Hello! I would like to give a short summary before I start this story. Boring as hell I know, but please bare with me:

The Apocalypse happened. Of course, Circle Daybreak won, but not without it's losses. People died. Others lost there soulmates to the evil of the world that in itself didn't need to happen. There are lots of stories about how these soulmates got back to the ones loved. But, one is not quit like all the others. Maybe because of what he was like when he was... well let's not say alive. More alive then dead I suppose, because I'm not sure what to call a vampire. Rashel and Quinn. This is there undying story.

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11 years is a long time. A long time to wait and think of the impossible. A long time to work through life. Work through problems, depression or any other amount of thing that could come up. Some problems just don't let go though. They string up to your heart, squeezing it, never giving up. Some call it hope. Others call it hell.

Rashel Jordan has been waiting that long. She's felt all that, and taken it with the stride only she can have. The stride that only a person who has witnessed such terrible things as their best friend being turned into a monster. Their mother being killed. Losing their heart, because another had it.

She didn't like to think of that night. It started out as an okay day. Better then the last few. The sun actually peeked out a little bit. Some of the others had run outside to get a glimpse of it, before it hid back into the clouds. As if trying to hide away from the horrors that were in store.

"In the past. In the past." Rashel whispered to herself, shaking her head as it if to clear the memories from it.

"If you keep talking to yourself, Thierry's gonna put guards back by your door." A soft, and gentle voice spoke from behind her. She knew who it was without even turning around.

"Well, Mary-Lynnette, if he does he knows what will happen." Same thing that happened with the last guards.

"He didn't take too kindly to that, I remember." Rashels companion said, carefully sitting down on the foot of the bed that Rashel was laying on. Her head sunken into the pillows and blankets covering most every inch of her.

"Well, would you?" Rashel mumbled, and put her hand over her eyes. To keep out the world.

"I'm not sure of anything that I would've done in your situation." Mary-Lynnette mumbled.

Rashel got up and glared at Mary-Lynnette with slightly guarded and cold eyes. "You have no idea what it's like anymore, because you got him back." Rashels voice came out sharper then she had meant it to be.

Ash was behind Mary-Lynnette in less then a second. His hand on her shoulder, trying to pull her back up against his chest.

"Your out of line, Rashel." Ash said, his eyes flashing to a brighter green then that had been a moment before.

Mary-Lynnette just sighed, put her hand over his, squeezed it then let go. She slid herself down the bed until she was sitting next to Rashels head.

"You can remain silent as long as you want, but Rashel your dying in here." She whispered, and narrowed her eyes, "And don't you dare speak to me like that." She grumbled out, jumped off of the bed and straightened her shirt. "You need to get out of here. Go take a vacation. Or a walk, either would work." She mumbled.

Rashel sat up slowly and rubbed a hand over her cheek. It was cold and clammy, because earlier she'd let herself go into a crying fit. Not a pretty thing, when Rashel cries.

"Okay." Rashel whispered, her voice sounding like the wind had been knocked out of her.

"Good." Mary-Lynnette said and then reached out, putting a hand on the sleeve of the black, raggedy shirt Rashel was wearing. "Change too... for this day. Let Quinn's memory stay here." She whispered and turned and left.

Rashel gazed down at the black, mens shirt. It was old, with dirt on it, along with other unnamable things. It had rips and tears in it, the bottom of it so frayed it had strings dropping down to her knees from it. But it was his, and it still smelled like him sometimes. Either that or she could imagine what it had smelled like.

Her heart skipped a beat, when she pulled the black shirt off and sat it carefully on the chair. She reached down and pulled on a pale green t shirt, staring at herself in the mirror for a minute, before she walked calmly down the stairs and to the door of the mansion.

The door seemed heavier then it should have been, pushing it open so that a sliver of light shown on the night shadowed lawn.

Her feet clattered over the sidewalk, and she could feel eyes behind her. Watching from the far windows to the right, as she left the only safe place she'd thought of since the... accident, and ventured into the dark and resolute town.

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It took her about twenty minutes to walk to the cafe on the east side of town. Unlike all the other restaurants in the area, it didn't feature any naked ladies dancing, Hip hop music blaring, or people with there pants so far down they hung by there knees.

She stepped up into the store, and looked around slowly. An older man sat against the far wall, his head down as he read a western book. A young woman, was trying to order her coffee, dressed in scrubs, her hair tied up on her head. Another woman was behind her, both hands holding onto smaller sones, as two children tried to tag each other.

Rashel decided to just get it over with and walked up to the counter, keeping her head down. Along the front of the bar shaped counter, stools sat. She took the one on the farthest right, by the window. Instincts never went away and even though she would end up with a few pieces of glass stuck in her skin, she could make a quick run away if needed.

Even when the waiter came up, his dark shoes only came into her vision because she acted as if she was curious with the menu. She already had her drink picked out, though.

"Hello. My name isJohn and I'll be your server for the day." A soft male voice ran out and Rashel froze in her seat.

YEA :D So I hope you liked it. I'll update as soon as I can! I want this story to be a bit longer then some so I'll pace it out a bit. Keep in mind I am only 15 years old and I haven't had ALL the English classes in the world so I may not have everything correct but I checked through it and got most of my mistakes, but I most likely missed a few.

~Kes 8D