Hi everyone! :D I'm excited to start a sequel to my previous story! I usually like to write a bunch of chapters before I publish, but the anticipation is killing me. I basically have the plot all planned out and I think it's gonna turn out pretty good. I gave a rating of M for obvious reasons for later chapters, and like always, if you think of an idea, shoot me a review and I'll try to fit it in somewhere! A request was made in LO about Tony and Anna's relationship, and I'm gonna try my hardest to build more on that. Also, tell me if you want more fluff cause sometimes people get agitated with too much of it, so I tried not to do so much in LO. But who doesn't love fluff? Come on...

*If you're new to the story, read Lethal Obsession first. That's my first story and this one takes place afterwards.

Well, I hope everyone enjoys this! I added a Diary of a Wimpy Kid story about a month ago and to my surprise, it's not getting as many reviews as I thought, so instead of wasting my time, I'm going to focus more on this story because you take the time to tell me what you think about what I write, and I really do appreciate every reader I get. Thank you3 Well, let's get this show on the road shall we?

No Warning.

Chapter 1

Your past is what makes you who you are today, no matter how memorable or hurtful it was. If it was caused by yourself, or even someone else, it still is a part of your life. They say people are experts at hiding things, that they are the all-time manipulating, smooth talking tongue, and they would do anything in their power to shade it from your sight. Whether it was for protection or guilt, the secrets that lie within a person are by no means taken lightly, for it is the carelessness that affects the people around them.

It took a little getting used to a normal life for Gregory. The night owl he used to be had to transform into an early bird, for the sake of functioning properly. We ran into problems once he started to enroll into my current school. With no records of birth, social security, or identification, neither Gregory nor his younger siblings could be registered, but thank God for Gregory's uncle. In the 17th century, he was a lawyer and a damn good tinkerer. He excelled in learning something new and that's what we needed. It didn't take much to type and print some legal documents. I guess you could call it fraud, but what else were we going to do? I wasn't going to be the one who was going to tell their whole vampire story.

At first, school was a rocky road. Many of my friends were skeptical of Gregory, for they thought that he abandoned me in November, but by the end of our finals, everything had blown over. Things were going pretty normal for once, and we got to hangout from sun up 'til sun down. When summer vacation came, we were inseparable, but as June faded into July, and July rushed into August, I needed to return back to America. The whole reason why I was sent to Scotland was that I needed time to get away from my bickering parents. My mother thought it was a good idea to send me somewhere where there was less fighting, and my aunt and uncle's place was perfect. Not that I was complaining to travel outside of the country with my mother's brother, but I just didn't want her to be alone with my father. He was someone who I didn't like to be around, especially when he drank. Things got so bad that I now have the scars to remind me of the many times he'd corner me in rooms and taunt me. I changed my last name to my mother's maiden name before I jumped on the next plane to Culross Fife, Scotland. I didn't want to be associated with him or his side of the family anymore. The past was behind me, and I wanted to start out new to forget the drama, but the drama still remained when I was living in Scotland. My life sure was something that you'd want to watch on TV. I met a clan of vampires and was almost bitten, kidnapped, and killed. I'd say this past year has been the most interesting of them all.

Now, I found myself in my temporary room, packing all of my belongings I had and have collected from the past ten months. Gregory helped pack most of my things and set them near the door. I fell backwards on my bed and looked at the ceiling while he fell beside me. I sat in silence and thought about how I had to be apart from him once again. It killed me, but this time, it wasn't going to be so bad. Since April, he and his family got into the swing of things with technology. Gregory bought a cell phone for future late night conversations and a laptop with a webcam, so I wouldn't miss seeing him, but the one thing that I would miss the most is his magnetic touch; nothing could be so addicting, even if he wasn't a vampire.

I looked into his icy eyes. I knew he didn't want me to leave. "Are you ready for our new life?" I asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess," he shrugged.

"Do you think what I'm doing is a bad idea?"

"No, of course not. You need to be with your mother."

"Well, I talk to her on the phone and stuff." I scooted closer to his chest and buried my face into his black shirt.

"Talking on the phone isn't the same as being in someone's presence."

"Exactly."

He paused, realizing that I had turned the tables onto our relationship.

"How are we going make all of this work when we won't see each other, Gregory?"

He lifted my chin and kissed my forehead. "Don't lose faith, beautiful. We've been through this a few times," he chuckled. "No amount of land or water could separate us completely. I promise you that."

This is why I loved Gregory. He was the number one person, besides my best friend, Savannah, who could put a smile on my face. If he was sure that this would work, then hell, I was sure too. While still lying next to him, I wrapped my arms around him and he held me close in his arms. Our lips glided past one another. I was going to miss his kisses and his hugs. Despite leaving everyone that I love and Scotland, a little piece of me was agreeing with Gregory to go home to Pennsylvania. I missed my friends, family, and pets. We laid on my bed until I caught glimpse of the clock. My flight was leaving in an hour and forty five minutes and I needed to be on the road soon to be able to get to the airport in time.

We both sat hand in hand at the terminal to wait for my plane. All bags were checked, all metal detectors were passed, and now all we had to do was wait for the intercom to call me aboard. Tony couldn't sit still while he played his handheld game. The anticipation was too much for him. Not that he wanted me to leave, he just hated sitting in one place for a prolonged period of time. When I first arrived here months ago, the airport was packed with busy people tending to their busy lives. Well today, there was no exception. The oversized octagon arena was filled with people who were scurrying to get where they needed to be.

A monotone voice called out from up above, "Flight 421 to Philadelphia International Airport now boarding."

"Oh God, that's me," I muttered as I sprung from my seat.

Everyone got to their feet in unison and I hugged them one by one.

"Don't be nervous kiddo, you've done this before," Uncle Bob said, patting my back.

"That's right sweetie. Call us when you're in Philly and then when you arrive in Wilkes," Aunt Dottie reminded.

"I will." I gave her a kiss on the cheek then turned to Tony. "And you, squirt, stay out of trouble when I'm gone, okay?"

He nodded his head, but his cunning grin told otherwise. I messed his hair and planted a warming kiss right on his forehead before He wiped it away in embarrassment. I turned and swung my hippie bag around my shoulder.

Gregory took my arm. "May I walk you to the gate?"

"Of course," I smiled.

We started walking and the entrance seemed like miles away, but in an instant, we were standing only a few feet from it. I turned towards Gregory and let go of his hand to hug him. I buried my face into him and refused to let go. My throat stung, but I couldn't let him see me cry. No, not here; not when I'm going to be alone for over fifteen hours on a plane. I could feel his body shaking for the same reason. We both had to be strong, otherwise this long distance relationship would crumble in a blink of an eye.

"Can't you come with me?" I mumbled in his chest.

"You know I can't and besides, it's a little too late to get a ticket."

I sighed, trying to concentrate on better things.

"This is only momentary, I promise. Now, you're going to miss your flight. You better get going, mi amore."

I looked up into his glossy eyes, waiting to shed a tear. "I love you."

"And I love you. Now go on. The second you leave will be a second closer when we see each other again."

"Okay, I'll call you when I'm officially home."

He flicked his hair out of his eyes and put his hands in his pockets. "I will be waiting."

My palms were clammy and my body was in utter pain as I shuffled to Gate A. I could see him, in the black reflection of the television screen which was powered off mounted on the wall. His hand rubbed his face and ran it through his hair, making the messy flyaways stick up. I couldn't hold back any more. Water filled my eyes. I rubbed them with my finger and a pool of mascara formed on them. I took a deep breath as I walked down the elongated terminal. Another new life was in the process of creation and my next destination was Sampson, Pennsylvania.