|Not What She Seems
Author: QueenofYourWorld PM
Killiope and Kermira are identical twin werewolves. However they are different as night and day. What happens when the soon to be Alpha claims one as his mate but the other twin feels the mating bond as well.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Supernatural - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,305 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 04-22-12 - Published: 04-13-12 - id: 3013316
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A sigh escapes my lips as I close my history book harshly. There was no way I was going to get any work done when my brother and his group of baboons were playing that game loudly. I mean, really? Do they have to use the surround sound or scream their heads off? I glared at the wall as I screamed the questions in my head. Yep in my head because I know that no matter how furious I was, I would never do anything. I, Killiope Darvette Friar, am a shy, spineless, ordinary, unsocial outcast of my pack. And yes I said pack, as in werewolves, but that will be discussed later.
Anyway as I was saying, I'm the girl everyone avoids. Everyone to from the Alpha to my parents; they all act as if I'm an intruder. Well not everyone hates me. My sister Kermira likes me. I think that's because she is my twin. My identical twin, who everyone loves. I sigh once more and slid out of bed and walk over to my full length mirror. I see why they hate me and not her. I have long, jet black hair that look dry and frizzy. My green/brown eyes hidden behind glasses. My light brown skin is the only thing going for me. (My mom is black and dad is white.) My sense of style is old jeans and oversized shirts, and I always wear a jacket no matter the temperature. I was basically the nerd you see in every movie and think a person like that doesn't exist.
But my sister was different. Though we are identical, she had the confidence to bring out the inner beauty that I could not. She had cut her hair into a fresh styled bob. Her own set of green eyes shown with cheer and happiness that no one could look away from. She always dressed sexy without looking like a slut. She was everything I was not but wished I could be.
I stood there looking into the mirror, wallowing in self-pity when my bedroom door slammed opened.
"Ki Ki, I need help!" A whine made it to my ears. "I hate history, and science, and math, and every other subject." I shook my head with a laugh. Okay so maybe I had something my sister didn't, the love of school.
"Ke Ke, stop whining." I said using the nickname only I was allowed to say, as she was with my nickname.
"But I need help..." She whined more and made me roll my eyes.
"Why do you whine when you know I'm going to help you?" I walked pass her and went sit on the bed one more before looking back for an answer.
"Because...it's fun sissy." She bounced onto the bed, both of us laughing.
"Not a good excuse but I will take it anyway. Now let's get to your homework." I took her book and flipped to the assigned page, with Kermira looking on intently as I started to explain the material. As I watched her try to understand, I could not help but smile. She was the only one who listened to me, the only one who cared what I had to say.
"Thank the gods it over." I closed my note book after Killi helped me with the last problem. I lay back across the pillows closing my eyes. "Thank you Ki Ki."
"Welcome." I heard her say softly. I open my eyes and looked at her as she straightened up our stuff. She was a great big sister even though others never saw it. She took care of me my whole life. I know to others that would seem like a lie but it's true. When we were little she made sure my shoes were tied. She would give me her cookies if I dropped or lost mine. Even now she is there for me. Like when I don't study for a test. She will dress up like me and hide her hair in a knit cap and take my exams then quickly trade places with me after. She always made sure I was happy but she never seemed happy herself unless she was with me. I never understood why she was so shy or why she never became like me. We are going to be 18 in three days and she remains childlike in most ways, innocent to the bone.
"Earth to Kermira." A hand flashed in front of my face, drawing me out my thoughts.
"Huh?" I looked up. "Mom called us to dinner. Come on." She got up and went to the door, opening it.
"I'll be down in a second. Save me two legs." She nodded and left the room. I love chicken, and the legs were my favorite. Killiope on the other hand hated them. She hated all meat, which is why she is the only vegetarian werewolf I know. That one little fact made others of our kind find her to be even weirder. I got out of bed and left the room to head to the dining area when I felt a strong sharp pain on my right side. Then I heard Killiope cry out. I ran downstairs as fast as I could to see my sister on the floor crying, and our older brother Krayon kicking her. "STOP!" I yelled but sounded more like a growl.
I watched as he quickly stop and look at me with soft eyes. "Shit I forgot again Ke Ke." He walked toward me but I growled again. "Don't call me that and don't touch her again." I went to Killi and helped her up, wiping the tears from her face. I could tell the amount of pain she was in because I could feel it. Since we can remember we both could since the others pain and emotions.
She gasped some. "I'm fine sissy." She lied. I wanted to tell her to not lie to me but from the look in her eyes I knew she didn't want to fight with me on the issue. I just nodded and helped her to the dinner table. I saw my parents look at her then act as if nothing was wrong. I could not believe them at times. They use to be so loving to her then when we turned 13; everyone hated Ki Ki for some reason.
I took my seat and fixed my plate, looking over at my sis. Her eyes looking down trying to control her sobs. I spoke softly in her head through our twin bond. ~~~Breathe; please just take a few deep breaths.~~~ I'm sorry he hurt you again.
She looked at me with a small, forced smile. ~~~It's okay. It's not your fault. I...~~~ She started to say but I heard my dad clear his throat. "Enough talking girls...eat." He said sternly.
I nodded and dug into my food when I heard Killiope's voice.
"Mom where is my salad?"
"Oh, forgot to make it. Just eat some bread. Or some meat, like a good little bitch." The words flew out my mom's mouth before I think she even knew what she said.
Killi's head dropped once again, and I knew it would be the second night she would go hungry.