James and I had spent all of yesterday discussing the different possibilities for the plan I'd had. We'd also aired out all of our feelings. I think we had a good understanding of where each of us stood. We didn't exactly agree with each other, but that was okay as long as we understood. 

He knew that I couldn't sit by and read about people dying when I knew there was a way to stop it. He also understood that eventually we were going to need more weapons, and getting that around here was going to be impossible. 

I understood that he only wanted to keep me safe. He essentially felt helpless in that way because I always went running after something without knowing what could be waiting for me.

I had agreed to try and think before I acted. That was all I could really offer him because there was no guarentees it would happen. I would try, really try, but this was just something I did without really thinking about it. 

At the end of the day, we'd decided to at least try out The Organization plan. James was going to be close by when we set the plan into motion, watching from somewhere else to make sure nothing went wrong. We had something ready in case they did in fact recognize me on the spot. 

We also had the plan set for how we would go about keeping him out of everything. He was my boyfriend that I was travelling with. Just a human with no clue about any of this and I wanted him to stay that way. 

I was running every aspect of our identites through my mind like I'd done countless times since opening the envelope in the car as we had left his old pack. 

I was now pairing them up with the plan, making sure everything fit in seamlessly. I thought of all the different ways this could all go down. There were two ways that it could go perfectly. There were many ways it could go horribly. 

However, for each of those ways, we had thought of something to counteract it. We had escape plans. 

The door to the room opened and James came in with plastic bags. He set them down on the bed and I went to his side looking at what was there. He started dumping the contents out. 

There was something there that would strip the color in my hair, and another box that would dye it. I wrinkled my nose as I looked at them. I seriously didn't want to do this to my hair. It was probably the only thing about myself that I really liked. Most girls understand what I'm talking about. 

There was a comb and some scissors so I could cut it. We were doing everything in the hotel so that I wouldn't be caught on any cameras outside to show the changes. I didn't want to be picked up by any of that. 

There was also makeup. Tons of makeup. 

I picked up the boxes for my hair and took a deep breath. 

"I guess it's now or never," I sighed. 

James just smiled at me. I glared at him. 

I took the box and started reading the instructions. I followed each one carefully and started putting the solution in my hair that would strip the color from it and make it lighter. We wanted it to look as natural as possible, and having my dark brown hair showing through probably wouldn't be a good way to make that happen. 

When I was done with that and my hair was ready to go for dying I stood at the sink reading the instructions for that box as well. I put on the gloves that came with the dye and started mixing the different contents into the bottle. I shook them together and then I looked at myself in the mirror. 

By this point I was ready to put the dye in. What I saw in the mirror I didn't like at all. 

I started squeezing the dye out into my hair and I massaged it around, working it in and making sure every strand was completely saturated with the strong smelling solution. 

When I was sure that I was thoroughly covered with the dye, I piled all the hair on top of my head and went back out, sitting on the bed next to James. 

"You stink," he said wrinkling his nose. 

"Yeah, well this was your idea so you can suffer with me," I said with a glare. 

He chuckled and leaned over kissing my lips. 

"I don't mind suffering with you."

"Be careful what you say you masochist."

He grinned a toothy grin. "Only for you baby."

I rolled my eyes. I leaned forward and started rifling through the contents that were still lying out on the bed. I looked at it all trying to determine what I would do with it. I was supposed to use the stuff here to make me look different. I spotted a small box and picked it up.

Colored contacts. 

"You seriously found these?" I asked holding up the box. 

"Yeah, it was a weird small shop. They're non perscription. Green." 

Just like he'd said yesterday. Green eyes. I hadn't thought that he'd really be able to find them though. There was another bag that had all the stuff required to take care of the contacts. 

I put them to the side and looked at the make up. 

I used the remaining time I had for my hair to sit to look up how to videos on makeup. There were so many different things you could do with it. And here I thought that it was a lot to use eye liner and mascara. 

I had no idea what half the stuff was they were using in the videos, but when I looked through the mass assortment of makeup laying out on the bed, I found everything they talked about. 

"What in the world did you do? Buy one of every single thing?" I asked. 

"Yeah."

"Seriously?" I raised my brows at him. James just shrugged in response. 

"Did you happen to get me some pads or tampons while you were there?" I asked sweetly. 

James' eyes went so wide that I thought they were going to pop out of his head. 

"Relax, I'm just kidding." Although I was probably going to need those soon by my count. I would worry about that later though. 

The timer I'd set on the phone went off and I scooped the makeup and contacts into one of the bags, picked up the laptop and scissors and took everything into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. 

I stepped into the shower and started rinsing the dye out. I used the conditioner that came with the boxed dye. I hoped this smell would come out. I didn't want to meet The Organization while my hair still smelled like boxed dye. 

When I got out, I wrapped myself in a towel and then brushed out my hair. I looked in the mirror. I was a redhead. It looked weird. 

I took a shaking breath in and then picked up the comb and scissors and I got started cutting my hair. I made it chin length, and surprisingly I was able to cut it evenly. When my hair was cut, I parted it slightly off to the side and then plugged in the dryer and worked with it. 

It took no time at all to dry now since there was practically nothing there. 

I then worked at putting the contacts in. I was fine with the idea of the contacts. That was until I realized I had to basically touch my eye to put them in. 

I pried my eyelids open, doing what I could to make sure they stayed that way while I steadily tried to put the contacts in. 

It took me a good fifteen minutes to finally get them in. When I did manage to get them in, I barely recognized myself. 

It was incredible how different I looked with just those two small adjustments. Well, the hair wasn't really a small one, but it was still incredible. 

