Summary/ A new house. A new town. A new friend. A new school. What else could be new in Diana's life? Everything is different for her in the new atmosphere of Persopholease, and nothing is going particularly well. Does the fact that Persopholease has thirteen characters, make her luck even worse? And what's up with those freaky, old letters?

Let It Begin

Chapter 1

Love at First Fall

I looked up at the old, Victorian-style home; it was, what one could call, magnificent. A wide porch snaked all the way around, made of a polished, dark wood, and three steps led up to it. Windows were evenly spaced, but all were different— there were wide windows at the first level of the house, letting in tons of sunlight; the second level had smaller windows, covered in white curtains; at the third, and final level, was one large window, leading out to the balcony, and covered by black, dreary curtains.

The building itself— which I would think was elegant grandeur— was a soft, eggshell white; simple. The yard was covered in a soft bed of grass, which was picker-free, and easy to run across barefoot. A gravel path led up away from the road, towards the house, and curved right back to the road, making an upside-down 'U' shape. There was a vast expanse of forest behind our house, with thinly spaced trees, poison ivy, and thorns. To the right of our house, around two-hundred yards away, was a field of cows, horses, chickens, goats, and sheep. Our neighbor owns them (he used to own our property, until Dad bought it).

"Diana, darling?" my mothers' voice came from behind me; the car doors slammed shut as my dad and brother clambered out of the car to admire our new home. I felt two warm arms wrap around me, and stiffened. My mom.

"Honey, your father and I have decided that you can pick which room you want first. As a peace offering..." she mumbled the last part, probably ashamed. I shrugged.

Did I mention that they forced me here against my will? I had it all! At my old school I was cheerleading captain, student of the year, voted most popular, and was going out with Rick, the really hot football star! Wouldn't you be mad, too? They made me move away from everything I ever had! I had never moved before, and I hadn't wanted to. Who would?

"Whatever," I mumbled coldly, before walking up the three steps, and into the house. Needless to say, the inside was just as beautiful as the outside. I walked right into the living room, which was mostly shades of greens and browns— earthy. The stairs were right in the middle of the living room, against the far wall; a girl could surely make an entrance on those!

I was surprised, the house was really nice, yet so far, none of the rooms interested me. All of the rooms on the seconds level weren't the best, and the views all looked towards either the woods, or the field filled with farm animals. That pretty much bored me to death.

Sitting in the hallway, I heard the distinct clicking of toenails on wood, and grinned.

"Eeeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch a Monty by the toe, if he hollers let him go, eeeny, meeny, miny, moe"— I was cut off as something rammed into me, knocked me onto my back, and licked my face. That 'something' just happened to be my seventy-nine pound Australian Shepherd. His tail hit me in the eye, and I blinked rapidly.

"Stupid Montague, maybe we should have cut-off your tail after all," I mumbled incoherently, and looked up at the ceiling. "Now that's weird." Above me was an attic door, but it looked half-hidden, like someone didn't want anyone up there. Standing up, I dusted my shorts off, before deciding to get up there. Somehow...

It did look pretty tall...

Two hours, three chairs, seven bruises, and eight minutes later, I finally managed to get that darned attic door opened, which also made the ladder come down. Oh great, another bruise.

"Sorry Monty, boy, but you can't come," I told the dog as I climbed up the ladder. When I made my way into the attic, I noticed how cold it was, and dark. It was extremely dark, and I could barely make out anything, besides a box, which I rammed into. Great, just great. Wait! There's the black curtains!

I quickly pulled them apart, letting in the light of day, which also revealed the dusty room to me. It was not too big, nor too small, and had two windows, one leading to a balcony, and one strangely on the ceiling, leading to the roof.

"Cool," I murmured, already deciding that this would be my room, even if it was supposed to be an attic. The walls were a deep, rich, navy blue (which is an awesome color). It was also splattered with black, grey-ish-silver, and white paint.

I turned my attention back to that wretched box, finding that it was filled with old photos, a diary, and tons of letters. And me, being my nosy self, decided that I could dig through someone's personal things. Yep, nosy to the highest level. I pulled out the first thing my fingers touched... A letter...

Dearest Love,

A terribly tragic occurrence has happened, my love. Your mother was lost to the icy winds of winter; she tried her best, she really did. She fought like the devil, until the morn of Tuesday, November 7th, 1886. Don't be angry with her, though. It was my fault... I became selfish, as she was getting all the attention. I did not wish to help her; she could ne'er return the favor, either.

