Summary: When Annabellas parents die, she's shipped off to live with her aunt in Texas, and her husband Steve Newlin on the other side of the world. Godric is taken in by the FoTS. When she overhears about a Vampire in the basement she can't help but let her curiosity over rule her. 16 years old and feeling like the world is against her. She has a secret of her own, that not even her family knew. Although she thinks her life is a mess now, its about to get a whole lot messier.

Rating: M
Pairing: Undecided GodricxOC (maybe GodricxOCxEric)

Prologue

It hurt. Every part of my body ached. It was my entire fault that my parents were dead. Car crash is what the police said. It was my sixteenth birthday and they were driving home after dropping me of at a party because I moaned about having to stay in, and since I was bussing it home I didn't want to bus it there. Finally, after much thinking on their part they gave in. If I could go back in time I would. I had no one to look after me here in England, so I was going to be catching a plane from London airport to Texas. The news was broken to me by my neighbour. Right now, I was packing my things away into some suitcases that were given to me by my neighbours, who I stayed with temporarily until Sarah and Steve flew over. They were downstairs at the moment packing away all the photographs. We were going to be selling the house and the money will be going into my bank account.

Moving to the bathroom, I pass a mirror and study myself. My mascara by some miracle had stayed on so I didn't have panda eyes; however, my blue eyes did look a bit red and puffy and my blonde hair that hung to my waist in delicate curls were floppy. My pale skin was also tinged red from all the crying I had been doing. If someone would have told me a month ago that my world would have been turned on its head I wouldn't have believed them. But now that it's happened, well, it's yet to sink in. Even as I saw my parents' coffins being lowered into the ground and people gathering around me with apologies and sympathy in their eyes. In fact, a small bit of hate had built up before guilt took over. I hated to see pity on people's eyes, especially when directed at me.

I took a deep breath and reapplied my lip gloss before flattening down my outfit which consisted off skinny light blue jeans, and a black shirt with a white skull on its front. I loved the shirt; it was what my closest friend Jordan bought me. Ahh, Jordan my only friend who I was close with in England. The girls, I didn't get right too close with as most had a tendency to bitch. I was going to miss my friends though. I had said goodbye to them all yesterday and made sure we all had updated each other's contacts so we could keep in touch even though the time zones were different.

"Annabella, the car is packed we just need your suitcase." I heard Steve yell up the stairs. I quickly hurried up collecting my last bits and bobs before zipping up my suitcase and taking one last look around my room and dragging my case down the stairs.

"Come here, we've got a long flight ahead of us, so we best be getting off now. Don't worry I'm sure you'll love Dallas. Just don't go out at night. You know what they say." Steve said.

"Light is good, night is bad." He says again before tapping my nose. I wrinkle it before following him and sitting in the car, my mind going over my life here. I guess it's goodbye to England and hello to Texas. I take a deep sigh and watch as the house goes out of sight, my phone vibrates with a message from Jordan.

'Text me when you arrive. Hope to see you soon. Already missing u loads.

Love ya. Xx Jordan'

I quickly tap out a reply before switching off the world with my earphones in. Texas, Dallas, here I come.

Chapter 1:

I awoke to the sunlight streaming in through the windows. It was strange to awake to the sun on my skin, after growing up with English weather, never knowing when the sun was going to be shining. The events of the year flooding back to my mind. I am officially on my own now. Well, I have Sarah but I wouldn't say I'm that close with her. I'm 16 years old, just turned in fact, and let's say I had a birthday to remember. Unfortunately, not in the good way. The death of my family left me living with my aunt and her boyfriend Steve Newlin. I had to move half way across the world to Texas, just on the outside of Dallas.

"Anna, wakey, wakey rise and shine." I hear my aunt Sarah say. I look away from the window and move my sheet from my legs. My head was pounding and I raise my hand to touch my beehive so called hair.

"Morning" I say back. My throat sore from crying, no doubt when I look in the mirror my eyes are going to be red. I think I better explain. My family was killed in a car accident a few weeks ago, the police say that the car had swerved and drove off the bridge into the water, and the doors automatic locking system is what prevented them from escaping. My things were still in my suitcase I have yet to unpack them; I guess the events haven't sunk in yet. And honestly, I don't want them too. It was hard to believe that I had lost my mum. She was the only one to fully understand me, and my dad was there to chase away my fears. It was those silly little things that I missed the most.

I stood up and walked towards my suitcase; I opened it up and took out the first thing my hand touched which happened to be a white dress that ended just mid-thigh. Looking at my phone, I realised it was half seven, and I had a message, from my friend back in England. I quickly typed a reply telling him that I had just woken up and everything was okay, before going into the bathroom that was connected to my bedroom. I guess you can say that's a good thing. I like having my own space and at least it wouldn't be awkward.

I turned on the shower setting it to medium before undressing and standing underneath the water. It helped relax my muscles as I felt the water caressing my body. I took a sponge and lathered some body wash before washing myself, and then washing my hair. I was at least 5' and a very proud C cup. My skin was not overly pale, and I had a birthmark on the very inside of my thigh in the shape of a love heart. Mother used to say it was a 'love mark' that I had been graced with a special gift and should treasure it. If only I knew what she meant by such. Sometimes it makes me wonder if Mum did know what I was, however everything always seemed perfectly normal, I just wished I had asked. Getting out I quickly towelled dry before putting on my clothes, making sure my curls were somewhat acceptable and heading out the door.

