Andrea Hollings is your typical 17 year old going on 18. She's always been pretty popular only because of her friends and she didn't want her whole life to change at the end of the year because of collage. She didn't want change at all. But two weeks before her birthday on Halloween, some new kids show up at her school. One of which catch her eye.

Over two weeks her feelings for him deepen when nothing in him appears to change and the night of her party approaches which will be unforgettable.

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Everything in first person is Andrea's P.O.V. Just so you know.

Life was normal as I sat with my friends at our lunch table. My friends were helping me with the details of my birthday party, which I was having on my actual birthday: Halloween. We were aiming for something spooky.

Halfway through one of my best friends Samantha's speech on what we should serve in the way of food a group of three people walked into the cafeteria. There were two boys and one girl. The tallest boy was holding hands with the girl. He had curly dark hair and green eyes while the girl could make any girl jealous. She had the perfect figure and silky blond hair that flowed down her waist like a water fall and her eyes were the purest blue that reminded me of a jewel I had seen before. A lapis lazuli, that's it.

Finally, the last boy, he seemed to give off the bad boy vibe, but he also seemed…closed off. As if he had been hurt before and he was trying not to show it. He was pretty good at it. He was only a few inches taller than the girl but he made for it with his demeanor. His eyes were the colour of midnight; you couldn't even see the difference between his pupil and iris.

"I didn't know we were getting new kids," I said looking at my other friend Heather with a sharp look. She was in tune with everything that went on in this school. She knew all the gossip and if she didn't know she'd find out in an hour or the very least the end of the day.

Heather shrugged totally unaffected by my glare. "I didn't want to tell you incase my source wasn't reliable."

I rolled my eyes, "Because you don't have any other sources you could have asked."

Samantha was starring at the group. "The short one's hot."

I looked at her as if she were crazy. Heather was the same. "Since when do you ever care about whether a guy is 'hot' or not?" Heather asked.

Samantha blushed. "I don't, I was saying that he would probably be Anne's type."

"What, are you saying my type is dark and mysterious and possibly even…" I squirmed under my friend's gazes. "Okay, maybe he is, but that's not the point."

"What is the point oh great one?" Heather teased.

"Andrea just wants to invite him to her party," Samantha sang.

"Do not!" My friends just raised their eye brows. I sighed. They knew me too well. "I can't just go up to them and invite them anyway, it would be weird."

"So wait a bit, try and get to know them a bit, and then invite them." Heather suggested.

"I guess I could do that," I said, turning to look at them. They were sitting at an empty table, and the one that seemed to have everyone's attention was sitting so I could see his face. As if he sensed my gaze, his head turned. It wasn't as hard as I was expecting it to be but it wasn't as care free as the other two. The way that he was smirking at me didn't help either.

But that smirk only made me want to try and wipe it off. It gave me a surge of courage. I looked to see that a few other girls were trying to muster up some courage to walk over to him, all of them failing.

"I'm going to be right back." I said.

"Anne's got her self a backbone!" Samantha teased.

"Shut up Sam." I muttered and stood up.

Unlike the other girls who tried, I actually made it to the table, but when I did, I seemed to freeze.

Come on, don't be an idiot now. Just say hello, introduce yourself. RELAX. My brain screamed at me. My body managed to slowly cooperate.

"Hi, I'm Andrea Hollings, welcome to our school." I said through stiff lips.

The curly hair boy and the girl smiled. "Thanks," the guy said. "I'm Stefan, by the way, and this is Elena. And don't mind my brother Damon. He's not really a school person."

I nodded and tried to smile. But I caught Damon's eyes and they seemed to hold me captive, looking into my soul or something like that. It made me really uncomfortable.

"So where did you move from?" I asked.

Stefan motioned for me to sit, and the only empty seat was next to Damon so I was forced to sit next to him.

"We just moved from Virginia," Elena said smiling at me. Despite the fact that her perfect... everything and the snobbiness everyone would expect her to have, she was warm and kind.

I couldn't help but smile back at her.

"What was it like there?" I asked. "I've never really travel anywhere."

"It was… surprising, unexpected, and interesting," Elena answered. Both boys smirked, remembering something or it had to be an inside joke.

