A/N: ok, well, just another fan-fic I've been planning in my head and started writing. This first chapter is really bad and I've tried to write it from a slightly stroppy teen's point of view, that's why it's not that good, I think. Let me know what you think. Oh and sorry that it's all in big sections but it's just the prologue right?

Disclaimer:I own none of the characters and plots made up by Lisa (wonderful Lisa, sigh hee hee) but everything else is mine!!!

Prologue

My name is Cai Drache, daughter of Prince Galen Drache and his wife, my mother, Raksha Keller, princess of all shapeshifters. Which, obviously, makes me also a princess. We're one of the most famous royal families in the Nightworld, the Harman family being the most famous twinned with the Redferns. I know what your thinking, I live in a big castle and my mom and dad wear crowns and I will one day be queen and fall in love with some handsome prince. Yeah, right. I mean, sure I live in a big house, a mansion actually but it's owned by Thierry Descouedres, the Nightworld Lord. But my mom and dad don't wear crowns, I mean, my mom wouldn't be caught dead in a skirt of any kind, let alone a full length ball gown and sparkling jewels. And the chances of me finding my 'one true love' is next to none so that's another fairytale piece of crap flushed down the loo. And by the time I get to be head of the First House of the Shapeshifters I'll probably be 80, if ever, because I'm the youngest. Oh, sorry, did I forget to mention that I have a sister and two brothers, yeah and their my quadruplets. Is that the right word, I don't know but my mom gave birth to a litter not a baby. She's a panther and my dad's a leopard. I mean, it's not like we came out all cat like or anything but there were four of us. Anyway, as I was saying, I'm the youngest, meaning I came out last. Actually I was born on a completely different day, just past midnight. One minute. One whole minute is all that separates me from my brothers and sister. And they make the most of it. I hate them.

Ok, let me give you the 411, you know, the whole lot. You see, my siblings treat me like dirt and they are the most common, disgusting, lowlife, losers I have ever been unfortunate to meet. My sister is a bimbo, the classic blond, mini-skirt clad tart. My first brother is a typical lady killer, he has at least two different girl friends a month, usually more, though he's not really that dumb. On the other hand my second brother couldn't get more stupid. He can't even figure out what 2 + 2 is, for Goddess's sake! The only reason he can get a date is because he's the biggest bad ass in school. It's still a mystery how he can walk and talk at the same time. Now me, I can think for myself, I'm not a genius or anything but I've got brains. I can't say I take mom and dad in the beauty department though. Oh, so I'm exaggerating a bit but I'm not far off. I'm not ugly I'll admit, but I'm not gorgeous or anything either. I'm just ordinary, except, well, I'm not. Wow, that didn't make sense did it. Ok, I'll just tell you exactly what I look like. I have a pretty plain face, no crooked nose, no bushy eyebrows, nothing out of the ordinary. I have icy blue eyes but the thing that makes me freaky is my hair. You see it's stripped. I know what your thinking, your thinking highlights, right? Nut mine are natural. Had it since I was born. My hair's black with, well, umm. . . silver streaks. They're not small either, more like someone has got a huge silver marker pen and drawn lines on my hair. And as you can imagine everybody thinks it's horrible and weird and they push me even further away. Well, that's not true, mom and dad think it's ok but parents will say anything to shut you up. Then again, Harvey isn't so turned off by it, though I don't think he likes it or anything. Oh I haven't told you about Harvey have I. He's the son of the infamous Wild Power Jez Redfern and her soul mate Morgead Blackthorn. They were going to call him Harley but Jez drew the line there. Ha ha, I'll never forget the day Harvey told his parents he didn't want a Harley but instead wanted a Ninja X213, black. I swear Jez had heart failure. I really don't know what's so great about Harley's though, they're all big and ugly, Ninja's on the other hand, oh baby. I'm dawderling a bit aren't I? I'll try get back on track.

Harvey is my best friend. Actually he's my only friend. We used to fight all the time, but I think it just brought us closer together. We hang out together, party together, get drunk together, laugh together and apart from my mom and dad I think he's the only who's ever seen me cry. He looks just like his dad, with pitch black hair and the worlds most stubborn attitude to go with it. But when the light hits it right you can see a warm red tint to his hair, probably the only visual aspect of his mom that he had inherited, apart from her glowing eyes. Apart from my siblings he's the only other person around here who's the same age as me. Sure, the other kids are only a year younger but that's different. When I was little, a year after I was born, I noticed all the other women betting big and fat, and I know, strange behaviour for a 1 year old but like I said, I'm weird. Anyway I saw that three of the ladies weren't so I went and helped them. You see, I'm the Angel Fire. It's hard to explain, well, I'm kind of like the Wild Powers and there are four of us, my siblings are the others. It's like being a uber-witch. When I noticed the three women all slim and looking really sad I felt sad too. So I wanted to make them happy, I think psychologists call it negative reinforcement or something. Anyway, I crawled up to Uncle Thierry, Auntie Poppy and Uncle Quinn and gave them a big hug. What they didn't know was that when I did I made their seed come back to life. A month later they were all ill and buying pregnancy tests. I remember the day they came in and didn't know how it was possible, then looked at me and gaped. I just laughed and played with my toys. Back then me and Harvey were great friends. But then we hit puberty and he became an ass. And that, my friends, is where our story begins.

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