6Author's note: Hello everyone, and welcome to my first fan-fic. Please be gentle!
As always, I do not own any of the Twilight characters that may appear in this work, nor do I claim ownership of any mythological characters. They may claim ownership of me by the time this is done if I'm not careful though.
On that note, "Dike" is pronounced as Dice. According to Google, Dike is the Greek goddess of justice and the spirit of moral order and fair judgement as a transcendent universal ideal or based on immemorial custom, in the sense of socially enforced norms and conventional rules.
So, keep that in mind. I don't want any reviews saying I'm using socially unacceptable slang or hate speech.
Alexa
"Ugh…". My head is pounding. I begin to recognize the familiar feelings of waking in an unfamiliar place. I snort at the absolute absurdity of that statement, and then wince at the pressure pain the sound creates in my brain.
With a hand to my head, I struggle out of the tiny bed I've found myself in. Feety pajamas… great. At least this time it looks like my new parents have some taste. I grin at the furry eyeballs glued to the top of my pajama feet. Being a toddler again has some hilarious perks.
Making my way across the tiny bedroom, I find the light switch. The sudden brightness reminds me of my headache and I quickly shut the light off again. There's light out in the hallway anyway, I just hope I can find a bathroom fairly quickly. I'd like to see what kind of body Dike decided to bestow on me this time.
"Cassie?", a far away voice asks. It sounds like it is coming from a few rooms to my left. I freeze, then roll my eyes at my new body's automatic response to being caught out of bed. My eyes widen as I hear someone coming toward me, the floor creaking under their adult weight. I look up as a familiar yet unfamiliar man appears around a corner. "What are you doing out of bed sweetheart?"
Aw, he called me sweetheart! I smile as I reply with the truth, or at least part of it. "I need the bathroom!"
"You just went 15 minutes ago, are you sure you need to go again?"
"Yes daddy." I replied. The man's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Shit. I wonder what I screwed up this time. I quickly rub my eyes and pretend to be sleepy. This usually works in a pinch. Adults are so quick to blame tiredness on any mistakes I make early into a new body.
Seeing that the man is still staring at me, I add the classic pee-pee dance and a small whimper. Snapping out of his daze, the man guides me down the hall and flips on the light in the bathroom, then helps me unzip my pajamas. How mortifying. At least he waits around the corner in the hallway for me to do my business. This is always so much worse when the monster is a parent.
I do my business in the plastic Sesame Street toilet on the floor, then hurry and take a peek at myself in the full length mirror on the door. Green eyes… nice! Red hair though. I sigh as I contemplate another lifetime of ginger jokes and heavy duty sunscreen. 'Oh well, could be worse' I think as I remember the extremely brief life as a premature baby. That memory always makes me shudder, but the satisfaction I got from ushering that bitch nurse straight to hell made the whole experience worth it.
With a yawn, I let the man in the hallway guide me back to bed and tuck me in. Tomorrow starts another life. I wonder what my mother is like this time around. I hope she is nice. I hope she isn't the monster.