I do not own the Night World Series by L. J Smith, or anything Night World related. If I did, I'd be rich and wouldn't be writing on Fan fiction. :) Rated T; just in case.

Summary: Macy Kimball, an orphaned vampire-half breed from the Night World, lives like a human with her aunt and uncle. But when a runaway witch joins the family, her whole safe-haven from the Night World is in her hands. If she turns her in, she would be executed for her human heritage. If not, they would have to team up and protected each other from the Night World rulers.

"Hey Macy," an obnoxious voice coaxed beside Macy. She sighed. Not again.

"What Travis?" she asked for the billionth time in her life. Travis Connor was always trying to get Macy to go out with her. She kept her face staring into her open locker. She just wanted to get her textbooks and go home, and avoid Travis.

"Well, I was wondering if- hey, is that Led Zepplin?" he shoved his filthy arm in front of Macy's face and pointed to a sticker in her locker. She held off an urge to bite it.

"Yes," she said monotonously.

"Hey! I have an idea!" Oh boy, not another idea please, she thought and rolled her eyes.

"Since we both like him, let's discuss him over dinner, maybe hook up-"

"Listen dude." She quickly interrupted. "I've tried to tell you nicely over and over. I'm not interested!"

"Well not yet." He whispered sleazily. His breath reeked of marijuana. She wrinkled her nose. He slowly started to inch closer, when Macy did something she hadn't ever done before around humans in the small town of Clayton, California. She flashed her eyes, and they turned silvery and reflected light. Like an animal's.

She bore her eyes into Travis. "F-off pot-breath." She growled.

Fear shone in Travis' eyes. His bottom lip quivered. Almost immediately he scrambled away from her and ran.

Macy smirked and closed her locker. It felt good to finally have gotten ridden of that dirt bag. Then she felt eyes on her back. Her survival instincts kicked in and she abruptly spun around. She quickly skimmed the hallway filled with students for the spy. Then she saw her. A tall girl with dark brown hair to her shoulders was leaning against a locker by the water fountains. She looked like she was half Asian half white. She wore no make-up; she already had perfect completion and had dark lashes and had no need for mascara. The mysterious girl had deep, knowledgeable brown eyes that shimmered burnt gold in the light of the school hallway- and now they were staring strait at Macy.

Macy hadn't seen her before at school, so she definitely wasn't from around here. Spy-girl smiled devilishly as if she knew Macy's secret. Macy suddenly didn't feel safe anymore. She had to get out of here, and fast.

Slamming her locker door and speeding through the hallway, she pushed past students lingering in the hallway. Why do people do that anyway, stay in big groups so nobody could get past them? It was afterschool for crying out loud! Macy was not going to let them ruin her chances of survival.

She was causing a riot, pushing people out of the way.

"Hey!"

"Watch it!"

Macy pushed a girl and she teetered backwards into the boy's bathroom.

"Hey! Don't touch my girl!" a jock said before getting shoved in the face with super-strength.

Finally, she pushed open the high school doors and emerged into the parking lot. A pale girl with wild red hair was about to speed off on her motorcycle when she grabbed her arm.

"Please, give me a ride, please." She begged desperately. She didn't even care that she didn't know her or that she didn't smell like a normal human smelt like.

The girl noticed her hurry and shrugged. "What the hell." Macy hopped on the back of the bike even though she thought bikes were absolutely terrifying.

They sped out of the parking lot and drifted around a sharp turn.

After giving tons of directions and getting lost a few times. They finally arrived at the Stevenson's house. Macy got off and almost fell over with dizziness when the girl caught her arm.

"Thanks" Macy said. "For the ride and-"she gestured to the girl's arm that was still holding Macy's arm from falling. She stuck out her hand. "I'm Macy."

The girl shook her hand. " Jez. Jez Redfern."

There was an odd connection in the air. Jez shrugged and sped off into the night.

Macy started towards the house. That was weird. She rang the door bell and her aunt Kelly answered. Macy was an orphan. She lived with her legal guardians: Aunt Kelly and Uncle Steve. The good thing about it was that they were totally oblivious. She could do her "personally needs" without them even noticing she was gone.

"Oh, Macy! You're here! What took you so long?"

"I got lost on the way home." It wasn't a lie.

"Oh, well glad you're here." Macy tried to get inside, anybody could be watching now, but Kelly seemed to be blocking her for some reason.

"Oh, Macy! I almost forgot!" Macy grumbled to herself. Does she say anything without 'oh'? And why wouldn't she let Macy in?

"We, um, adopted someone."

"WHAT?" Why wasn't she involved in this decision?

"Well, we wanted to surprise you. She's your age, 17, so you guys can play together! And you always seem like such a loner!"

WTF! Macy screamed in her head. Play together? Seriously? And Macy was 16 and a 1/2, not 17. And aren't loners alone because they want to be?

Something else wasn't quite right. Kelly and Steve never did anything unexpectedly.

Kelly dragged her inside into the living room. "Macy, meet Avril."

Macy gasped. It was- no it couldn't be. Avril was the spy girl.

Macy panicked. She knew it. Someday the Night World will find her and turn her in. Avril was an agent and she practically had her cornered. In her own house! Macy was sure that Avril had used mind-control to make her family "adopt her". Macy knew that Avril knew her secret. And that it was almost definite that she would be dead in the next 24 hours.

Because Macy's secret wasn't like any other secret. Because Macy was a vampire. Well, sort of, at least.