At 8 I was in the kitchen eating breakfast with Sarah and Steve, my bowl of cereals in front of me. "So, how did you sleep?" Sarah asked trying to make conversation. I wasn't in the mood for talking, but I answered anyway.
"It was okay" Lie "You?" I asked.
Sarah nodded her head and replied "Good, good. What are your plans for today? I'm sorry we can't be with you but you're welcome to drop by the church." She said and turned to Steve.
"Yes, I can show you around if you want. We are planning for something very special to happen soon so I bet you're glad you came." Not really is what I wanted to say to Steve. I was just planning on staying in and unpacking, but it didn't seem like I had much of a choice. Maybe it would be a good idea if I were to get to know the area.
I took a deep breath and replied "I think I will come with you. I might as well look around and see what all the fuss is about" I forced a smile onto my face. No need to ruin the happiness that was on Sarah's face.

Steve took a deep breath at that point and looked at me in the eye. I guess my smile wasn't very convincing.
"Look Annabella, I know that your parents are dead, but we…I'm here if you want to talk about it. Those monsters killed my father, there may be no proof but inside I know they did. So, I understand the pain of losing your parents" He said.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. He sounded just like my therapist from back home.
"Thanks, but I'm okay, I swear. But my parents weren't killed by vampires. They died in a car crash. Both of them did, while coming to pick me up. It's my fault they are dead." I say in a strained voice. His situation is different to mine. He's only lost one of his parents not both. He doesn't understand. My heart aches in my chest.
"Anna, how do we know it wasn't those monsters that killed them? They could have framed it as a…" Steve started before Sarah cut him off.
"Steve, just stop it…please" She says. Putting her hand on my back and rubbing in a circular motion before standing up and taking my dish to the sink.
"Anyway, why don't we get going then? It's absolutely beautiful at the church. You will love it Anna. It's so bright and cheerful." She says, trying to change the conversation.
"Yes, let's get going, Gabe sent me a message saying that we had a visitor last night. And I just can't wait to meet him." Steve says grabbing his jacket. He was wearing beige trousers and white polo top with a yellow jacket that had some strange symbol on its pocket. I slowly stand up from my seat and take the white little bag I grabbed earlier with my phone in onto my shoulder.
"Let's get going." Sarah says before giving me a gentle push to follow Steve outside to the car.

The drive was only short, just under 10 minutes, and as soon as I saw the church my mind went blank…to an extent. The place was massive. It was all white brick work with long windows that almost reached the top. Not quite what I was expecting. It was all very open, and the door was a light beach wood. I opened my door and followed Sarah and Steve up the stairs.
"So, what do you think Anna?" Steve asked me. I looked from the tall building to him.
"It's big." I say. Wonderful right? I know I sound pretty stupid.
"Well come on, don't just stand there follow me in." Steve says as he opens the large door. I walk in after Sarah.
"Gabe." Steve calls out. In walks a fairly large and bulky man. His features were hard and he wore a type of smirk that gave me a shiver down my spine. That was not of the good kind.
"Yes, Steve." He answers.
"Gabe, this is my niece Annabella. Annabella this is Gabe. He's my work partner he helps me train the soldiers of the sun." Steve says to me, as a large smile graces his face.
"Hi," I say to him while giving him a nod of my head.
"Is that a British accent I'm sensing?" Gabe asks the creepy smile and beady eyes focused on me. "Yes, she's staying with us. Her parents were murdered." Steve says straight out. The smile on my face fell. Why can't he just leave the death of my parents alone and they weren't killed, they just died in a car crash; obviously his obsession with vampires' is making him think any accident is vampire related.

My chest tightens and I can feel my eyes begin to fill and my frown deepens. I move away from them to look out the window, in which I can see men dressed in brown shorts and white polo shirts jogging outside. In my side vision I can see Gabe and Steve having a private conversation, while Sarah was giving Steve a strange look. Listening in closely I can hear the faint whispering of Gabe and Steve.
"He just turned up," I heat Gabe say.
"Is he locked up and silvered?" Steve says back.
"Yes. the vampire won't be leaving anytime soon." Gabe replies back. "
Where is he?" Sarah asks.
"Basement." Is the only reply I hear Gabe say. They have a vampire in the basement. A vampire in the basement. Why would they have one? I heard of vampires being kidnapped as apparently their blood was very addicting. Were Steve and Sarah V addicts? I didn't know what to quite make of this knowledge.
Steve and Sarah showed me around the rest of the building, this does not include the basement however which spikes my attention even more. During the tour and the meeting of many people one of which was a boy called Jason Stackhouse, my mind kept on going back to the vampire that was in the basement. I had never met one before, however I just know I needed to go down there. Maybe I could ask Sarah later on. However, it looks unlikely. I'm guess I'm just going to have to be sneaky. On the drive home, excitement set in the pit of my stomach. I won't go tonight, but tomorrow night I will settle my curiosity and the pull inside. I just hope nothing happens.