2. Ch.1

Abigail looked around her now room empty once more, sighing to herself as she twirled in a circle.

This is the last time I’ll stare into these pink walls that I hated so much,she thought to herself.

Her mother had painted them pink thinking it would make her daughter more girly, while instead it had the opposite effect. These pink walls made Abigail want to rebel against those girly notions her mother had. She wanted to experience the bad side of life before she settled down into the softer side of things. She wanted to get into trouble with the Human officers and beg them not to call her parents. She wanted to sneak a boy into her room and fool around without it going too far. All in all, Abigail wanted a normal life, one she didn’t have the option of living.

She gazed around the room again, trying to find the spot that held the most positive thoughts. Memories rushed into her mind like a flood. Images of her and her friends playing around and dancing in this very room, times where her mom would ground her only to have her dad sneak her things back, and times where she would just lay down on the bed that covered the left side of her tiny room, contemplating on the times where she felt alone and different.

This room held many memories, many of which she didn’t want to give up just yet; or maybe she just wasn’t ready to, but her parents thought it was time that she moved on from the little neighborhood that they lived in; to have a better life. Her father had the chance to get a better job making more money and he wanted to take it. So, who was Abigail to stop him from that; but if they were asking her, and they weren’t, it didn’t make sense for them to leave one district just to go to another and live the same life. It seemed redundant.

“Abigail, sweetheart, are you ready? Your mom is going to pitch a cow if we don’t hurry,” her father said.

He had been standing in the doorway just watching her soak in her last moments in this room. It had been hers since the day she was born.

“Pop do we have to leave? I mean, I like it here. All my friends are here,” she asked.

This was Abigail’s last and finally attempt at trying to stay. The whole being an adult about it thing wasn’t really her strong suit. It seemed as if in this household she only got her way when she acted like a child, not an adult. Abigail wanted to have whatever she wanted like it has been since she was born, and right now she wanted to stay.

Abigail soaked in her fathers’ appearance as she waited for an answer. He was tall and slender, but he was built. He was handsome with his deep chestnut hair, eyes to match and tan skin. His bone structure was that of Ryan Reynolds; to say the very least, Abigail wasn’t the only one who thought her father was a looker. Even now, with that troubled look on his face he was still undeniably handsome.

He sighed heavily, “Sweetheart. I know you want to stay but think of all the things you’ll be able to get and do with me having this new job. And look on the bright side.”

“What’s the bright side of things Pop? That I’m leaving in the middle of the school year or that I’ll have to make new friends which, by the way, is hard enough without me being the new girl. I don’t really see the bright side,” Abigail ranted.

Abigail didn’t mean to lose her temper with her father; she just couldn’t see herself not living in this house anymore. It was her home and had been since she was a baby. All her friends, how few they were, had been her friends since elementary. All her best childhood and teenage memories were here in this house, in this very room and she didn’t want to lose that because of money.

“The bright side of things is that you won’t have to deal with the Wickans where we are going.” He smiled at her knowing that regardless of the situation she’d be thrilled about that.

Abigail didn’t have the best luck when it came to the Supers that went to her school. She and her family lived in a Wickan district, West Haven to be exact. This district use to be the California, Washington and Oregon states before the war, but now it was called West Haven; one of the poorest Human ghettos in North America.

The Wickans here were all about their looks. They believed that no Human was better looking than them, and if they found one that was, she was instantly ‘disposed’ of. So, it was no surprise to anyone in West Haven that the Wickans hated Abigail. They would torture Abigail and her friends at school, but Abigail never let that get her down, her self-esteem was higher than that.

Wherever Abigail and her friends went, the Wickans followed. In school, out of school, in the Human shopping centers etc. you name a place and the Wickans would follow Abigail and her friends. They bullied them for whatever and Abigail would get the most of it. They’d comment on her hair, which was almost a platinum blonde, and how it didn’t match the color of her eyebrows, which were a dark brown. She had told them once that she was just born that way, but they didn’t buy it.

