Three more hours. Three more hours until her life started once again. Greyson Adams has moved a total of seventy-five times in her 253 years alive. She was always running from them.

Greyson steered her train of thought away from the threat that was always present. She watched the landscape fly by as she flew down another highway in the bus that had kept her captive for over twelve hours. She hoped and prayed that no one would try to talk to her. She knew it wasn't safe for anyone that tried to befriend her.

She had almost made the entire trip without anyone trying to talk to her, but luck was not on her side today. Somehow the redhead sitting across from her had gathered up the courage to approach Greyson despite her outer appearance. Greyson sat in her seat with raven black hair and in an outfit better suited for a biker bar than a bus ride, and there she sat in an outfit that screamed popular high schooler, but the redhead's eyes screamed of the tragedy she had witnessed. "I'm Lydia, so why are you headed to Beacon Hills?" She asked being surprisingly blunt.

"I needed a new start, and the name's Dawn." Greyson replied quickly coming up with a new name and hoping Lydia would leave it at that.

"Nice to meet you Dawn, but why would you head to Beacon Hills for that? It is more of a place people run from or should anyway." She said with a slight warning in her voice.

Greyson sighed and turned in her seat towards Lydia. It didn't seem as if Lydia was going to leave her alone so she might as well stop straining her neck. "I have roots there. I'm guessing you're a local?" Greyson said assuming she was.

"Yup!" Lydia said popping the p. "Lived there my entire life, but I don't think I've seen you around."

"I'm a few years older than you and my family moved away when I was young." Greyson said stretching the truth only slightly. She was 19 the day she left, or better put ran away. She had- No Greyson wouldn't let herself remember the events of that night, at least not in public.

Lydia nodded and continued the conversation, and by the end of the trip, Greyson knew Lydia Martin's entire life story, or well most of it.


Greyson sighed in relief when the bus pulled up to the station. She could finally be free of Lydia and her non-stop rambling. Greyson made sure to be one of the first off the bus. She couldn't believe she had to stoop so low, but with them so close on her tail she was not going to risk flying or driving her own car.

Speaking of cars, Greyson walked straight to the only car in the lot that matched what she had told the local dealer to get her. Greyson immediately climbed into the her new Audi TTS and put down the top. It was sunny and she was going to enjoy the day.

Well, Greyson enjoyed it for two seconds before she almost ran into Lydia while backing up. "Damn backup assistance means nothing." She muttered under her breath before calling out to Lydia. "You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine just waiting on my ride." Lydia said before looking all around her and the checking her phone. Greyson knew she was going to regret the next words out of her mouth. "I can give you a ride, if you want?" she offered.


Greyson pulled into Lydia's driveway after a drive that seemed to take far longer than the fifteen minutes her GPS said it took. Lydia looked puzzled by the car that Greyson had blocked in. "Uh, Dawn, thanks for the drive but I have to go see what's up." She said vaguely.

"Yeah no problem." Greyson said the curiosity clear in her voice. She watched Lydia step out of the car and fought in her mind whether or not to satisfy her curiosity.

Soon Greyson found herself parking her car just around the corner. She ran to Lydia's house and peaked in the front window. Greyson couldn't see a thing so she focused and could instantly see three energies, and she already knew one of them was Lydia. Greyson started to walk towards the human shaped energies, hoping to catch a bit of their conversation, but she was soon stopped when a strong pair of arm wrapped around her waist. Greyson used all of her inhuman strength to wiggle out of his grip, but she was powerless against the man who was dragging her into the house. Soon enough Greyson dropped to the floor of the room that held the three energies, but she could now tell they were two men, well now three, as well as Lydia.

"Hey Lyd." Greyson smiled hoping the cute nickname and familiarity would keep her out of trouble and she could sense these guys were trouble.

This is the first of many chapters in my first try at fanfiction. I welcome any and all comments and reviews.