Hello everyone! I decided to get to work on his long forgotten sotry. I've reworked the starting chapters and added some new ones to it too. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: This is going to be a slash sotry. Don't like don't read.

Also the POV switches between Ubel and Liebe every other chapter.

"Ubel wake up!"

I groaned and squinted my eyes shut tight against the barrage of my little brother hitting me with his pillow. "Cut it out, Liebe!" I hissed tersely. "I'm awake!"

The pillow attacking stopped instantly to be replaced with the beautifully musical voice of the teen sitting on top of my legs.

"Then get out of bed already, Ubel," Liebe said, way too cheerfully for this early in the morning. "We're going to be late for our first day of school and I really don't want to get off on the wrong foot…again."

I scowled up at him. "How in hell's name can you be so cheerful about starting a new school?" I demanded.

The smile dropped from Liebe's face and my heart sank guiltily.

"I just think that we could start over this time," Liebe said, his voice much quieter now. "No one knows anything about us here so we have a fresh start.

Start all over? I could see his logic but I wasn't sure if that could really happen. After all neither of us were really like other people.

Keeping my doubts to myself, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and shook my head.

"Sorry for being such a jerk Liebe," I said. "You have every right to be as cheerful as you want to be." My eyes snapped open as Liebe threw his arms around me.

"Its okay Ubel," Liebe grinned, squeezing me tightly. "Your always grumpy in the morning." I gave him a halfhearted glare as he released me and he laughed. "Hurry up and get of bed," He said. "I'm making French Toast for you."

I brightened instantly at this. French Toast was my all time favorite breakfast food. "Really?"

"Yep," Liebe said, pushing himself up off my bed. "Karen was going to make you waggles but I told you hated them."

I grimaced, glad that Liebe had told her that because no matter how much I like our new foster mom I wouldn't choke down waffles for her.

"Damn right I do," I said. "But now at least there's actually a good reason to get out of bed."

Liebe laughed again and I grinned at him as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. Said grin disappeared however when I caught sight of the time the green digital letters of my alarm clock were displaying.

"Liebe its six thirty!" I gaped.

"I know," Liebe said. "I was suppose to wake you up at six so we'd have plenty of time to get ready for school but you wouldn't budge."

"Of course I didn't!" I said. "I can't believe this," I grumbled bitterly. "A creature of the night was woken up by his little brother at the crack of dawn."

Liebe rolled his eyes at my dramatics. "Be nice or I'm not making you any French Toast," He said. "I'll just tell Karen that your actually madly in love with waffles."

"That's just cruel," I said.

"I learned from the best," Liebe shot back.

"True," I grinned. "I'm a good teacher aren't I?"

Liebe flashed me a grin back before turning and walking out the door and back downstairs.

I finally got off my bed and walked over to the full length mirror our foster dad Eric had hung up on the wall for me. I stared at my reflection, examining myself carefully.

I was pretty tall for your average seventeen year old at five foot nine and my skin was almost unnaturally pale. My black hair definitely needed to be brushed or something before I went to school because it was standing out all over the place at odd ends.

And then there were my eyes.

They were as red as blood and always startled people. I was constantly having to tell them that I wasn't wearing contacts and that they were my real eye color.

I noticed that the large black tee shirt that I had worn to bed had some holes in it but I really didn't care. I pulled it over my head and flashed myself a large smile which revealed my straight, gleaming white teeth. If I looked closely I could just make out my small pointed fangs.

"Time for a shower," I decided, wiggling out of my dark sweatpants.

By the time I got downstairs there was a warm plate of French Toast waiting for me on the table and Liebe was sitting there wolfing down his eggs and bacon.

"Thanks for the French toast Liebe," I said sitting down next to him and digging in.

"Welcome," Liebe said looking up from his food just long enough to smile at me and then he was back to his food.

"How did you sleep Ubel?" Karen asked.

"Fine," I lied. I hardly ever needed any sleep and had snuck out last night to drain a rabbit or two. But I had to keep up appearances for my foster parents' sake.

"Well that's good," Eric said. "You have a long day of school ahead of you today."

"Yeah, fun, fun," I said sarcastically.

Eric and Liebe laughed well Karen smiled at me and patted me on the back. I smiled back at her.

Karen and Eric had shown themselves to be pretty good people so far. It seemed like they wanted nothing more then children that they could shelter and love.

And they even liked me unlike our last foster family in West Virginia. They had wanted to adopt Liebe but send me away to a different family.

