Chapter 4

                  Xavier 

Ivy is a really tough nut to crack, but it's not impossible to win her over. Patience is the answer. Whatever it takes, I am gonna make her fall for me, even if it means to stop feeding on humans, I’ll do it. The good thing is that I got us to work on our history project together. I’m sure it will bring us closer. The funny thing is that she was checking me out, and refused to admit it. I know she thinks I’m hot. 

I hear a knock on the door and scream for whoever it is to come in. It’s Irene. 

“What's up?” I ask. 

“Leave Ivy alone,” she says, and sits on the beanbag in my room. 

“Why?” 

“Because it's manipulation, and all the wolves will think that vampires are manipulators,” 

“Why do you care?” 

“I think you know why”

“Because you still have a crush on Chris, huh?” I say. My sister has the huge crush on Chris. She's been in love with him for a while. 

“Yes, I do,”

“He has a girlfriend,” 

“She's cheating on him,” she replies. Some few years back we saw Lola with some guy making out in the woods, and she's still doing it, but with different guys. 

“But she's still his girlfriend,” 

“That's until I expose her,” 

“Come again?” 

“I have evidence. I recorded her several times when she was with those guys.”

“Smart girl,” I say and stand up from my bed, “but that's not my problem. You do you want with that video I have things to do.” 

“You will not help me?” 

“How do you want me to help you?”

“Tell Ivy,” 

“I’m trying my best to make Ivy like me. I will not complicate myself because of your crush.” 

“But Chris won't want to listen to me,” she says and stands up from the beanbag. "He hates vampires.” 

“I can't do anything about that,” 

“Well, thanks a lot,” she says, and leaves the room. 

I have things to do, and making Ivy fall for me isn't easy. 

~^~ 

I get into Ivy’s room through her window. She's laying on her bed. 

“Hello” she says, and stands up. 

“You didn't freak out,” I say. I thought she's gonna be frightened cause well I entered her room through the window. 

“I’m used to your presence,” she says and gets up from the bed. “We're working on the project here,” 

“No, at my house,” 

“Hell no,” 

“Why not?” 

“First, we can't cross territories. This is already breaking the rule. Second, I don't want to see your father, because if I do, you won't have a father anymore.” 

“His not home, so don't worry,” 

“But I still want to work on the project here,” 

“I don't want to work on it here,” 

“Why?” 

“Cause I don't feel like it,” 

“Well, I don't feel like working on the project at your house either,” 

“Just come to my territory, it's not that hard,” 

“If I don't go to your house, we won't work on this project, huh?”

“No,” 

She sighs. “Fine, then your territory it is.” 

~^~ 

Ivy and I get to my territory without being caught. She's pretty stealthy and was terrified of getting caught. I can't blame her. It is her first time. 

We go into my house, and my mom is watching TV. 

“Hey” I say, and she turns around. 

She lowers the volume and stands up. “Hi honey,” 

“Hey there Mrs Damon,” Ivy says. 

“You're Ivy if am not mistaken,” she says. 

“Yes, ma'am,” she replies. 

“A wolf in our territory,” 

“I didn't have any other choice. I have to work on a project with Xavier,” 

“I don't have a problem with you being in our territory,” 

“Um, mom if you need me I’ll be upstairs,” 

“Alright, honey. Enjoy your stay Ivy,”

We head upstairs, and she places her bag on my bed. 

“I like your room. It's simple,” she says. 

“Thanks,” I reply

“So, let's get started,” 

“Not what I had in mind,” 

“What do you mean” she asks and folds her arms. 

“I want to show you something, and I know you would only come here, if I used the history project as an excuse,” 

She grabs her bag. "Well, I guess I am leaving,” she walks away when I hold her wrist, and pin her to the wall. “Let go!!” she screams in protest. 

“If I do, you’ll leave,” 

“Exactly,” she says and struggles to get away from me. 

“I don't want you to leave. I wanna show you something,” 

“If it isn't our history project, I’m not interested,” 

“Come on please, you know how persistent I can be,” 

“I really hate you, but fine."

~^~ 

I want Ivy to see the beauty in vampires. I need her to stop limiting her view. She only sees us as bloodsuckers, nothing more. There's more to us than this. That's what I need her to see. That will be my first step in making her fall for me. 

“What are we here to see?” Ivy asks. 

“Give me a moment,” I reply. “Come with me,” I grab her hand and take her to where some of my friends are. 

“Who are they?"

“Some of my friends. Some vampires have special abilities. I, for example, have mind compulsion. My mom has tactile telepathy. Irene can see the future.” I point at Tracy “Tracy, she can make you see anything she wants you to see. Power of illusion,” 

“Well, that's cool. I wanna try,” she says. 

I signal for Tracy to come, and she does. 

“Sup?” she asks. 

“Ivy wants you to use your illusion on her,” I say. 

“My pleasure,”

Tracy looks at her with intent focus. 

“I see nothing,” Ivy says. 

“How is that even possible?” Tracy asks. 

“It's the truth,” 

“Wait, let me use my mind compulsion,” I say, and Ivy turns to look at me. 

I want her to think she adores vampires, but she looks at me like when you start, let me know. 

“Nope, nothing,” she says. 

“How?” I ask. 

“I dunno,” 

“What's going on?” We hear a voice, and we turn around. It's my mom. 

“None of our powers seem to work on her,” Tracy says. 

“Interesting,” my mom says and steps closer. “Give me your hands” Ivy does so. 

“Did it work?” I ask. 

“Nothing,” my mom says and chuckles. "She's a special one” 

She really is. 

We hear someone screaming, and turns out its Michael screaming at Ivy like always. Ivy stopped feeding on humans with some of her friends, which made her weaker than others who fed on humans.

“What's wrong?” Ivy asks. 

“Irene doesn't feed on humans. She's getting scolded for it again,” I reply. 

When Michael leaves, Ivy goes over to where she's standing, and they both start talking. 

~^~ 

Ivy and Irene have been talking about this and that. They were acting like they're best friends. It's really annoying. Irene didn't even put in effort the way I did to make her like her, all because she doesn't feed on humans. They're now best of friends. 

“Should I help you get home?” I ask. 

“No, I'll be fine,” she says, and grabs her bag. “Thanks for today, and from now on you can consider us frenemies. We have to be on good terms for our project,” she leaves. 

Frenemies, huh? Well, it is a start. I’ll take anything at this point.