So I'm reposting this before I die of shame, I'm an idiot I get it please trust me when I say I'm not as much as a moron as I appear to be. So without further ado here is Chap I revised. By the Way Moonlight or any of its characters do not belong to me, what does is my characters and the story line.

Chapter I The midnight miracle

Beth could barely hold herself together, she was shaking as gasps wracked her body. Tears rolled down her cheeks and onto the picture frame she held in her hand. Behind the glass was Josh's smiling face looking back at her. It was something she would never see again.

Another sob broke through and she curled up on her bed in a ball. It had been nearly a week since he had died, and a week since she had spoken to Mick. She hated him, hated him for not saving her love when he had the chance, and yet…

The memory of her kissing him in the parking lot flashed through her mind and Beth cried even harder. She hated herself, how she even took that small cheat, how she took advantage of the time she had with Josh. And she hated herself for his death, it was her fault anyway, they wanted her not him, if she had just let them have her he would still be alive.

Picking herself from her bed Beth made her way into the kitchen. She placed herself in front of the large block that sheathed all of the knives and picked up one of the slim blades, staring through her tears at the silver blade.

One second was all it would take, one second and one simple movement and then all the pain would be gone. And then maybe, just maybe if there was something like an afterlife she would see him again.

Beth slowly raised the blade to the edge of her throat, her crying increasing with every passing second. She just wanted this pain to go away, she didn't want to feel anymore. Her grip tightened on the knife and she prepared to swoop it up, to end it all.

Before her final act was taken one thought flashed through her mind. I'm sorry Mick.

She was ready to jab it forward when a voice echoed through the room. "You really shouldn't do that."

Beth gasped and the knife clattered out of the hand. She stared with wide, scared eyes at a teenage girl who was perched on her windowsill. The girl cocked her head and her short blonde hair fell over her face slightly.

"That's really not a good idea," she said sternly. "You can't come back from that, even if you wanted to."

"W-who are you?" Beth stuttered. Tears still streamed down her face and she collapsed onto the tile floor, crying uncontrollably again. She didn't care who this new girl was, not a coherent thought could surface past her misery. All she could do was cry.

Slender arms wrapped around Beth's shoulders and she leaned her head into the girl, sobbing. All she wanted was to be held, have someone else rule her life, she didn't care anymore. Exhaustion overwhelmed her like an anesthetic, numbing the pain that wracked her body. She fell into a deep slumber.

The next morning Beth awoke to the sun streaming on her face. As she shifted to block out the light the previous night's actions crashed down on her. She curled up into a ball again and began to cry. But it wasn't like last night, this cry would stop and it wouldn't run her into a possible suicide attempt. Last night was a turning point for her, it would either make or break her. And she had survived.

The image of the girl crouched on her windowsill flashed through her mind and Beth bolted upright, adrenalin coursing through her. She slid out of her bed, grabbing the bat that sat by the headboard, and cautiously made her way through the house. She peeked around the corner to the kitchen and stiffened as she saw the girl sitting at her table, reading a book.

"I don't bite," the girl said casually, not bothering to look up from her book. "And you can put the bat down, you were better off last night with the knife."

Beth grew even more afraid. So last night wasn't a dream, she did try to kill herself and this...girl, did save her. In one way or another.

"Who are you?" she asked, swallowing to steady her voice. "And what do you want?"

The girl slowly set her book down on the table and walked over to Beth's pantry. Beth watch as she rummaged around in it for a minute before pulling out a granola bar.

"Eat, you're running late," she told Beth, throwing the food to her.

Beth caught it awkwardly and glanced at her watch.

"Oh my God," she said panicked. "I've got an interview in a half hour, I am so late."

As she ran off back into her room to get ready the girl chuckled and sat back down, resuming to read her book.

Ten minutes later a hazard looking Beth flew through the kitchen, stopping dead in her tracks as she saw the teenager leaning against the table.

"Mind if I tag along?" she asked happily.

"Uhhh, sure?" Beth answered too stunned to say anything else. It wasn't that she trusted this girl, but she had saved her life and could have hurt her anytime she was sleeping. The least thing she could do was find out what she wanted. Besides she was too curious to let this go now.

"Thanks, my name is Jack, it's short for Jacqueline."

"Beth," Beth said a little more comfortable. "No offense but shouldn't you be getting home to your par-"

"Interview Beth?" Jack chuckled.

"Oh no I'm going to be late!" Beth shouted.

She ran out the door in a frenzy, followed closely by a smiling Jack. Suddenly Jack stopped in the doorway and she grabbed the frame with enough force to crack it. Her pupils contracted and her eyes flashed icy blue. Fangs formed from her teeth for a second and a light hiss crossed her lips. The transformation only took a second but when it was done Jack was shaking her head.

"Now stop that," she told herself panting. She stood up taller and put on a black pair of sunglasses before following Beth, a little grimmer this time.

HEHE, cliffy.Gotta love it. But I can't hold it to you for long, next Chap will be up pronto.