I believe that this is a sign, we should not get married. I do not think the entities would be pleased with our arranged marriage— can not you see? They have cursed us— you to forever run from the moon, running from your own shadow , and I, to ne'er enjoy the sunlight, or bask in the warmth of day. I am quite sure that my blood lines shall surely become immune to the light, among other things. Both our species is far more advanced than the mortals!

I also understand that you've had a run-in with Darren; it didn't go too well, I presume?

Alas, my mind has wandered with the weary happenings of this November past.

I shall see you again; when, I am not sure, but I shall.

Your Undying Love,

Johanna of the Night

"Oooookaaaaay," that had to have been the most weird letter I've ever seen. I mean, who calls themselves Johanna of the Night? Some weird woman I bet that was. Probably a schizophrenic psychopath. I wonder if she eve—

"DIANA!"

Had to be my dad to interrupt my thoughts.

"WHAT??" I don't usually scream at him, but I was in the middle of uncovering a mystery... Or satisfying my curiosity, whatever was more important...

Probably satisfying my curiosity...

"Lunch is ready!" At least he didn't yell this time.

"Kay, I'll be down in a sec!" I rolled my eyes as I put the letter back in the box, before climbing down the ladder, where Monty was awaiting me.

"I know your, hungry, so come on," I scratched his ear absentmindedly, and his tail thumped loudly; it was a dangerous weapon. We both descended the stairs like royalty, heads held high. It was probably funny to my brother—Jeremy— because he busted out laughing. I stuck my tongue at him, before continuing to the kitchen, and grabbed two chicken-salad sandwiches, tossing one to Montague. What can I say? I don't like feeding him dog food, it tastes nasty. Trust me, it's gross; I tried it.

"Diana," my mom said in that tone of voice. You know? The one that means your in trouble? Or you did something wrong? Yeah, that one. She glared at me, her eyes flashing between me and Monty, who was wagging his tail and licking his chops. After a few more seconds of glares, she shook her head.

"Hey dad?" I asked, skipping into the livingroom with my sandwich, before taking a bite out of it.

"Yeah, Honey?"

"When are the furniture people coming to bring the upstairs-stuff?" I asked in a sweet voice, before taking another bite.

"Well, they'll be here in about thirty minutes. Want to go to the store in town? Your mom can tell them where to put your stuff..."

"Yeah, sure. Let's go!" I skipped to the kitchen, and looked at my mom, "Me and dad are going to town, can Monty come? I got his leash! Oh! And the room that I want is the attic, so it might be kinda hard to get my stuff up there..."

"Ok... And yes, you can bring Montague, make sure he's nice to people!" she called as I half-ran towards the livingroom. I could barely make out her muttering 'at least she's getting out.' You see, for the past few days, I've been mopey. I guess it's a girl thing, because now I feel great! Oh wait, no, it was the moving thing, but I'm okay now!

I grabbed Monty's leash and clipped it onto him, before bounding out of the house and towards the mini-van. It's embarrassing, but at least it's something, and it's black, so there. It looks like we're about to kid-nap someone. That might actually be fun...

Anyways, I climbed into the front seat of the van, with Monty in the back, and Dad driving; oh, and Jeremy was also in the back, kicking my seat. Maybe I could attach him to the roof of the van, now that would be funny. I could just imagine him screaming with bugs between his perfectly white teeth... Anyways, enough with fantasies.

I won't spare you the details of the ten minute car ride. Let's just say that my brother will definitely need some ice. I smirked back at him as Dad slowed the van, then parked in the lot of a store. I heard Jeremy mutter a curse as I grabbed Monty's leash and hopped out of our van. For a fourteen year old kid, he sure is sour; we're only separated by two years, yet he thinks I'm a monster.

"Here kids, go play a game or something," my dad said. He handed us each five dollars. After he went in the store, I turned towards Jeremy, grinning.

"Two dollars says one of those guys are gonna check you out," he told me quickly, looking at a group of guys coming down the street that I hadn't noticed. They were totally hot— but goth. Not my type. At all.

"Deal," I said, shaking his hand quickly. As they passed I looked them over; in the words of my best friend, Staci, they were definitely H-A-W-T! I really hope I wasn't drooling.

I sighed, and kind of felt a chill pass me.

Suddenly I felt someone look at me, and searched the faces, who weren't looking at me, just talking, before I met the smirk of a black and blue haired, very, very drool-worthy, goth-guy. I mean, he was super built, and his arms were huge, and he was tall, and oh so pale.

I looked into his eyes, and thought I stopped breathing. His eyes were red, very different from my brown. He was probably wearing contacts. He smirked again, flashing his white teeth; it was almost predatory. He made me feel like a rabbit, while he was the lion.

