Wow, my second fanfic, and my first still in progress. Well, when and idea gets in your head, it usually runs over the first until you can get it on paper. This is the only story I've ever done that didn't start out as a rough draft on paper with a pencil, so I haven't gone back to add anything like details, etc. like I normally would. Well, what you see is what you get, so I hope you like it!

CH. 1- Little Therona

Camdyn finished pricking her finger and looked down at the tiny machine for the result. The screen showed an 89, a good number. Camdyn put away the monitor in her purse and dropped the small, bloodied test strip into the trash can. She stepped away from the wall she'd been standing against and out into the sun.

The light glinted off her long, wavy brown hair. Her blue eyes shone with the happiness that seemed to radiate from her every day. She was alive for another day, she thought, and she was ready to tackle it. Books resting on her hip, she set out for her first class.

This was the first year her mother had allowed her to go to school. She'd been home schooled since she was able to be in school. Camdyn had finally convinced her mother that she would be able to take care of herself and control her diabetes while she was away from home. Her mother had to be poked and prodded a lot, but her father was on her side and helped her convince her mother that a bit of independence would do Carwyn a whole lot of good. It had taken a few days to find some people she could be friends with, but once the school population had gotten used to her ways, they'd seemed to accept her with wide open arms. She'd only been there two weeks, but she had plenty of friends and often spent her lunch times and periods between classes laughing with them.

Her first class of the day was College Algebra and Trig., a class she was pretty good at since her mother was a math teacher at another high school and taught the same thing (her dad had helped her weasel into a school her mother didn't teach at, all a part of the independence thing). Carwyn went to her locker and gathered up her calculator and her math notebook. The school was Gavilan View High School, and it was an open campus. Rows of classrooms stood with their metal doors to the elements, but almost nobody minded. On good days a teacher could leave the door open, and that's exactly what her math teacher did this day.

"Okay class, open your notebooks to a clean page and we'll get started on chapter six," her teacher, Mrs. Carasoni, said.

Camdyn wrote notes as Mrs. Carasoni scribbled on the bored. Everyone in the class looked up as someone entered the door.

"Alden, class started ten minutes ago. Could you at least try to show up on time once in your life? I mean, you've missed a whole week!" Her teacher scolded.

Alden looked at Mrs. Carasoni with golden eyes, through long, dark lashes. His pale face looked beautiful as he smiled at her and responded, "Mrs. Carasoni, it is wonderful to see you, too. Jackson took sick, is all. I am sorry I caused an inconvenience." Jackson was Alden's sickly brother. He was the same age, but he didn't come to school often, and it seemed he drug himself out of bed only on the worst days— what was the point of that?

"Oh, go sit down. We're starting chapter six today." Alden was Mrs. Carasoni's best student, so she let most things slide when he was concerned.

Alden walked towards his seat. This was the first time Camdyn was able to see him up close. His dark brown hair fell around his face, almost like a lion's mane. He had long eyes and a defined nose, and his lips curved softly, almost cherub-like, but more sexy and manly. He was tall, and he wore nice clothes most of the time. Today he wore a mahogany, long-sleeve shirt that opened up a little ways, enough to be comfortable but not enough to land him in trouble for the dress code, and a pair of black jeans that fit him well.

She stared as he moved towards his seat in front of her, and his eyes shot up to stare back into hers. His gold eyes burned into Camdyn's blue ones, and she blushed and looked away, embarrassed she got caught, but he continued to stare at her. Her face warmed beneath his gaze, but it was thankfully broken as he sat in his seat and turned towards the front. He lounged in his seat, looking calm, but Camdyn could feel the tension between them. She could barely pay attention enough to write down a few spare notes.

The bell rang and she gathered up her stuff fairly quickly. Camdyn could feel Alden glaring at her back as she left the classroom. Once outside, under the heat of the sun, she felt better. One of her new friends, Jane, joined her as she walked. They laughed and talked about how Jane's little brothers got in trouble yesterday for fighting over a fluff ball from the dryer.

"Hey Camdyn, are you gonna go to the spring dance?" Jane asked.

"No, I don't think so. Mom's already uptight about me spending the day away from home that I doubt I'll be able to do anything during the night."

"Why's she so protective of you?" Jane queried.

"It's because of my diabetes. If I'm not careful, I could have an attack. Her heart's in the right place, Jane. She's just trying to keep me safe and be the best mother she can." Camdyn answered.

"Ok, well, if you want to go, you have two weeks to try and convince her, ok?" Jane started to leave towards her next class.

"I'll try," Camdyn called after her.

Camdyn turned around to walk towards her own class and made it before the bell rang. Again, she had Alden in her class. His look implied death, but his stance was again comfortable. It was like he dared her to do something, to try and do anything. She was glad her seat was across the room from him this time; it made it a bit easier for her to concentrate on the teacher.

