A/N: Hello my fellow FanFiction readers. This story is loosely based on a true story, I just added vampires and werewolves.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and it makes me cry at night. Robert Pattinson is mine though Amanda.

Chapter One

Hit The Floor

"Who would you rather do; Dan Akroyd or John Belushi?" Billie rolled over in her giant pile of pillows and blankets to look at me. If anyone but her would have asked me this, I would've been completely disgusted. But it's Billie, so I wasn't.

"Depends, Dan Akroyd now or then?" I pointed to the movie currently playing, Blues Brothers. I tuned in my pile of bedding to stare at her. This is when I was happy, when it was just Billie and I watching a movie on a Friday night and stuffing our faces with popcorn.

"Ew, Dan Akroyd then. He looks funny now...because he's old and all." She wrinkled her nose at the obviously disturbing picture playing in her head.

I rolled my eyes, "Defiantly Dan Akroyd. I have thing for tall, lanky men on a mission from God." I smiled, really smiled. Billie called it her smile because she was the only one who ever saw it.

She let a small sigh and reached for the gummy worms "I hear that."

"Don't bother. I already ate them all. Be faster next time." I got up from the comfort of my blanket and grabbed the popcorn. She would be home soon, fun over.

I heard a disgruntled screech from the living room, "Hey! Bring that back here! I wasn't done!" Too bad, she would be here soon.

"She's going to be here any minute, get the soda and candy wrappers." I poked my head around the corner to make sure she was listening, she was.

She trashed the wrappers and emptied the drinks before turning to face me. "You can spend the night at my house if you want, so you don't have to deal with her. If we leave before she gets home then you won't have to bother asking her." She walked back to the living room to start folding the blankets, I was right behind her.

I was about to agree when I heard a car door slam. She was home. "Too late. Go out the back door, you don't want to see this. I know she's drunk." I threw the remaining blankets on the couch.

I saw the look in her eyes as she started to head for the back door. They were torn, sad. "I'll stay, if you want. Or you can sneak out with me." She already had her shoes on and hand on the door. Can't say I blame her.

"No, I want you to go. I got this. She most likely will pass out or something. Don't worry, I'll call you if it gets bad." SLAM! She was in the house. "Go."

With one last miserable look in my direction she opened the door and escaped into the night. She had no idea how much I wanted to run after her and never look back.

"ANNABELL!" I heard the drunken yell coming from her room. So it was going to be one of those nights. With a cold heart and tensed muscles, I walked into her room prepared for battle.

"ANN- Oh, there you are. Took you long enough." She was in her normal drunken state, disgustingly tight jeans with boots up to the knees. A shiny blue shirt only just reaching below her belly button, exposing the rest of her stomach. It wasn't until I got over her outfit that I took notice to what she was doing.

"Get your shit together, we're leaving this God awful place." She stopped loading the suitcase in front of her to look at me. She stared at me with her makeup -smeared eyes as I processed what she said.

Leaving? No, I couldn't leave, wouldn't leave. She's just drunk and pissed; she'll get over it. She can't really expect me to leave. "Just calm down, you know you don't mean that."

"Don't tell me what to do Annabell and I do mean it. Get your stuff, I don't have all day." I looked in her eyes, which is something I try to avoid at all costs, but I had to know if she was serious. That look was unmistakable, holy crap, she meant it. I will not leave, not with her. I can't leave Billie. "No Kris, I'm not leaving."

"STOP CALLING ME KRIS!!! I'M YOUR MOM!!! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, YOUR GOING!!! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOU SO JUST START PACKING YOUR SHIT!!!" She turned away from me and started throwing more clothes in her suitcase. She wants to scream at me? Well, two can play that game.

"WHEN YOU ACT LIKE A MOM, I'LL CALL YOU MOM. I'M NOT LEAVING BILLIE SO YOU CAN JUST GET THE HELL OVER IT!!!" We would yell like this for a few more minutes then she would throw up and pass out. Never failed.

"That's why you won't go? Because of your creepy little lesbian friend? I thought it would be because of your dad. Well, it doesn't matter either way anyways because your leaving whether you like it or not." This was new; I didn't know how to handle this. She always yelled back, she never calms down, what does this mean? What do I do now? Usually I just yell until she gives up.

"BILLIE IS NOT A LESBIAN!!! I HATE DAD, AND I'M NOT GOING!!!" Old habits diehard I guess.

"Listen hear you ungrateful brat; you're going. End of story. It's not like you have any friends here anyway except that one bitch." She crossed her arms and turned to stare at me.

"I'M UNGRATEFUL?!? All you ever think about is yourself; you've NEVER ONCE done what's best for ME! You've never done anything but HOLD ME BACK and make me clean up YOUR drunken messes. So for once, take a step back from your PITIFUL excuse for a life and think about someone other then YOURSELF!!! A looked her dead in the eye, chest heaving and heart pounding. She just stood there, frozen in shock. I had never yelled at her like that, she was never sober long enough for it to escalate to this.

Her look slowly changed from shock to hurt and then to pure and uncontrollable anger. She took one long stride towards me and before I knew it she in my face. She reeked of vodka.

"I HATE YOU!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs and before I could react she drew her fist back and hit me square in the jaw.

Surprise overtook me and I hit the floor.

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