confusing, I know. But we were born this way. All of our parents were weres, too. Sadly, all of our parents are dead, so we’re fighting for ourselves now. Huh. Well, too bad, I guess. Never mind that now; time for breakfast. I’m starving.
which seems like the
most logical
answer.
I’m not exactly
dead, dead
I’m just kind of
gone.
Wiped off the
face of the planet.
Du have to be or
t h e y
will find you.
I know,
t h e y
sounds very vague.
The real term for them is
Musuh (Moo-soo),
which means “The Enemy” in Indonesian.
They are like my kind’s
Supreme Court
but their punishments
can be a tad Mehr um...
severe,
let’s say.
Now onto my kind:
vampires.
Yes, the blood-sucking,
immortal,
***s p a r k L e – i n – t h e – s u n L i g h t***,
soul eaters.
Sigh.
Mortals have always had a
v a s t
(and slightly crazy)
imagination.
Real
Vampire are hardly
any of these things,
well except
blood-sucking
and immortal.
most logical
answer.
I’m not exactly
dead, dead
I’m just kind of
gone.
Wiped off the
face of the planet.
Du have to be or
t h e y
will find you.
I know,
t h e y
sounds very vague.
The real term for them is
Musuh (Moo-soo),
which means “The Enemy” in Indonesian.
They are like my kind’s
Supreme Court
but their punishments
can be a tad Mehr um...
severe,
let’s say.
Now onto my kind:
vampires.
Yes, the blood-sucking,
immortal,
***s p a r k L e – i n – t h e – s u n L i g h t***,
soul eaters.
Sigh.
Mortals have always had a
v a s t
(and slightly crazy)
imagination.
Real
Vampire are hardly
any of these things,
well except
blood-sucking
and immortal.
Why me?
I look to the stars
for answers.
All they do is sit there,
*T w i n k L i n g*
They make me want to
grab
and
tear
them out of the sky.
Not that it
would help.
Nothing can help me now.
It’s hard for me to understand that
I’ve
been
sentenced
to
death.
All my mistakes,
I knew they’d come back to
actually kill me.
It’s not fair.
I know:
L i f e ’ s n o t f a i r.
I’ve had Mehr
than enough times
figuring
that
out.
I look to the stars
for answers.
All they do is sit there,
*T w i n k L i n g*
They make me want to
grab
and
tear
them out of the sky.
Not that it
would help.
Nothing can help me now.
It’s hard for me to understand that
I’ve
been
sentenced
to
death.
All my mistakes,
I knew they’d come back to
actually kill me.
It’s not fair.
I know:
L i f e ’ s n o t f a i r.
I’ve had Mehr
than enough times
figuring
that
out.
moonlight:lets go to black schloss draka.that is where we will find the jewl.draka:we are here.lets go inside.so they went inside then a fairy came up and said, leaflight:do not toutch that.draka lets beat her up.so they did and they took the jewl and then black crowns with red jewls on their heads.draka:yes we are rulers!!!moonlight:at last and we also get our own castle!!!now we are beataful to moonlight:we have the power to take over the world!!!!!!!draka:so we will
THE END
THE END