I worked with the makeup. I watched one of the make up tutorials again and followed exactly what it said step by step. When that was done I finished it off with my usual eyeliner and mascara. 

When I looked at the finished product, I looked completely and totally different. I didn't even recognize myself. 

The makeup had worked so well. It made my cheekbones look higher and sharper, and my face looked skinnier. All the angles looked much sharper than they actually were. It was amazing what you could do with darker makeup and forcing shadows that didn't really exist. 

I honestly looked deadly. More deadly than Electra Jaeger had ever looked. 

It was time for the test. I opened the door and stepped back into the room. James looked over from the TV screen at me and his jaw nearly dropped. 

"Holy shit."

"Do you think it will work?"

"Honestly, if you'd come in here from the hallway I would have sworn you were a stranger. You look venomous."

"We should probably take a picture and send it to your friend Jones," I said. 

James nodded and picked up the new phone from the bedside. He'd gotten a disposable phone while he was out as well so we could take a picture and send it to the guy who had set us up with new identifications. 

He would replace the image of me with the new look I had and he'd go through some channels to get a new passport and drivers license shipped to me as soon as possible.

It would take a couple days to get here but I wasn't really going to be needing it as long as my picture was in the online system looking like me.

I stood against a wall and James held up his phone taking the picture of me before sending it on through the disposable phone.

Jones already knew it was coming so he was prepared. Within a few hours, Eliza Jacobson would be a deadly redhead with green eyes.

"Now come here my soulless Vixen," James said as his eyes darkened.

"Soulless?" I asked, my voice raising up a few octaves.

"You heard me."

"I am not soulless," I said defensively.

"Now, now. Everyone knows Ginger's don't have souls," he teased.

I scoffed at him. "You really want to go there?" My brow raised.

"And doesn't it just seem fitting that a soulless creature of evil would have a mate just as soulless? Maybe you took my soul. You need them to survive you know."

I slapped his chest as he pulled me to him.

"What?" James asked innocently.

I just rolled my eyes and kissed him.

"I'm glad we're not fighting."

"Well my arm and chest would beg to differ," he said soundng wounded before replacing his sad expression with a smile.

"So this is really going to happen? You're okay with it?"

"I still don't think it's the best idea ever but I'm not going to argue about it anymore. I trust that you know what you're doing. You've shown me that you've really thought it through, and I will be around in case anything goes wrong. We have escape plans set in place and I think that as long as we can get past the beginning, then it will only be easier from there."

His arms tightened around me, his chin resting on top of my head. 

"I trust you, El." 

I wrinkled my nose and looked up at him causing him to look down. "I appreciate that you trust me, but can you not call me El?"

"Why not? It's the closest thing I can get to your name."

"My brother and sister called me El. If you're really set on something like that how about you try-" 

I tapped my chin for a moment thinking. "Ellie. It's different from El, but I think it works just the same."

"I'm not sure if you're an Ellie, but I guess I can try it," he said with a thoughtful smile. 

I kissed him again and whispered against his lips. "I trust you too."

Those words to me held as much weight as telling him that I loved him. He was the only person I trusted. I didn't turst my family, I didn't trust regular humans, I didn't trust Trevor, I didn't even fully trust myself, not that I'd ever tell him that. However, I did trust him. I trusted him completely with my life because I knew that he would do anything he could to keep me safe. 

Just as the thought had come up, he picked me up off the ground. I wrapped my legs around him for fear of him dropping me. Okay, so maybe I still panicked. 

He sat on the edge of the bed which caused me to sit on his lap with my legs still wrapped around him. 

"Those green eyes are mesmerising," James said quietly. 

"I heard that if you stare into a redhead's eyes for ten seconds then you'll fall in love."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think that will happen."

"Oh really?" I asked. 

"Yeah. You see, I'm already crazy in love with this girl. She has brown hair, and these blue eyes that rival the midday sky and-"

"Oh hush," I said as I moved my mouth over his to silence him. 

My arms wound around to the back of his neck, and my hands went into his now shaggy hair. 

Our tongues danced together and his hands rested on my hips just under the hem of my shirt. 

We both pulled back reluctantly. It was getting harder and harder to do with each passing day. I was fairly certain I knew what was causing it, the same thing I assumed had been trying to take me over the day before. 

I knew James and I should talk about it, I just didn't know how or when to bring it up. So for now, I ignored it. 

"So we're going to do this tomorrow night. Jones will have everything done by then?"

"Should be done already, but yes. Tomorrow. Now let's just take a break from that. Let's just forget about The Organizatioin, about your little mission, about werewolves-"

I gave him a look. He knew better than to say we should forget about werewolves. How could you forget about a thing that you were, or a thing you were dating. That just wasn't possible. However, I was willing to push aside all the other stuff. 

I was willing to pretend that I was just a regular girl who was with her werewolf boyfriend. 

I kissed him again. I never wanted to stop kissing him. 

I found myself wondering if maybe I could just drop everything. Stop with the supernatural stuff, ignore The Organization and just be a regular girl with her werewolf boyfriend. I had a completely new look now, one that was unrecognizable against the real me. 

But no, I wouldn't be able to do that. I knew that at the first sign of trouble I saw in a paper, the first case where it looked like a paranormal creature had killed someone, I would be there. I wouldn't be able to sit by because it wasn't in my nature to do so. 

I also knew that if that was the case then I was going to need more weapons and ammunition. That was a thought for tomorrow though. 

For today, I lost myself in James. His touch, the feel of him against me, the feel of his hair in my hands, his skin against my arms, his hands on my hips, on my back. 

Today, that was all that mattered. 

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