They would talk about her father’s job and would ask her how many Vampyrs her father needed to “please” to get enough money for her to buy the bleach. They made fun of her skin color because while everyone, excluding the Vampyrs, had tan skin or darker her skin was a pale peach color that brought out not only the beauty and uniqueness of her hair and eyebrow colors, but it also brought out her jade eyes. Long story short, Abigail was exceptionally beautiful, and they hated her for it.

It never phased Abigail. She wasn’t weak and didn’t plan on letting some Supers bring her down. There wasn’t much anyone could really anyone could really do to hurt Abigail. The only thing that affected her, even in the slightest way, was if someone brought up the fact that she didn’t look like her parents. The Wickans often told her that her parents weren’t really her parents that her parents were dead, or in a different district as some Super’s sex slave. Those words were even to make her angry; not because it was mean and hurtful, but because Abigail really didn’t know if there was truth in their words.

Abigail’s mothers’ hair was just as dark as her fathers’, but her eyes were a hazel color that most would die for. She was slender; her body had no curves to it compared to Abigail. Her mothers’ tan skin was just as dark as her fathers’. Every time Abigail looked at them, she felt out of place. She couldn’t build up enough courage to ask them if she was adopted. She didn’t think she was ready for that answer. At the ripe age of sixteen, news like that could change her life. So, she would just have to wait it out.

“No Wickans? Will there be other Supers there,” she asked excited and then instantly felt dumb for asking the question.

Of course, there will be Supers there,she thought to herself.

She couldn’t help the excited word vomit that had come from her lips. The prospects of there not being any Supers would be amazing, but Abigail wouldn’t be picky, she’d take not having Wickans around any day.

“Yes, there will be other Supers. We can’t get away from that but there will be NO Wickans whatsoever. I promise.”

“What kind then?”

“Lykos,” he mumbled. His head was low, and he spoke so soft that Abigail wasn’t sure she had even heard him right.

“What was that Pop?”

“Aaron, Abigail. What’s taking you so long,” her mother shouted up the steps.

“We are coming Janis,” Aaron replied to her before looking back down at his daughter. He internally sighed in relief.

Saved by the wife,he thought.

“Let’s go Abigail, before your mom skins us alive.”

Aaron slightly nudged her towards the door. He knew that if he didn’t and they stayed up there any longer Janis would’ve had a cow and then blamed it all on Abigail. He didn’t know what Janis’ problem was with their daughter, but he was sick of the arguing between the two.

Janis was her mother and he always made a huge ordeal of reminding her of that fact. She couldn’t always do things for Abigail her way. Abigail was different and frankly Aaron was happy that she was. That meant he wouldn’t have to meet any hormonally challenged teenaged boys anytime soon.

Janis also had to realize that she couldn’t just do things for just her anymore. They had a kid, which means that Abigail comes first, always. Aaron couldn’t remember the last time Janis had done something nice for their daughter. The last thing he remembered was Janis painting the walls in Abigail’s room pink when she knew that Abigail hated pink. After that fiasco Janis just gave up on the whole motherly love institution.

Both Aaron and Abigail made their way to the car. Everything was packed up and ready for them to leave. Abigail had already said goodbye to all her friends telling them that she’d call them as soon as they got to where they were going. In her mind she was thinking about just taking off into a sprint and head to one of her friends’ house, but she thought against that. Her parents would get into so much trouble with the Supers that it wasn’t worth it.

The ride was quiet in the car. Abigail and Aaron made small talk while Janis just stared out the window.

Janis hated Abigail, but she loved her too. Abigail was her daughter, but she was also nothing like Janis envisioned her first daughter being. When she and Aaron found out that they were getting a baby Janis prayed for a little girl; that way she could dress her up in pretty clothing, from what they could afford, and shoes. She wanted to teach her daughter how to wear make-up to accentuate her best features, but all Abigail does is wear that God-awful black eyeliner every day. Janis wanted to do things with Abigail, but they were so different she didn’t know what to do or how to approach her. They had been driving for more than five hours when Janis decided to try and spark conversation.

“Abigail, are you ready to go to your new school? I hear that this town is a good place for Humans and Supers. There’s a lot more to do there.”