Liebe wouldn't stand for that of course and told them that he wouldn't stay if I left. "Wherever Ubel goes," He said, "I go."

The family had grudgingly agreed to keep but made their dislike of me so blatantly obvious that Liebe had called Social Services and demanded to be switched to a new home—not on my prompting either. I could have but up with their bullshit but Liebe could stand them not liking me so we wound up here instead.

Karen and Eric had fallen for Liebe instantly which wasn't new. Everyone loved Liebe. He was always so adorably shy when he first met you and then once he warmed up to you he was so charmingly polite and cheerful that it was impossible for you not to like him.

There were some people who use to judge him wrongly just because of his…condition but Liebe is perfect normal besides for that.

Me on the other hand…ha! Me being completely normal would happen the day I saw a flying pig! But then again with lives like ours who's to say we might not see said flying pig one day?

I had hardly finished my breakfast before Liebe rushed me outside, griping about how late we were going to be.

As we walked to the dreaded building of education I pulled some twigs and leaves out of Liebe's hair. "Looks like I wasn't the only one who snuck out last night," I said.

"I couldn't help it," Liebe spilled. "The room felt like a prison. I just couldn't take it. I had to get out. You know, out in the open."

"Yeah I know what you mean little bro," I said. Then I noticed with a jolt that there was blood caked into the hair on the back of his head. "Liebe!" I said. "Why do you have dried blood in your hair?!"

"Oh that's still there?" Liebe frowned, feeling around the back of his head gently with fingers. "I thought I got it all out in the shower."

His nonchalant attitude about it only made me angrier and I could feel my fangs begin to elongate.

"Liebe!" I growled. "Answer the question! Why in the seven rings of hell is their dried blood in your hair?!"

"Keep your voice down!" Liebe hissed. "People will get suspicious! And your fangs aren't helping things!"

I took a deep breath to calm myself as best I could and focused on making my fangs return to their normal size.

People always said Liebe was the calm one and I was the one with the temper but

"Answer the damn question," I snapped. "Before I really lose it."

"It was nothing much," Liebe shrugged. "I just accidentally stumbled onto some of my fellow werewolves' territory. They attacked before I could explain but I got away before they could do too much." He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Bunch of jerks," He said.

I sighed. Things like this happened way too much for my liking.

Because Liebe was only a werewolf because of this stupid curse—long story—, most other werewolves think he's strange. And the fact that he's a lone wolf by choice only serves to confuse them further. Sometimes their will be those who offer him a place in their pack but he always refuses.

None of my kind have ever had any aversion for me however, curse or no. They all see me as a young fledging in need of the protection of a teacher or—gag me—a master.

My vampire teacher and or master would make me leave Liebe and stay with him. Once my lessons complete my teacher would let me leave if I choose but if I was with a master… Then I would have to stay with him forever.

But I would never accept any of the offers I was given. I could never leave Liebe. We were all each other had left and I would always be there to protect him.

I shudder to think what would happen if I wasn't there to look out for him. He's too trusting of people and too forgiving of them when they hurt him. He had a big heart but he always seemed to be offering it to the wrong kind of people and was left picking up the pieces of his shattered heart again and again.

I helped Liebe get the dried blood hair and by the time we reached school the back of his head looked normal again.

The school didn't look too different the others we had been to before expect it was a little bit more expensive looking.

The school looked pretty much exactly like the other schools we had been in before expect a little bit more expensive looking.

"Yep no way I'm going in there," I said, turning on my heel. Unlike Liebe I was not looking forward to going to a place I'd be stuck in for six hours, listening to people drone on about stuff I already knew.

"Yes way!" Liebe said grabbing my hand and spinning me back around. He gave me a moment to regain my balance before dragging me up the white marble steps and into the place of torture.

We made a quick stop at the office to pick up our schedules and then we had to part to go to our lockers and then homeroom.

"Remember to be careful," I reminded Liebe. "And if anyone asks our parents died in a fire."

When we were little he had once blurted out the truth when someone asked him and I had to tell everyone that he was just making it all up. Luckily they all believed me.

Liebe rolled his eyes exasperatedly at me. "I know, Ubel," He said. "You don't have to mother me so much. I'm not a little kid anymore."

"Oh really?" I said, tapping the back of his head.

Liebe let out a yelp and snatched my hand away from his head. He stuck out his tongue at me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"See you later big bro," He said. "Try not to kill anyone."

"I make no promises," I said and kissed his cheek too.

He grinned and darted down the hall to his locker.