"¿Como están, clase?"

"Bien, Señora," the class answered.

"Bien, bien. Saquen una hoja de papel, por favor."

The class passed by quickly, since Camdyn enjoyed Spanish and forgot all about Alden, except when he was called on to give an answer. His Spanish was very good, but she got the feeling he knew more than he was letting on, that the mistakes he made were on purpose.

Camdyn had to suffer through one more class with him—how come she hadn't known he was in her classes in the first place, had she been sleeping?—but she had a free class away from him before lunch. She was glad he wasn't in her art class; she couldn't draw if she felt uptight.

The lunch bell rang and classes emptied of students and teachers, both starving and ready to eat. Camdyn went through the school store to buy some Ramen noodles, one of her favorite packaged foods, and used the microwaves the school store provided to make it hot. She walked out to the main courtyard, and sat down with her friends at their usual spot, under the shade of a large tree.

"Hey Camdyn!" they called.

"Hey guys! What's up?"

"Jane here's just trying to get everyone to go to the dance," David pointed over his shoulder.

Camdyn laughed, "She tried to get me to go too."

"I don't see what the big deal is," Ariel added, "It's only a dance."

They laughed and talked all lunch, and Camdyn checked her blood sugar again. The insulin shot she took this morning was working, the number was only a little bit higher, but still normal. Camdyn had two more classes with Alden and his death glare and two by herself before school ended.

Camdyn made it home by bus and had a peanut butter sandwich to keep her blood sugar level, and went up to her room to start on her homework. Both her mom and her dad were still at work, and would be for another hour. Camdyn walked into her room and screamed. There on her bed was Alden, sitting against the wall with one leg straight out and one bent, and his arms behind his head. He smiled cruelly at her and stood up.

Alden walked over to her and pinned her against the shut door, "Who do you think you are? Coming into my school, my province, and trying to catch a vampire like me? And you are barely even sixteen. Did the Theron think they could outwit a vampire with a mere kid?"

"What?" Camdyn's mouth dried up, "What in the world are you talking about?"

"Oh, do not play innocent. You were sent her to try and kill me, were you not, you little Therona? You come around here smelling like blood to lure me into a trap. Well, looks like you were not expecting me here yet, because no one is here to save you when I kill you. Was that it? You lure me into this house and then the Therons would destroy me? How much did they pay you?" He breathed down her neck as he bent over it.

"Please, I have no clue what you're talking about!"

"Do not lie!" He smashed his fist into the door, inches away from her face. The door buckled, and the outline of his hand was imbedded into the heavy door. His teeth flashed in anger, and his fangs showed through his curled lips, "Liars deserve death without mercy, they are worse than scum!"

"I'm telling you the truth!" Camdyn had her hands over her head in an innate form of protection.

Alden looked into her eyes, burning into them, trying to find the truth. Then his black eyes changed into shock, and then internal anger as he realized she told the truth.

"Shit!" He cursed himself. He turned from her, his hand behind his neck, and walked across the room. He turned back to point at her, "You stay away from me. I do not care what you are. Innocent or not, I will kill you the next time I see you."

"What?" Camdyn was still confused.

Alden made for the window, but Camdyn called out, "No, wait!"

He ignored her and set his foot upon the window sill.

"Please?" she whispered.

Alden froze. He stayed like that for so long she thought he was waiting for her to say something, but he pulled his foot out of the window, turned, and walked back to her.

"I could kill you, you know that?" His eyes were softer now, almost pitiful.

Camdyn nodded.

"And yet you ask me to stay?"

She nodded again.

"Do you know what I am?" He laid his cold hand upon her cheek. It felt like an ice pack had just been set against her cheek.

Camdyn nodded, glancing at his mouth before looking down at her foot.

"I am a monster, that is what I am. I am a monster!" Alden turned away, "I come in here scaring an innocent girl because I actually think she is trying to kill me, and I threaten to kill her! Who the hell do I think I am?" His brows scrunched in frustration, and he rested his forehead on his fist.

Camdyn put her hand on his shoulder, and he stiffened.

Over his shoulder he said, "Do not get too close to me," and he was gone.

So that's the first chappy done! If you all want to see what Alden looks like, just go to

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Long link, I know, but he's sexy, ain't he? Anyway, a few things to explain. Alden means "old friend" in Greek, so that's where his name came from (because, of course he's really old, and I thought the friend part was kind of ?coincidental?, being as he could kill any friend he had if he didn't watch himself). I'm modeling Camdyn off of my friend, Camdyn, except I am sure I don't have the personality right. Camdyn's a REALLY nice person, there is barely anyone who doesn't like her, but I have to use whatever personality works for the story, so Camdyn, if you're reading this, I know it's not you, but we still love you anyway!