He eyed me up and down for a moment, still smirking, before two more heads turned. I looked down as to avoid there eyes; gosh I bet they were vampire freaks. They all had red eyes.

Stupid wanna-be's.

The second they passed down the next corner, I sucked in a breath— so I hadn't been breathing. And I handed Jeremy two dollars with a scowl, before he walked into the store, leaving me all by myself. Stupid brat.

I went to sit down on the cement, but almost sat down on Montague.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, sighing. He was cowering behind me, with his tail tucked between his legs. I scratched his ear, and after a moment his tail started to wag. "I wonder if they'll let you in there..." I looked up at the store, thinking about the time I had watched Because of Winn-Dixie; you know, the dog show?

Just as the door opened, I loosened my slack on the rope, which made Monty run forward, into the store; he ran right past the old lady at the door, knocking her sideways. Poor thing, she looked like she could barely stand up anyway.

"Oh no!" I squealed, before running after him. "Sorry!" I mumbled as I rushed past the old lady. She glared. I heard a bark, before the distinct sound of a falling shelf, and many, many cans.

"GET THAT MUTT OUTTA HERE!" Uh-oh...

I went down an aisle, only to see that a shelf had been knocked over. Cans of veggies, cereal boxes, and poptarts were scattered all over the place. I'd give my dog two thumbs up! If this had been in my house...

Luckily Dad and Jeremy weren't anywhere to be seen. A man in a red vest was yelling countless profanities at my dog, who was looking up with that innocent face, one ear pointed towards him. His face was as red as his vest.

"Sorry," I told him, grabbing Montague's trailing leash. The man glared at me, before running a hand through his thinning hair, and cursed, turning his back to me. I took that as my cue to leave, and began to slowly back out of the aisle. People were looking at me and my dog, and hearing the yells. I think I blushed as I walked out the sliding doors, only to sit outside on a bench.

"Why did you have to do that, you silly dog?" I asked Monty as he hopped onto the bench and licked my hand. "Yeah, yeah, your forgiven, just don't do it again, got it?" I scratched his ears, smiling gently.

"Dia! Dia! Dia! Look what I've got!" I looked up, only to see Jeremy running towards me with a can of–

"Silly string?" I questioned, but just as I opened my mouth, he chose to spray it. Ewwwww!

"Ewwwww!" I spat all of the string on the ground near the bench, before jumping up. "Yuck! It tastes worse than dog food!" It really did. "YOU BOOGER! YOU ARE SO DEAD!" At that I began to run after him, my feet pounding lightly against the cement. Monty followed us, of course.

"Yeah, you will, but only when you catch me!" he yelled over his shoulder, dirty blonde hair being ruffled by the wind. You see, our similarities stop at our eyes: we both have brown, well, except mine are lighter. My hair is strawberry-blonde, and slightly long. I chopped seven inches off about a week ago, to rebel against my mom for making us move. It's now only a few inches under my chin, and I also acquired bangs!

Now, back to Jeremy... What form of torture shall he go through? Maybe I should hang him by his toes, before dying his hair pink... That would so be cool...

At that moment my feet chose to trip over themselves, and trust me it definitely wasn't good, for me, at least.

And then I was stumbling forward, eyes closed.

I rammed face first into someone, before hearing an 'oompf', and we both went tumbling to the ground in a giant heap of arms and legs. Somehow I ended up under the person, who was way too heavy for me to hold up. That was when I smelled the faint scent of...

Chocolate.

I love chocolate. Who doesn't? If you don't, your crazy!

"Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't see you coming and"— a distinctly male voice began. For some reason his voice alone made me want to blush. The voice rambled for a while, apparently running out of excuses. I was content enough to not make a sound, that is, until he stopped talking.

"Uh, it's okay, but could you, probably, like get off me? Please?" I said in a nervously childish manner. I sounded like such a geeky prep.

"Yeah, sure, sorry," the voice rumbled, and I could feel the vibrations to my toes. I felt the weight leave my body, before warm hands gently helped me up.

"Are you okay miss?" the voice asked.

Oops, I guess I had my eyes closed the whole time. Now I really feel stupid.

I opened my eyes to see a hand waving in front of my face. That was the only thing I could really focus on at first. But then I saw the hand was connected to an arm, a very lean, very tan, very muscular arm, which was also connected to a tall body, and, in turn, a face.

I think I'm in love. Love at first fall; that would be an odd story to tell children if I ever married this dude.

I stared at his eyes first, which were the deepest green ever, but with hints of blue and black. They seemed as if they had been through the world twice, then back again. HOW SAPPY OF ME TO THINK THAT.