"Well, I hope you like it here to." I said just before the bell rang and I got up, heading off to my next class.

Damon's P.O.V.

Damon walked into the school cafeteria with Stefan and Elena.

He didn't want to come in the first place. He was technically old enough to have already graduated but Elena had insisted it would be fun and different than his usual walking around town feeding of girls and said it would be easier.

Damon still found it hard to fight against her when she had her mind set on something. She was just so stubborn. Becoming a vampire didn't help that either.

So here he was having to deal with being a senior while Stefan and Elena posed as juniors. The morning had already been uneventful other than out of sheer boredom he had run across an aura that was stronger that the rest of the humans. It wasn't as strong as a vampires, for-as far as he could tell it didn't hold any Power- it was more potent, probably meaning her blood was the same, very possibly making her a magnet for vampires.

But Damon couldn't be sure. He had never run across something like that before. All human auras were the same: dull.

Damon sat in a plastic chair, trying to see if the owner of the aura was in the room.

He found her quite easily, with her back to him; her brunette hair just fell past her frail shoulders. As he looked her over more carefully, he found nothing entirely different about the girl. She seemed the type that people would walk past without even noticing. She was also small and frail, no taller than 5'4 and that was pushing it. She was very thin too.

He tried listening into the conversation she was having with what looked to be her friends.

"Andrea just wants to invite him to her party," the strawberry blond girl with a sporty build said.

"Do not!" the fragile brunette exclaimed. Then she seemed to break under her friend's stares. "I can't just go up and invite them anyway, that would be weird." She protested.

"Then wait," Her other friend, who was also a brunette but he hair was a shade lighter. "Get to know them first a bit first, then invite them."

"I guess I could do that," the girl trailed off. Damon wanted to look into her mind, but refused to for the moment.

From the corner of his eye, he saw her staring at him. So he retuned her gaze with a smirk.

He saw something flash behind her eyes; a flash of determination.

"I'm going to be right back," She told her friends.

"Anne's got a backbone!" The sporty one teased.

"Shut up Sam,"-Anne? - muttered to her friends before walking over.

When she stood beside their table, Damon couldn't help slipping into her mind for a second. Come on, don't be an idiot now. Just say hello, introduce yourself. RELAX. She was telling her self, trying to calm her tense body. Finally she spoke.

"Hi, I'm Andrea Hollings, welcome to our school." She said.

Stefan and Elena smiled at her and she calmed slightly. "Thanks, I'm Stefan, by the way, and this is Elena. And don't mind my brother Damon. He's not really a school person." Damon smirked, how true that was.

She nodded and tried to smile but it came out as a grimace. She looked at Damon from the corner of her eye, and he couldn't help but get lost in their sliver and blue depths. He caught himself quickly and shook himself out of his trance.

"So where did you move from?" Andrea asked.

Stefan motioned for her to sit, and she did in the only open seat at their table, the one next to Damon.

"We just moved from Virginia," Elena said smiling at Andrea to help calm her down. Andrea smiled back.

"What was it like there?" she asked. "I've never really travel anywhere."

"It was… surprising, unexpected, and interesting," Elena answered. Damon smirked at that. If by unexpected, surprising and interesting, you mean how Stefan and I had met Elena, Stefan and Elena becoming all cuddly and Elena drowning and coming back as a vampire then you are correct, Damon thought.

"Well, then I hope you like it here to." Andrea said quickly before running off when the bell rang. Damon couldn't help but watch her exit and her strange aura with it.

"Did you notice anything different about her?" Damon asked looking at Stefan but Elena answered.

"I did sense that she was different. I can't place it though," Elena said looking confused.

"That would be an aura," Stefan told her before replying to her brother. "Yes it did seem unusually potent."

"It seemed stronger yet it doesn't seem that she holds Power." Damon paused. "I have a feeling that this town is going to be infested with vampires soon all intent on drinking her blood." Damon spoke to know one in particular.

"So we've got to go through it all again." It wasn't a question.

"Or we could just let the vampires have her," Damon suggested. But even as he said it, the twisting in his gut disagreed.

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