A/N: Hello everyone! This is the first chapter of Frost, so I hope you like it!

I cracked my knuckles impatiently as I crossed my legs. Beyond the car window I saw nothing but crops. It creeped me out. Of course if it was my choice, my parents, my twin-brother and I would not be moving across the country so my dad can pursue his life-long dream to be a professor at Tennessee State University. I don't want to sound like a selfish brat or anything but my dad was being totally unfair about all this. I've always lived in San Diego, California and I've had the same friends from the first day of grade school up to my sophomore year in high school. And just making my brother and me drop everything was total bull-shit. We argued and argued forever, but my dad was so determined to make my life miserable. My mom was absolutely thrilled about it. She was a stay-at-home so she had nothing to lose, and getting away from her 'friends' were a gigantic relief on her part. As for my brother…he was more pissed off then I was. Back in California he actually found a girl who treated him right instead of those slutty girls who just wanted to bed him. I have a feeling their long-distance relationship wouldn't work out.

I yawned and glared at nothing in particular. I turned my head and couldn't help but have it slump back. I closed my eyes only for a brief second as the sun tried to blind me. I hate the light; I wish it would be dark for eternity.

I glanced at my brother, Levi, who was snoring to the ninth degree. His deep, brown shaggy hair covered his eyes oh-so-slightly while his muscular face let his mouth hang open so wide it would've made a crocodile proud. His AC/DC shirt was ruffled up just enough to see his tight stomach and happy trail. His jean-covered-legs were spread apart and his converses were off. I thought my nose was going to fall off from the smell of his feet. Yucky Kentucky!

"Gee, I've never been this far east. This is going to be so perfect! Don't you think so Craig?" My mom was talking to my dad in her perky voice. Oh, joy. You may think she's a warm-hearted, caring woman but under her strawberry-blonde curls, bright green eyes, and cute button-nose, she's a crazed demon from hell. She glanced back at me and did a thumbs-up. I mocked a smile right back at her.

"Sure do." My dad rubbed his wrinkly temple. He looks exactly like Levi, only older and his hair's not as shaggy anymore. I resemble my mom's long curls and my dad's chocolate brown hair. I also have my mom's green eyes, heart-shaped chin and hourglass figure. Plus, a dash of her light freckles across my nose. The only real difference between us is our style. She dresses like one of the 'Stepford Wives' and I look like I just came from a rock concert.

I felt a headache approaching and Levi's continuous snoring was not helping in the least bit. Turning to the window again, I read a sign the said 'Welcome to Nashville' while my dad sped on by. I felt anxiety creeping up on me and I suddenly felt more carsick then I did before. I felt my mom's gaze and I glared at her.

"Don't sweat it Laney, all these new changes are going to pass by quicker than the speed of light." She almost had a sympathetic look on her face…almost. I felt anger pass through me. She's not the one who has to practically start her life over. I'd never mention it though. What was the point anyway?

"Sure. Whatever you say." She gave me a smile and turned back around. I reached over the sit behind me and got my SpongeBob blanket as well as my Yankees cap. I wrapped the blanket around me and put the cap over my face, then I let sleep take me over.

I knew this was a dream but it felt so real. I was in a beaten down church. I could tell by the only light that was given to me, the moonlight. I was dressed in a pale yellow sundress that came down right above my knees. My long hair was down and I was barefoot. The heavy dust made my nose itch. I didn't understand this at all. What the hell was happening? I heard whispers behind me and I yanked my body around. I felt weak and scared. My breathing was so heavy I could barely hear myself think. I started walking backwards and I bumped into something hard. My eyes widened and I could feel the color drain from my face. I began to turn my head but a hand grasped the back of my neck. The hand was ice cold, I shivered. The figure turned me around so fast I had to replay in my mind what had just happened. Then I saw my attacker. I had to look up at him; he must've been a little over six feet. And by golly gee, he was really attractive. His white skin was paler then his blonde hair that hung loosely right under his ears. His body was lean and muscular and his thin lips really complemented his high cheekbones. He wore black everything. I knew my mouth was hanging open and maybe even drooling a little bit. His bright blue eyes searched my olive ones with interest. My feelings automatically went from frightened to ease. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me and I felt relieved and excited at the same time. Is that even possible? I felt my face flush and I tried to turn my head but his hand was still holding the back of my neck. His face was so close to mine I thought I would've felt his breath but strangely I didn't. He took his free hand and brushed my hair behind me so my neck was exposed to him. His eyes changed to what seemed hunger and it made a chill go up my spine. He wet his lips and lowered his head to my neck. I closed by eyes and I felt him sniff my neck. To my utter astonishment I felt his cold, wet tongue tasting me…wait…cold? That was strange, wasn't it supposed to be warm? He sucked really hard on my pulse and that made all my thoughts go away. Suddenly feeling weak at the knees I felt my body give out from underneath me. He wrapped his long arms around me and I put my hands on his muscular shoulders. He looked at me again and I gasped. He had two sharp, pointy vampire teeth. A vampire? What the fudge? H e lowered his head back down to my neck and he bit into it. The sharp pain was too much for me to handle and I felt tears leaving my eyes. I took a quick intake of breath and I started gasping. He removed his pointy teeth and he started hushing me while giving me butterfly kisses. The pain was gone but my neck felt heavily sore. He buried his head into my neck and he breathed my scent in. And for the first time he spoke "I've been waiting for you my love."

A/N: Should I continue or not?