A/N Hi, this is my first moonlight fan fiction. The idea for this story has floated around on my head for a while now and finally I have formulated into a story. The idea circles around the concept of have having a permanent teenage character. Though the prologue takes place way before the tv series, the rest of the story will take place through out the first season with all of the major events and a few added. It will then continue on through what I thought the second season would be and beyond. I will try to update regularly and will keep CANNON other than the new character who is my own. Also, I will be adding a back story that involves some very famous vampire rulers. It will have three parts; prologue, season one, and season two. After I finish those I will decide if I should write a sequel. I will try to post as often as possible most likely this will mean once a week. Thanks so much for reading, enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: Moonlight is Owned by CBS and Warner Brothers.

Part one – chapter one -

Prologue (the murders)

October 31, 1993 – Anaheim, California

Humming to herself and coloring pretty pictures out of a coloring book she had received for Halloween a toddler avoided her bed time. Oh yes, her mother had told her to get ready for bed but she had just gotten distracted. The coloring book from Mrs. Arondale next door had just been too tempting! There were all kinds of pictures to color; witches, ghosts, goblins and gouls, a smiling fiend with two pointy teeth, and bats and spiders.

Of course her procrastination had to do with justice too. To her it didn't matter that her brother was ten years older than she was, he got to stay up so she should too!

Currently, she was working on coloring a picture of the scary man. He was the scariest of all, he had two teeth that were long and pointy, slept in a box, drank little girls blood, and worst of all, could turn into a bat.

She was so busy putting finishing touches on her masterpiece that she never heard the door open and her mother walk in. she did not know that her carefully planned cover had just been blown.

Her mother walked in hands on her hips and jaw set. Oh no, this was not working for her. She thought she had strictly told her to get ready for bed. The sight of the disobedient three year old still in her witch costume, not pajamas, and her honey colored pig-tails still in was infuriating to her! She sighed, it was time to make her presence known.

"Ariana Michelle Richards! I thought I told you it was time for bed! Bed means pajamas and sleep, not coloring!" she exclaimed. Upon hearing her mothers angry voice the little girl froze like a deer caught in headlights, busted!

She calmly dropped her crayon and turned around to face her mother and prepared to beg to stay up.

" but mommy!" she whined.

" Jason gets to stay up and I want to too!" this had to work, her mother had to see her side too!

" no means no!" her mother firmly stated. Then she proceeded to help her little daughter change out of her costume and into her pajamas. When she was all ready the mother proceeded to tuck her child into bed.

As the little girl slid between the cool covers the mother smiled and then gave her a quick kiss and hug she said a traditional,

" I love you sweetie" and then turned to walk out of the room and flick off the lights. She headed downstairs .

Ariana laid in bed and hugged her teddy bear. Her thoughts drifted to the over flowing pillow case of sugary goodness waiting for her downstairs and waited to be whisked off to the land of dreams. Her innocent eyes closed and she started to drift.

Suddenly she heard a loud crash and a blood curdling scream. Her eyes snapped open, now filling to the brim with fear and tears. Her door busted open and her older brother ran in, he dragged her out of her warm cozy bed and shoved her in the closet.

" stay here! It should be safe, some one just broke in , I am going to help dad." He said to her. The girl heard another scream and winced. She didn't need telling twice, she scrambled to the back of the vented door closet away from the light of the hall. He ran down the stairs, BB gun in hand to face the unknown. She knew he would win, he was a champion video game player so this robber would be a piece of cake for him!

Suddenly , all of the crashes from downstairs ceased and it was ghostly quiet. Her little heart started to pound, no noise was good right? that meant they got him she hoped. She just knew any minute her brother would be up to get her. The stairs started to creak. She knew that meant someone was coming up stairs.

In the dead silence of the house footsteps started to thump through the halls. They got closer, and closer to her room. Then they were right behind her door. Her door slowly creaked open. She let out a silent, sob of fear; she now could see the visitor and it wasn't any of her family members.

He sniffed the air and let out a dark chuckle. " hm, hm,hm. It looks like there is one more after all. Well, I am still thirsty so it works out for the better I suppose." Those words brought up a recent memory, a picture in her coloring book, the scary man. Could it be that this man was like him. She thought so.

He glided across the floor, not bothering to step heavily, that tactic had obviously not worked or his prey wouldn't be hiding still. And looked into the closet. With his heightened senses he could see right into the dark space and into the little girls eyes.

She backed as far back into the corner as she could. Accidentally in her haste she cut her hand on a toy and gasped in pain. The attacker that was looking in on her changed right before her eyes. His eyes whitened over until the irises were nothing but black specks and he grew long fangs. He wrenched open the closet door and roughly grabbed her arm. She squirmed, trying to break free, but he wouldn't let go.

She stopped squirming because she knew it was no use and she watched as he brought his sharp fangs toward her and bit down, hard. She screamed and he put his other hand over her mouth. Between the lack of air and harsh tugging sensation in her arm she started to pass out.

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The monster was enjoying his victorious meal and did not notice the figure in the corner. The man in the corner knew this was his only chance so he attacked. Instantly the robber dropped the girl and spun around to defend himself, looking half crazed vamped out blood soaked.

The fight was on, fists collided with fists. Heads smacked each other. And feet induced a flurry of kicks. The newbie snapped the child attackers neck and then put his foot over his chest to hold him down. Then he staked him through the heart.

A look of pain and surprise froze on the staked vampire's face as its paralyzing effects took hold.

The little girl's hero walked over to where the little girl had been thrown into a heap and kneeled down beside her. He gently straightened her out and then checked to make sure she was ok. In the distance he heard cop cars and knew it was time to go. He picked her up and then turned to leave. As an after thought he grabbed the stuffed bear on her bed and then ran her down the stairs at vamp speed.

He stopped in the basement and popped a gas pipe that was an important line. He knew that he must burn all evidence for the secrecy of his kind. Then as he heard hissing he ran up the stairs and out of the house pausing only to throw a lighted match through the smashed window. The sound of the explosion rocked the night.

With the teddy-bear in one hand, and wounded orphan in the other, he raced off into the cool fall night leaving the CSI team baffled at another unexplained mystery…