Hello everyone!

I recently got into one of my favourite movies once I found out it was on Netflix. Which made me, super friggen happy. I'm writing this in the character's POV again, I find I'm pretty decent at that, but I'm replacing a all the characters in the Shan family. I didn't really like the way Darren expressed himself, he seemed to emotionally dead in my opinion, and I'm going to be replacing Anne (his young sister) with 2 other kids instead. And instead of killing the person who is to become Crepsley's assistant, she's just going to leave since she's going to be older than 16. Or however old Darren was. Steve will also be older, so they're going through their last year of high school. Anyway, on with the show!

-Ari

Chapter 1 – Meet Arianna

It was never my intention to hurt the people I care about. Honestly, who plans to hurt those closest to them?

Don't answer that.

Perhaps I should explain a bit more. My name is Arianna Silva Shan, I have long red hair (it goes down to the middle of my back for those wondering), greenish blue eyes that according to some people either seem to sparkle when I'm happy or look dull otherwise. To be honest, that's why Steve and I got along so well together. We had similar childhoods. Well, in a way. My father was a respected person, head of IT in some large scale company that I didn't care about, and he loved my sisters. Treasured them you could say. I was the black sheep of the family. While my sisters had his curly brown hair a bright piercing blue eyes, and most of his and his wife's personality quirks, I had my mother's red hair. Her's was more orange and mine is more auburn but you get the picture. I have my father's eyes but with my mom's green color mixed in, and only a couple quirks of his personality. His fridged temper, and being able to handle most technologies rather easily.

Otherwise I was more like my mom. I'm sure I'm not making any sense. My mom died when she gave birth to me. I was coming out breached (ass backwards as I like to say) and something went wrong when they took her in for a c-section. As I grew up and started to look and act more like my mom, my dad distanced himself further and further from me. He became cold, never expressed his feelings, always stared or glared at me. When I reached the age of 8, he became abusive. He would push me down the stairs, push me into walls, pin me down in the tub while I was fully clothed and attempt to drown me in freezing cold water whenever I did something he didn't like. Which was quite often to tell you the truth. This continued on until I was about 16. He had his second and third daughters. Twins. And he loved them so much.

I can admit to bein jealous, but even so, the twins made even me happy. His wife was surprisingly very kind towards me, and made sure I was taken care of. However anytime I even heard my father in the house or coming into the house I'd hide in my room. It was when I was 16 that I bumped into a guy named Steve Leonard. Black hair, warm brown eyes, quite cute but I wasn't interested in him in that way surprisingly. I mean he was pretty damn attractive but just not my hearts type. We became quickl best friends. Whenever someone would bully me (which I admit was quite often, people pick on gingers it seems), Steve would usually stick up for me by punching them in the face. We would then get in trouble and so on the process repeating.

I just wish I didn't hurt him with my decisions.

At M. Beckmann High School – 8:15 am

As I quietly walked through the gates to the school, I smoothly moved my way through the cliques and crowds in front of the white double doors. I bobbed my head slightly to the music playing through the headphones attached to my phone, a remix of Sugarplum Fairy easing my nerves to get me through the day. I finally stopped at my locker, number 665.

'16-89-02.' I rehearsed my lock combination code in my head. I kept my mind pleasantly blank, enjoying the hush before I needed to get to class. I placed my messenger bag on the floor and took out all of my books to place them on the shelf inside the metal locker, grabbed my messenger bag and hoisted it over my shoulder, then headed to my history class in first period. As the students cleared out as the bell rang, I made my way up the stairs, and just as I was about to walk into the classroom while simultaneously shutting off my phone, a hand grabbed the back of my sweater and pulled me back.

"Hey!" I heard someone softly call towards me as I was pulled back. I paused and looked to my right and smiled upon seeing that it was Steve.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked quietly. He smiled and glanced at the classroom I was about to enter.

"Let's, uh let's cut this one today." Steve offered with an impish grin. I rolled my eyes with a groan.

"We're already here Steve, let's just suck it up and go in." He scrunched his face together and we both peered around the door to see the teacher, Mr. Kersey.

"All right folks." Mr. Kersey started as he placed his right hand on top of the chalkboard, then suddenly dragging his hand down and across as he turned to hold his hand up in a claw formation after causig the chalkboard to screech from his nailes scratching it. "Whatcha got for me?"

I winced and looked at Steve. "Okay, listen, I cannot deal with that jerk today. All right Miss. Vampire?"

