Hello fellow fanfictioneers! And yes, that's not a word. I know. But anyway, first chapter only like what...like two hours after I finished the last chapter to "A Twist in my Story"!? -GASP!- I know, no need to thank me, I already know I'm good. Well, I enjoy this chapter actually, and I love how I started things off. I'm not telling you who's POV's they are, but they use their names in most of them, or they're obvious, so you guys can get it. There's a lil' secret in here that ends up playing a huge part, so if you think you know it, tell me. Reveiw, message, whatever. If anyone gets it right...well...idk. They'll get somethin'. I'll let them pick what it is, 'cause I suck at coming up with these things.

To any new readers, I strongly advise you read my other story, "A Twist in my Story" before reading this. Since its the sequal, you'll probably be lost as this story progresses. Its not necessary completely, but its recomended. Anway, ON WITH THE...disclaimer?

Disclaimer: BACK AGAIN TOM! SHOVE THAT UP YOUR FACE AND SUCK IT!

Oh, and every line break is the end/begining of a new POV. ENJOY!!

He cowered in ultimate fear as I gripped his throat as pushed him against the wall; his feet dangling above the floor. I released a guttural snarl, and he shivered, but didn't speak. Instead, I let out a fearsome growl that would even send the most dangerous of animals and creatures alike running feverishly in the opposite direction.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" he yelled, scared out of his disgustingly pathetic mind. "Put me down!" I smirked.

"As you wish." With ease, I tossed him backwards. His body went through about four walls before I stopped counting. "Idiot."

I wiped the dirt the man left on my long, leather jacket from his shoe, and opened the door using my mind alone.

"We really have to stop meeting like this," he said from his plush chair just as five men came from out of the blue all with guns pointed straight at me. With a flick of his hand, the entire riflery fired with only the intention of killing me. I had a weapon greater than there stupid guns, and I used it to its full advantage.

The bullets all stopped within an inch of my body once my my right hand was in an open palm. I pointed my fingers down, and all the bullets dropped to the floor. All you heard was the sound of metal hitting ceramic.

The idiotic gunman attempted to shoot again. This time, their guns refused to accept their order. I balled my hand into a fist, and concentrated my thoughts. Without ever moving from the spot I had arrived in, the five men all turned into black dust, which disappeared within seconds. I'll see them in Hell.

After my who-knows-how-many-miles long run I had, I finally decided to take a breather at the top of this grassy hill. I sat under this big oak tree, which gave me the shade I needed.

I was panting, and through my entire run I knew I looked like some stupid house dog running around in the backyard with their tongue hanging outside of their mouth. Honestly, sometimes I wish life was as easy as that. You always had someone looking out for you, there was always a place for you to stay, and you had people that loved you--even if you were just big, hairy, stupid dog. They still loved that big, hairy, stupid dog. They'd even talk about you with people they knew, and then they'd come to see you. You'd get pet, and belly rubbed, and all that good stuff. I'm not saying I'd wanna be walking around as a dog 24/7, but it just seems easier.

Sure, I still have ONE of my parents. That should be good enough, right? Some kids don't have ANY of their parents, so I'm considered lucky, I guess. I mean, Joey still holds up perfectly fine...or at least I think so. He's always reading, so I never see him anymore. Maybe he's just as messed up over this as I am. Not that I'm THAT messed up, or anything. I can live with it, it just kinda sucks.

I just really wish she could meet her. By her, I mean the most amazing girl I think I've ever met. She can hang around, and act like one of the guys one second, and then the next she could be all hot and sexy. IT'S CRAZY! But I love it. She's my best friend, and I guess she's my girlfriend...

Well, only 'cause we never officially said it or anything. But I'll just say we are, 'cause that's what she would want, and I like it when she's happy. Not that I wanna be tied down or anything. Lucifer the ladies man doesn't WANT to be tied no. No sir.

...Lucifer the ladies man wants to be chained up and handcuffed...

God damnit.

I understand where she's coming from; 100%. Doesn't mean its the right choice though, and it definetly doesn't mean I agree with what she's doing.