When I walked into homeroom everyone stopped what they were doing and watched me make my way over to my seat and sit down. I knew the drill so I wasn't nervous at all. I was sure to remain interesting to them until the appeal of being the new kid wore off.

I stretched my legs out and crossed them, trying to ignore the whispers and giggles of the gaggle of girls sitting around me as I waited for the bell to ring. I was doing a pretty good job of it too until the girl on my left flipped her blond hair over her shoulder and turned to me with an almost flirtatious smile on her face.

"Your new here aren't you?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm Ubel Watson and you are?"

"Kelly Andrews," The girl said her smile widening.

"Your eyes are really cool," The girl behind me piped up. She was wearing a smile to match her friend's. "Where did you get your contacts?"

Here we go again.

"They're not contacts," I told her coolly.

"Oh," The girl said and her smile slipped down a few molars.

"Well that just makes them even cooler," Kelly said.

"Thanks," I said.

Kelly and her friends kept gibbering to me all through homeroom but I barely paid any attention to them, focusing instead on the pencil I was twirling through my fingers.

I was immensely relieved when the bell went off but Kelly didn't leave me alone even then and escorted me all the way to Math class.

She nearly made me sit down in her little group in the back but the teacher, Mr. Ashdown, made me sit up front much to my relief.

As soon as the bell rang Mr. Ashdown wrote out a complicated math problem on the board for us all to try solving in our notebooks.

Everybody groaned but me.

"I know its hard," Mr. Ashdown said, "but I'm not expecting you to get the right answer. Just try your best."

I finished the problem in no time at all and held up my hand.

"Yes Ubel?" Mr. Ashdown asked.

"I'm done, sir," I said.

He wasn't the only one looking at me in amazement.

"What?" He said. "But its only been two minutes. May I see your work?"

I nodded and handed it to him to inspect. He looked it over thoroughly and then beamed at me.

"This is correct!" He said. "Good job Ubel!"

"Thank you, sir," I said with a small smile as I took my notebook back.

Once everyone had finished too—with all the wrong answers—Mr. Ashdown called on me to explain it to every one else before continuing on with the lesson.

I was hardly paying any attention when I heard a soft whisper from behind me.

"How could you do that?" a beautiful violet blue framed by long dark lashes.
I turned around to look at the person who had spoken. It was a boy with dark brown hair that flopped down into his eyes in no particular style. But as I looked into those eyes I lost my breath completely.

His eyes were a violet blue color that was painstakingly beautiful and his eyelashes were long and dark.

It took me a few minutes to regain rational thought before answering him. "I learned it a long time ago at one of my old schools."

"Lucky," The boy grinned. "I'm Chris Rowling. You're the new kid, Ubel Watson right?"

Wow had word of me spread that quickly?

"Yeah, nice to meet you," I said.

"Ditto," Chris smiled and I couldn't help but smile back.

He was about to say more but Mr. Ashdown appeared by our desks then.

"Chris, I'm sure whatever you need to say to Ubel can be done after my class," He said.

"Yes, sir," Chris said, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks as the class laughed.

I doodled in my notebook for most of the lesson, only stopping when Mr. Ashdown would call on me with a question.

When class was finally over, Chris met up with me outside the room, successfully cutting off Kelly as she tried to make her way over to me with her friends.

"What's your next class?" He asked.

"Chemistry," I said and a huge grin broke out across his face.

"Me too," He said. "Want to walk together."

"Sure," I smiled. The thought of walking with him seemed much better then letting myself slip into Kelly's clutches again. That girl was going to turn me deaf if she talked anymore.

"How do you like Duke High so far?" Chris asked as we walked.

"It's alright but the classes are way too easy so far," I said.

"I know what you mean," He said. "And trust me if you're as smart as I think you are then Chemistry will be a piece of cake. Actually, seeing as my partner ditched me, do you want to be my partner?"

"Alright," I said. "But why'd your partner ditch you?"

Chris's face fell slightly. "He got a chance to partner up with a cute cheerleader," He said. "And besides nobody ever really wants to be my partner. I'm not very popular." He winced probably thinking he had said too much but I just snorted and threw my arm over his shoulder.

"Well that's good," I said. "I hate popular kids. They're way too stuck up for my taste." I faked gagging and Chris gave a relieved laugh.

I hardly allowed myself to let myself get to close to people because I'd probably windup leaving them eventually but I couldn't help but like Chris.

Suddenly Liebe's words from this morning came into my head.

"I just think that we could start over this time. No one knows anything about us here so we have a fresh start.

Could he possibly be right? Could we really start over?