"I'm okay..." I mumbled, before rubbing my eyes. Man was this guy hott! Yeah, that's right, with two 't's! His hair was curly and brown, and fell in his eyes. He was, at least, seven inches taller than me; I barely cleared his shoulder. He was also looking at me like I was crazy; well, that's a nice first impression.

"I'm really sorry about that," he repeated with a sheepish smile on his lips. Oh, his lips... "My name's Alexander Tremond. But, you can just call me Xander." He extended his hand, and I shook it, my mind whirring in over-drive.

"Well, it was kind of my fault, I ran into you. I'm Diana. Diana Castell," I told him, before feeling my face heat up in a blush. Why does it have to do that now? This so wasn't fair...

"Actually, Diana, I believe it was my fault, plus I kind of landed on you," at that I could've swore I saw his ears tinge pink. Oh great, now we were having a blush-war. I wonder if my mom and dad ever had a blush-war...

"No, it was mine, I was"— then I was cut off, as a large, familiar tail thwacked me in the leg. "Montague!" I hissed at the dog, scowling.

"Montague, eh? Isn't that the name of one of the families in Romeo and Juliet?" I heard Xander ask, and I nodded.

"Yeah. He's a giant monster, so the name kind of fit him, like royalty, I guess," I mumbled. Xander bent and scratched Monty behind the ear, who, in turn, licked him in the face, like the giant baby he was. Ewwww, dog slobber. Sorry, it's kind of gross.

"He's cool," I heard my bump-buddy say. Okay, so 'bump-buddy' sounds wrong, sue me.

"Yeah, sure, what-ever you say dog-boy," I told him, and swore I saw Xander tense. Monty wasn't always that nice to strangers, he usually just barked.

"Diana? What school will you be going to?" he said softly, still petting my lunatic of a dog.

"Er... Persopholease Academy, I think."

"PA? That's cool; I go there." He replied.

"Oh, I bet it is," I said under my breath, as I watched my dog drool all over Xander's hand. I think that he heard me, because he half-way shrugged, then froze, before standing straight up and grinning down at me.

"So, Diana,"— That's when he was cut-off, as, simultaneously, our phones went off. Now if that wasn't a sign, then the songs that were playing sure were.

When the Sun found the Moon

Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster!

She was drinking tea out in a garden

So testosterone boys and you harlequin girls


Under the green umbrella trees

Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?


In the middle of summer

So testosterone boys and you harlequin girls

When the Moon found the Sun

Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?


He looked like he was barely hanging on

So I guess we're back to us, so cameraman swing the focus!


While her eyes saved his life

In case I lost my train of thought where was it that we last left off?


In the middle of summer

Let's pick up pick up pick up((When the Day Met the Night, and Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off, by Panic! At the Disco!!))

And guess who had the sappy, romantic sun and moon song? Yeah, that's right, me. That's about the time when I busted out laughing, and flipped open my phone.

"Hello?" I asked, before starting to hear the blaring yell of my father over the phone.

"Where are you?" he asked, and let me tell you, he sounded really, really mad.

"Um, like around the corner."

"Oh, well, we're about to leave, so hurry up."

"Ooookaaay, bye," I mumbled, before hanging up on him. My dad is so random. It isn't even cool. Alexander was still on the phone, his back turned to me; his shoulders looked stiff, as if he would lash out if anyone touched him. I could barely make out his voice, murmuring into the phone.

"They're back?... No, it isn't good...Are you crazy?...No, no, no, don't do that... But the carni... we... get them out of here... Well, yeah... cau... a riot... We just got the others under control... Yeah, whatever, bye." Then he turned back towards me, green eyes angry.

He really did look intimidating. Kind of scary.

"Well, uhm my dad called and he's about to leave with out me, so I gotta go," I rambled for a moment.

"Oh, that's cool. I have to go anyways... Catch you later?" he asked, grinning. His eyes still held anger, and his shoulders were still slightly stiff, but he had loosened up a bit. If only a little.

"Yeah, sure," I told him, and watched as he began to walk away, waving over his shoulder.

Ohmanohmanohman. He really does look good from the back.

Snap out of it D, don't go there.

But he really, really does. Truly.

Oh, yeah, he does. Now your drooling.

I quickly wiped my mouth, and, luckily, Xander, or any other person, was nowhere to see my dog-like behavior.

I hate my conscience.

But I'm so in love.

A/n; Well, I'd like to say that I own these characters. I own every character you see. K? No stealing. At all. Unless you ask to borrow them, then that's cool.

I don't know where I'm going with this story, but if you have any advice, ideas, or just random comments, then please tell me. :)

Have a nice day. And a nice week. And a nice year.