“That’s great mom,” Abigail answered. She sounded as uninterested as she was. Janis looked at Aaron giving him a look that asked him what she should do.

“Keep trying,” he mouthed.

“You know you could paint your room any color you want.”

“What no pink?”

“Nope. You hate pink. So, you can have any color you want,” Janis offered.

Abigail perked up at the thought.

Any color I wanted,she mused.

“Any color I want,” Abigail asked smiling.

“That’s right. So, name the color so we can go get it together,” she told her.

“Black. I want my room painted black.”

Abigail didn’t want her room painted black. That would be too depressing and by no means was Abigail depressed, but she did love amping her mother up. She knew her mother would flip if she said black. She looked over to see her father chuckling on the driver’s side. He knew she was joking with Janis, but he could see that Janis thought that she was serious. If only Janis knew that Abigail’s favorite color was green.

“Well if that’s what you want then you can have it,” Janis said. She was trying to show Abigail support.

Janis wanted a relationship with her daughter, and she’d take any form of mother daughter time she could get. She couldn’t get Abigail to girl up more, so her thought was to grunge up a little bit. Maybe Abigail could take her to a few of the hip places the teenagers hung out when they became more settled. All these thoughts poured into her mind making her smile.

Maybe this would be easier than I thought, Janis said to herself.

Aaron and Abigail both had wide eyes as Janis spoke those words. She had never been supportive of what Abigail wanted, so for her to be that way now was a huge shock. Janis had a smug expression on her face. She knew she had surprised the pair and for that she decided that later in the day she was going to reward herself.

“Well, uh, thanks mom,” Abigail said.

The rest of the ride was eerily quiet. Everyone was too busy thinking about what had just occurred. Aaron was excited that Janis and Abigail were getting along. He had been waiting for a long time to see things like that happen between the two. Janis was excited because she had finally had a “moment” with her daughter, and she couldn’t wait to see the nice thing she was going to get herself for accomplishing that. Abigail had become oddly optimistic about the move. Once her mom had finally accepted her difference, she felt like a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders. Everything seemed like it could only get better from there.

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“We’re here,” Aaron shouted as he stepped out of the car to stretch. It was almost six in the evening before they had finally made it to their new home.

“Where are we,” Abigail asked.

She looked around the low population of the uppity row of ghetto houses; a heavily forested wood surrounded them. There were trees that seemed like if they grew any higher, they would be able to touch a cloud. Come to think of it, as she turned around in a circle, she noticed that this ghetto was basically green.

I know that my favorite color is green, but this is ridiculous,she mumbled internally.

“Welcome to the Night Wing district,” Aaron replied happily.

This was one of the best districts to live in for a Human. If you were respectful and abided by the rules and laws set by the Alpha King and Prince, then you were just fine. The internal war between the Lykos and Vampyrs still waged on so there weren’t any Vampyrs or Wickans in this district. When Aaron had heard that there would be no Wickans allowed in this district he immediately thought of Abigail; she wouldn’t be tormented while she was here.

“Oh gosh honey. Doesn’t it smell fresh here,” Janis quipped.

“That’s the smell of trees and clean air,” Aaron responded.

“Can we please just go in the house? I have school in the morning remember. What with me having to register and all.” Abigail grabbed her suitcase from the back of the car and got out, gingerly walking to the door.

Aaron and Janis looked at her with confused expressions before just shrugging it off to her just being tired. Ever since they had turned into the town Abigail had been a little more than jittery. Her parents watched on as she laid her head on the window and tried to rest, but to avail. They watched, as their child couldn’t pull her eyes away from the forested area surrounding their new neighborhood. It was like the forest had some sort of pull to her.

It was something about this place that had Abigail visibly shaken. It was like she had been there before. She knew where she was before she was told. She could recall every part of the town before her father could recite the history that his employer had given him.

Living in the city, Abigail didn’t encounter a lot of nature, but here, here she felt like everything was calling out to her, whispering things about themselves that no one else would know. All she wanted to do was go and touch every tree she could, so she could put that feeling to rest. And now she had to worry about this feeling while she was dealing with the struggles of being the new girl. Her life couldn’t get any worse...