I sighed and nodded, he grinned triumphiantly and dragged me to our favourite hiding spot on top of the roof. As soon as we climbed up the stairs and snuck through the door to the rooftop. I shoved myself deeper into my dark blue Doctor Who sweater, hiding my skin from the sun. I should explain, I'm allergic to the sun. I can be exposed to it but it causes me to break out in rashes and causes blisters if I'm exposed to often or for too long. I don't like the heat either but I deal with it the best I can. I watched with a small smile as Steve threw rocks at the hanging lights, missing all of his shots which made me chuckle. He paused and held a rock for a moment before turning and looking at me.

"So, I was thinking about moving to mexico. Wanna go?" I laughed and shook my head.

"Sorry, too hot. Pick someplace cooler and maybe." He laughed and shook his before throwing the rock he held in his hand. This time it hit one of the hanging lights, causing it to burst and for glass to shatter and land on the roofs flooring. I snorted in amusement at his grin.

"Oh shit!" My amusement quickly grew into making me laugh. "Hey man, I bet you can't hit one of those lights form all the way back here." I shook my head no, knowing we'd get in trouble.

"No way dude, we'll get in trouble!"

"Aww dude, we're gunna get busted." He said mockingly. I rolled my eyes and held out my hand. He smirked and placed the rock on my gloved hand and as I stood up, moved away to give me space to throw. I wound my arm back and pitched the rock forwards, the rock soared through the air and I watched in fascination as the rock actually hit the light with a loud crash. I looked at Steve worriedly and as we heard the door to the roof suddenly burst open and in walked the principle walked over with Mr. Kersey right behind her. I felt my eyes widened and as Steve and I shared a look, I knew I was going to be in seriously big trouble.

Home – 4pm

As I walked through the front door of what is called home, I realized jst how quiet it was. I knew someone was home, but based on the deathl silent house I worried if it was my father. Heavy footsteps came towards me from the living room and as the light hit my father, his tall and thick frame took up most of the doorway. All 6foot 6 inches of him glared down at my own 5 foot 6 inch frame. I was quite small, mostly thin but not stick thin. I guess I was filled out and thankfully for gym, had no muffin top or love rolls as my step mom liked to call them. As I stood there staring at him frozen in fear, he finally spoke.

"I got a call from your school today." His cold and emotionless voice washed over me, making me feel as though I just got soaked in ice cold water and then electrified. "They told me you were breaking school property with that kid again. Have I not told you before that you are not allowed to be near him or hang out with him?"

I swallowed thickly, unsure as to whether or not I was supposed to answer. I stayed quiet as he moved closer, his cold and piercing blue eyes glaring at me, making me feel as though I was about to be tried and executed.

"Well?" I felt my chest tighten as my anxiety and panic began to fill my chest cavity and make it hard to breathe.

"Y-yes sir." I barely managed to stutter out. His eyes narrowed. Then without me even seeing it, his hand grabbed my arm and yanked me towards the stairs. I began crying and screaming, grabbing onto anything and everything I could too avoid or stop him, something that would make him let go so I could run. His grip instead tightened more, if any tighter it might just snap the bones in my wrist. He made short work of the distance to the bathroom and shoved me into the tub, my head cracking against the wall harshly causing me to see little music notes and different colours fly through my eyes. I felt my father shove me further into the tub and grab the shower head while turning on the cold water. I could barely focus, I barely even realized I was still fighting him, trying to get away as he placed a foot on my back and pressed down leaving me hardly any air to breath, his free hand tangled in my hair and his voice was muffled as he screamed at me. I wasn't too sure how long this went on until he started kicking me. His foot kicking into my left side caused my to try and curl up, but the pressure and lack of space or actual movement made me unable to.

'Please daddy, please stop...' I pleaded in my mind, my lips trembling and body shivering. I wondered if I had actually said it out loud as he shut the water off and stood up to put the showerhead back in its place. He glared down at me and walked away. I laid there in the tub for a few more moments before slowly moving and pushing myself up. I stripped out of my clothes and left them in the tub before walking over to the door and locking it. I turned the shower back on but this time I made the water as hot as I could handle it. I stood there and observed the quickly forming bruises on my wrist, sides, and legs. I had no doubts that there were some on my back as well. Once I finished washing myself gingerly and bandaging my wrist and side, I wrapped a towel around my body, grabbed the clothes I was previously wearing and snuck into my bedroom. I locked the door and quickly put on a pair of fuzzy pajama pants with the grinch on them, a set of black with red lace bra and thong, and a black tank top quickly followed by an Avenge Sevenfold sweater. I turned on the fan in my room and looked at the clock. It read that it was 6:30 pm. I gazed blankly at a wall straight a head of me and as I gave out a yawn, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Maybe tomorrow would be better.