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Well, here's on obvious disclaimer for ya: MBAV isn't mine! But Lizzie, her 'rentals, Kate, Steph and others that you do not recognize are, indeed, all mine. It's a beautious system, I must admit.

Chapter 1: Moving to Whitechapel

Lizzie's POV

"You're kidding…. Right?" I asked my parents incredulously. They were sitting on my bed that I've had forever, and they were looking grim. "Why are we moving? And, and, why to… What was it called again?" I sighed, flustered.

"It's called Whitechapel. We're moving because…. We need a change of scenery." My mom attempted, and I just stared at her. I had lived here, in this house for my entire life, and suddenly we need a change of scenery?

"The thing is… We have so much stuff, that we have to send you ahead. Plus, we need to get your two sisters out of their 'special' schools. So, you'll be staying with your aunt." My dad told me in his no-nonsense tone.

"Wait, since when would that happen?" I asked, honestly confused, flopping down on my bed the moment they got up. My parents ignored me, walking to the door. "And where is Whitechapel? Somewhere in, I don't know, California? Or somewhere closer, in New England?"

My mother paused at the doorway, and signaled my father ahead. "Actually…. It's in Canada. You have a few weeks to pack. Night, honey, love you!" She closed the door and I could hear her footsteps receding.

"Canada? I'm going out of the country?" I shrieked. I screamed in frustration, and then slumped in defeat. From Connecticut to Canada….. This'll be interesting.

It had been almost a month of me putting off packing and moving, but when it came right down to it, I was fooling myself. It would be a few weeks once I got there to get everyone and everything up to the new town.

From what I knew, I was either going to be sleeping in the same room as my 8 year old girl cousin, or my 14 year old boy cousin. Personally, I was hoping for my boy cousin, though, I remember one time when we kissed, before we knew we were cousins. I slightly shuddered, but snapped out of it when I heard the pilot tell us to put on our seatbelts.

I looked out the window at the beautiful scenery, and felt a bit of my resentment fall away. Who knows? Maybe I'll like it here. I was never the most popular. I was always getting picked on for loving Star Wars and Star Trek, and all that, and for my love of the supernatural. I was once completely obsessed with Dusk, but it blew over. Kinda.

The plane landed then, and as I went to the terminal, eyes scanning the entire place, I heard my name being called by my aunt and her husband.

I formed a smile and walked over to them. Instantly, I was pulled into a surprisingly strong hug. "Hello, Lizzie, it's been such a long time! How old are you now?" My aunt asked me.

"Um, 14. Just turned at the end of august."

"Wonderful! You're the same age as Ethan!"

"That's great, hon, but we better get her luggage." Uncle Ross said, pulling his wife back to reality.

A few minutes later, we were on our way to their house on Orchard Lane. When we arrived, they hurried me up into Ethan's room, and they set my luggage down right in front.

"Ethan probably has his best friend Benny over, so they can take care of the rest. I hope you enjoy your time, sweetheart." Aunt Sam said, stroking my dark brown hair. I smiled politely, and they left.

"That was awkward…." I murmured, about to knock on the door when I heard voices.

"Benny, what did you do? You need to reverse it, quick, before your grandma finds out!" I heard a boy caution, which I figured was Ethan.

"C'mon, E! I only did it to attract the ladies!" I heard a different boy pout, which was—you guessed it—Benny.

"And I'm sure it'll back fire. Remember your last love spell?" Love…. What? Spell? Could they…. I eagerly pressed my ear to the door, hoping to extract more information.

"Yes, well, this is fool-proof. Not like that faulty but… Effective spell." Benny emphasized effective in a way that made me want to laugh, roll my eyes, slap him, and kiss him on the cheek, all at the same time.

"Yeah but—" Ethan was saying.

"What are you doing?" I heard someone say behind me. I jumped, startled, and turned around. It was my little cousin, and she had a sort of devious glint in her eyes, which I knew meant she was in for blackmail.

"Um, hi."

"I'm Jane. Who are you?"

"Your cousin, Lizzie."

"Why are you listening in on my brother's conversation?"

"I'm sneaky, like you."

"How do you know that?"

I smirked, and bent down so I could get to her eye level. "You're my cousin, aren't you?" She smiled, and I instantly knew we had a kinship. "And can you not tell Ethan or Benny that I was listening? That'd be helpful."

"What's in it for me?" She replied, and my eyes narrowed.

"Nothing."

"Ethan!" Jane called and I jumped a bit, taken aback by her loud voice.

"Coming!" I heard him yell.

"You were saying?" She asked me, and she had a superior air to her.

"I mean, you could tell him, though I wish you didn't. I mean, I thought it'd be cool messing with him, but—"

"Messing with him?" She asked, intrigued, and I knew I had her hooked.

"Yeah. I heard what they were saying, about spells and such. But, the thing is… I know more about it than you'd think. But he doesn't know that. So, if I just act innocent, we can see him flop around like a fish out of water." Jane was grinning devilishly. Never underestimate a sister.

Jane opened her mouth to say something, but the door opened behind me to a guy about 5'6", with mess brown hair and dark brown eyes. He flicked them from me, to the small little blonde behind me.