I've been spending most of my time in the library in James' house. Its the only place with an adequate supply of things that I'm remotely interested in. Most of those things, would indefinetly be concering my mother. I know for a fact she never read any of this, and I highly doubt she had since she left. She would say that she made her own destiny...I find it ironic how its following the path that it was said to.

In my own way, I admire her. Not only because of the fact that I can thank her for my being, but for what's happened to her. Mostly 'cause of the way she used to look at mom...

I'm not an idiot, and everyone that knows me can realize that. I've read enough about love, and I know that both of my parents were very deeply in love with each other. Even if they never said it, it was written all over their faces. The way they would kiss each other, the way they would smile whenever the other was mentioned, the way their entire face would light up when the other walked into a room; this all was just proof. My mother used to be so happy...

I saw her about 30 seconds ago when she walked past the doorway to my room. It was as if she was the walking dead...which again is ironic. She may be a vampire, but she used to happy. Looking at her now, I question if she even remembers what happiness is. I wanted when I fell in love to end up like them, but I'm starting to change that completely.

I met this girl...well...its a long story--but she's so perfect. She's an angel if I have ever seen one.

Her name is Mary; Mary David. Her dad's name is Gino Oswald David. No, I'm not a stalker. This all just came up in a conversation we were having during school.

I wonder if Mom would like her...

I sat on the edge of the pier, looking at the ocean. I could care less what time it was. Mom would end up calling me soon though, bitching at me to come home.

But I don't think I could leave here.

Its so...beautiful. God, I hate that word so much! Just like I hate this stupid ocean! Just like I hate my stupid family! Just like I hate...ugh...I'm pathetic...

After all she's done to me, I should hate her. I should be in the "I hate Ashley Davies" fan club. Hell, I should be the leader of it. But I can't be, because I don't hate her.

Sure, she may not be perfect. Sure, she may have walked out on all of us. Sure, she may be a vampire, and lied about it to all of us, and almost bit me, and--...you get it. After all that she's done, I still can't hate her. If people ask, I can say I do, and they'll believe me. I think if I said I didn't, they'd look at me like I was crazy.

The entire school may not know about Ashley Davies being a vampire, but they do know she left school. They do know she dumped me (even though that never actually did happen), and they definetly do know that Kyla's pissed about it. Its not like she can bring her back; trust me, I've tried it myself. I know it shouldn't bother me this much. She was just a girl, blah blah blah. But she wasn't JUST A GIRL!

We were supposed to have pointless arguments with each other until we'd realize it was stupid, then we'd kiss and make-up and life would be so good! Once I was eighteen, there was no doubt in my mind she was going to propose--I used to catch her looking at engagement rings online at night when she'd think I'd be sleeping. I knew as much as she'd say she didn't want them; we'd end up adopting kids, or getting a sperm donor or something. Who knows? Maybe they'll have some weird science thing when they could mess with DNA and me and Ash could have a kid that was ours and ours only. No stupid sperm involved! Seriously, I know she definitely would've liked that. And it sucks, 'cause now its never gonna happen. 'Cause she's off living her life, probably completely happy...and me? I'm sitting here thinking about a girl who I'm sure isn't thinking of me.

Everyone used to say how perfect we were together.

I remembered every single one of them as I tossed a loose piece of wood from the pier into the water.

Some perfection.

Its amazing how all of this happened because of me. It all started because of me. Everyone's lives are so fucked up because of me. God...how the hell did this even happen?! Better yet, why the hell did this even happen?! I never wanted this! In fact, ask anyone, I fucking hated vampires! Ever since Twilight I wanted to kill anyone who even looked pale!

Yet, here I am. A vampire in flesh; blue eyes, pale skin and all.

I heard him sharpening the blade of his knife from across the room.

"Would you chill out?!" he yelled, cigarette in mouth as he turned on the radio. Obviously, my shaking knee is more noticeable than I thought.

"I am chill!" I yelled back over the now blasting music. God knows what it is; some new Britney Spears crap for all I know. All those bitches sound the same to me.

"No you're not." He smirked at me. I was never one to get nervous...