Okay, this is the SEQUEL to Learn to Love. If you haven't read it, then I suggest you go and read it before proceeding any further.

Raevyn crawled to the end of the cave and pushed away the boulder that sat there. She wriggled through the small opening and rolled the boulder back into place.

Sighing, the girl collapsed onto her bed and watched as her pygmy marmoset monkeys crawled over her fingers. She fiddled with the silver heart-shaped locket that hung around her neck. Pulling it off, she flicked it open and examined it. There were no pictures or anything. She could never understand why the giver of the necklace hadn't put anything in it.

She closed the locket again and ran her fingers over the front. It had been engraved with a small, sideways eight, the symbol for infinity. She lightly pressed down, startled as the back popped open with a small click! Raevyn flipped it over to study the hidden compartment. A small paper had been folded up inside.

Raevyn, it read, I know you say we can never be together. But I will never believe it. I feel so happy when I'm with you. We were meant to be together, and nothing can keep us apart. I love you, and I always will, forever and always. Infinitely Yours, Rory.

Tears welled up in Raevyn's eyes. He'd said he loved her. Slowly and carefully, she folded up the paper and put it back in the locket.

He was wrong. Something could keep them apart. And she had.

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Ethan slung his arm over Sarah's shoulder, and she snuggled up against him. Next to them, Benny and Erica were making out on the couch. Ethan smiled, thinking of how much had changed over the years. His smile turned to a frown. Things had changed for everyone except for one person.

Over in a corner of the room, Rory sat in a small chair as Jane carefully applied sparkling lavender eyeshadow to his lids. Her friends had all canceled on her, so there was no one to give makeovers to except for Rory, because Rory had no plans. He never did.

Ethan was worried about him. He hardly ever went out., and he hadn't had a girlfriend for years. And only Rory knew why. But he wasn't telling anyone.

Okay, so he didn't completely know why. It was just that he hadn't felt quite right ever since that one February. It always seemed as if something was missing, but he couldn't quite put his finger on just what that something was. Whenever he came close, it fluttered away, forever just out of his reach.

Rory sighed as he thought of his current predicament; no girl seemed just right. They were all… not what he was looking for, whatever the heck that was. Jane, who had been smearing bright pink lipstick on him, smacked his arm.

"Quit moving!" she whined. She dusted on a peach-colored blush and gingerly fixed a purple bow in his hair. "Done!" she announced proudly.

Rory got up and plopped down on the couch in the middle of the two couples, gluing his eyes to the television screen, which was playing Jacuzzi Time Machine. He looked slightly different, now that he was older, but not because time had matured his appearance. No, as a vampire, he had only Benny's grandmother to thank for his current development.

Benny finally came up for air and stared at his friend. "Why do you let the kid do that to you, man?" he asked. Rory shrugged.

"If I don't, then no one else will, either."

Benny shot Ethan a worried glance. The vampire had been acting seriously strange since February four years ago. It wasn't the makeovers that worried him, because Rory would've done that even if he'd been feeling right. But suddenly, his friend had been totally uninterested in relationships or being a vampire ninja or playing video games or having cool supernatural mishaps. It was as if someone had removed a large, important piece of his life, and Rory wasn't too happy about it. And no one, not even the Depressed One himself, knew what was wrong.

"So, are you excited about tomorrow?" Benny asked, trying to cheer his friend up a bit.

"Yeah, sure."

Everyone let out a sigh. The old Rory would've been more than excited to go to a new country and scope out all the babes.

It had been four years since Rory's strange new attitude came into existence, and the males had all since graduated high school. To celebrate the end of it, they gang had decided to go on a trip to England before college started. So they packed their bags and were sleeping over at Ethan's so they could make the four a.m. flight.

Sighing, Rory climbed up the stairs. "I'm going to bed."

Ethan's frown deepened. "Good night, Rory. Sleep well."

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Sarah shook Rory awake. His eyes shot open and he wiped the drool from his mouth.

"'R we ther?" he mumbled groggily, his words slurred with sleep. Smiling slightly, she nodded. Rory grabbed his carry-on bag and followed his friends off the plane.

They took a tram to their hotel and checked in. They'd reserved a conjoining suite, with the girls on one side and the guys on the other. They dropped their bags by the doors, grabbed their wallets, and headed out.

Ethan grinned. "We're gonna paint the town in red."

Erica rolled her eyes. "No one's used that saying since, like, the 1970's," she scoffed.

"Oh, really? In that case, I'm pretty surprised you know what it means," he retorted. Erica's face flushed.

"Whatever, loser."

She still had not refrained from calling him that, despite the fact that his best friend was her boyfriend or that she was technically older. Ethan laughed, not noticing until too late the woman who was walking in the opposite direction with a latte in one hand and a book in the other.

The two crashed into each other, and the latte went flying, hitting an innocent bystander in the head and drenching them before bouncing into the street and getting run over by a tram. Ethan rubbed his head and helped the girl up.

"Thank you. I'm sorry, I'm such a klutz someti—"

She trailed off as she saw the man helping her up. She knew who he was. His head was thrown back, his eyes white, his mouth open.

His eyes turned brown once more, and he shook his head, clearing it. Ethan examined the woman in front of him. Her skin had been tanned again. She was wearing a blue-and-black striped jacket over a stitched, dark purple off-the-shoulder crop top, with a raven's head embroidered on it. She had on a ragged black miniskirt, and dark purple thigh-high leggings with purple buckled high-tops. Her hair had been layered and straightened, and had red tips with several feather-striped locks. She had pierced her ears in several places, and had gotten a pair of silver snakebites. Mascara and eyeliner had been generously applied to her big, dark brown eyes, which were widened in surprise. Several accessories adorned her body, and long, spidery fingers with blackened nails clutched possessively at the book in her hand. Her face was so different, so much older. It was a face that he shouldn't know. But he recognized it. His voice came out in barely a whisper at what he said next, and the girl's heart died with it.

"Raevyn?"

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