"Um, can I help you?" He asked, and I saw another boy, much taller than the previous, with dark hair pointing slightly up, with hazel-green eyes. He was sitting at the desk in front of the computer, and he had a small book in his hands. He had on a striped green polo shirt with regular jeans, while the guy in front of me was wearing a black Metallica shirt, for which I approved.

"Yes, Ethan, this is our cousin, Lizzie. She is amazing!" Jane exclaimed, and then ran off to downstairs. I cocked my head to the side, wondering what that was about, and I turned in time to see Ethan hide his look of dismay.

"Oh, uh, hi Lizzie. What's up?" He asked awkwardly. I glanced at the other boy, Benny who was staring at me. At that moment, he threw the book he had in his hands on the bed and jumped to the door.

I glanced back at Ethan, who was waiting for my reply. "Oh! Um, I'll be rooming with you, so I'll need your help with my bags." I nodded, and bent down to pick up one of them.

"Um… Ok." Ethan said, as Benny whispered something in his ear. He just glared at him, and reached for my backpack.

My eyes widened in panic, and before I could stop myself, I yelled, "Don't touch that one!" Benny and Ethan looked at me like I grew two heads. "Um… It's just that, I have breakables in there, and their contents would get all over my sketch pad and ruin all my drawings." I managed to say. I knew my cheeks were burning, and I knew that was going to happen a lot.

"I'll be careful." Ethan said, still staring at me cautiously, and he reached down to pick up my bag. I bit my lip, hard, and I knew what was going to happen.

The moment that Ethan's hand gripped the strap, he froze, eyes wide open, but glazed over with a white film. I flinched, not meaning to, but Benny was staring at Ethan too much to be noticing me. Ethan came to a moment later, and he gasped, looking anywhere but at me.

"Ethan…?" I managed weakly.

"…Uh, Ethan, he uh, does that sometimes. Just, totally blacks out." Benny lied, and slid past his friend to in front of me. "And, why are we talking about him, when we can talk about us?" I raised an eyebrow at the failed attempt at flirting. Personally, I though it was funny, and cute at the same time.

"Uh, yeah, have fun with that." I smiled, and looked back into the room, where Ethan was piling my bags into a corner. I noticed the huge shelf that took up most of one wall, and my face lifted with glee. "Star Wars!" I rushed past Benny to stare at the collection more. "Oooo, and math trophies! I have some in literature, but not in math. I'm horrible in math, but I love it. Isn't that weird?" I asked, feeling oddly hyper and happy.

"You're into that kinda stuff?" Ethan asked me, surprised, as he sat down on his bed, probably exhausted in moving all of my luggage by himself.

"Me? Oh, I'm a total dork like that." I teased, smiling.

"Dude. She's hot and is into Star Wars? It's a nerd's dream come true!" I heard Benny whisper excitedly to Ethan.

"True." I agreed with them, making them look up guiltily. "Every nerd needs a girlfriend, like every Jedi needs a light-saber." I shrugged.

Before they could reply (or flirt, if we're talking about Benny), a short but stunning girl with beautiful hair, huge eyes, and an amazing body walked through the door.

"Guys, I want some blood so bad right now that—" She was saying when she saw me, and her eyes lit in panic. My heart tightened as well, and quickly my mind went through all things rhyming with blood.

"Huh? Did you say blood? Or stud? I have pretty bad hearing since I'm always listening to my mp3." That wasn't all a lie. I do listen to my music player all the time, but I had great hearing. Unfortunately, stud is the only thing that made sense.

"Uhm… Yeah! Stud. There are no good-looking boys here, these days." She said, looking at Ethan for clarification on who I was.

"Um, Sarah, this is my cousin Lizzie. Lizzie, this is Sarah." He introduced, and then to Sarah, he said, "She'll be staying here for a few weeks."

"Oh, ok. Well, as you know, I'm Sarah, and I baby-sit every Friday." I nodded, taking that info in with a stride. So, from what I've gathered, Sarah is a vampire, but a good one, since it was obvious that the guys knew about her. I glanced at Ethan, and saw that he was staring adoringly at Sarah, whether meaning to or not. I smiled at the romance.

Sarah leaned close to Ethan, and in a hushed tone, asked, "Is there something wrong with Benny? He's really quiet."

"He's just in love with Lizzie, is all." Ethan replied nonchalantly in the same pitch.

"Ah, gotcha." Sarah nodded like it was no big deal. I glanced at the boy who was 'in love with me', and I found he was staring at me.

"Can I…. help you?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah, you can go out with me." He replied boldly. In my side-vision, I saw Ethan and Sarah roll their eyes like this happened all the time, and was waiting for my rejection.

Maybe I won't say no. I thought to myself smugly as I leaned against the shelves. "Hm… Perhaps. But you have to do a little more wooing to get a definite answer out of me." I replied, and he gave me a Cheshire grin. "Well, I suppose you all have stuff to talk about. And I must get going. Take a slight tour of the house, hang with Jane and such. Peace!" I said walking out of the room, knowing that they would eventually talk about me.