Hey Y'all! Well, I decided to write a story about My Babysitter's a Vampire cause I thought it was a pretty cool show! Hope you like it!

XOXO -Dragonfly

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own My Babysitter's a Vampire!

Christiana's POV

I glared at my "sister's" as they burst through my bedroom doors, wearing my favorite black jacket. "What're you girls doing!" I said groggily staring at 15-year old twins.

"Mom said that she wanted to have a discussion with us all." Chelsea said with one arm in the jacket, wearing her mother's white, 9-inch stiletto's, seeing if she could wear 9-inches.

"Yeah, and told us to come get you." Annamarie said having one arm through the other sleeve in my jacket and trying to steady her twin.

"And you girls are wearing my jacket, why?" I said getting up and brushing off my plain black shirt and green and blue plaid shorts. I stomping over to them, taking it off them.

We were interrupted by our mother calling us down. "Twins! Did you get Christiana up?" She yelled from the bottom floor of the mansion.

"Yes!" They yelled and scrambled downstairs to get breakfast.

I sighed and went to my closet. I grabbed a black and red striped tank top, gray skinny jeans and black and white checkered converse.

I went to the bathroom and took a quick 5-minute shower. I looked in the mirror and blow-dried my dark brown hair and applied mascara to my eyelashes. I flickered my turquoise eyes.

"Chris! You're taking forever!" Screamed my red-headed sisters Annamarie and Chelsea.

"Shut the hell up twins!" I screamed and started down the stairs.

"Finally!" They said in unison and then each took a bite of their breakfast.

I rolled my eyes and went to the fridge to get orange juice and milk. "So what did you want mom?" I asked pouring cereal into a bowl and drowning it with milk.

"Well," The black-haired lady said coming over to us to sit in the huge dining room. "Mr. Johnson and I."

Oh dear, I thought to myself, knowing that whenever she said 'Mr. Johnson and I' it would be bad news.

"I don't need you calling yourselves by last name." I said to her knowing that she directed it to me, considering I was the only one here, not biologically related.

"Anyways," She said waving her hand. "We got a promotion and we're moving to a town called Whitechapel. You'll go to school at a school called Whitechapel high and meet many people.

"Wow, first my father leaves when I'm born, my mother dies in a car crash, I get adopted and finally make lots a friends and we're moving all of a sudden!" I said standing up spilling some cereal. "Just great!" I said and stomped towards the stairs.

"Christiana Jean Johnson!" My mother said standing up. "You will come back here and listen to me." She said glaring at me.

"I'm not a Johnson! And I never will be!" I said turning around my turquoise eyes blazing and trying to hold back my tears.

"Christiana, I understand your grief." She said coming over to me and putting a hand on my shoulder.

I sighed and settled down. "When are we leaving?" I asked looking at her.

We leave in 3 days so," She said and I nodded and started up stairs to go pack.

"Girls, why don't you go help your sister. And no biting." She said sternly and pointed a finger at them.

"We promise." They said together and smiled, their brown eyes turning yellow and fangs coming out.

Hehe! How'd you like that! Don't worry, the twins may be a pain in the ass, but they don't lie. And Christiana's got a little secret too by the way. xD