Well guys, after a very long wait, it's finally here. I present to you, the rewrite of The Water Draws Me Close. I think this is much better than the way I had originally written the story. Be sure to review. I want to know what you guys think of this version.

EDIT: Apparently weird things happened with the formatting. I has fixed it.

Chapter 1: Hello, My Name Is...

The night was silent in the small town of Whitechapel. Not a peep was heard from anywhere; not even from the boy that was getting his throat torn into. Then again, it's quite difficult to speak when one literally has someone sucking the life out of him or her. In the dark shadows of an alleyway, a figure drops its prey. As our nameless figure wiped the blood off its mouth, it couldn't help but smile. After all, it had been weeks since it has had a meal this ravishing. It walked out of the alleyway onto the street. As it turned the corner however, the figure was met with a stake through the heart.

"I don't believe we've met. Hello, my name is Megan."

Megan was woken up abruptly by the flight attendant. Her plane had landed. As she walked through the small airport, Megan took a look around her. So this is Canada, eh?, she thought to herself, chuckling at her own wit. She took out her phone and checked the time. 9:13 AM. She walked towards the baggage claim and sighed. Her flight had landed early and she would have to wait on her aunt to pick her up. It was early enough to be waiting about an hour and a half, but late enough to not make a difference if she called to say she was early. Sitting on a bench, she unlocked her phone and pulled up Netflix. Maybe I should watch Buffy more. I like dreaming about being a badass slayer.

Upon the arrival of her aunt, Megan got up and hugged her. The last time they had seen each other was at her father's funeral a couple years ago. It had been even longer since she had seen anyone else from her family. After the Stuart Family Reunion of '02, she, and consequently her mom and dad, had been banned. Not many people on her mother's side talked to them after that. In fact, only her aunt had shown up to her father's funeral. Her cousin, Rory, and Uncle Garrett were going to come as well, but Rory had gotten sick with a bad case of the flu and they had to stay behind in fear of getting everyone else sick.

She and Rory were inseparable when they were younger. Their mothers were very close so they often visited each other. Megan quite enjoyed visiting Rory in his hometown of Whitechapel. It held a stark contrast to her New York home. They would often run around outside in the woods, their imagination running wild with them. Her mind drifted to their various escapades within the town. They would pretend to be power rangers and run around trying to get others to join there. Once, she had even gotten lost and started to cry. She wandered around the town for what seemed like hours at the time, crying. She didn't stop until a boy gave her pizza. It was like at first sight. She chuckled at the silly memory of her first crush. She really missed those times with Rory. The trips to Whitechapel became less frequent when she began her various performing classes. She was determined to make it on to Broadway. Of course, Rory still visited, but after her watching her first musical, she became too busy with rehearsals and training.

Ah yes, she remembered it well. Her parents brought her to watch Mary Poppins as a Christmas present. She was so amazed by it all. Everything on the stage was so full of life. She couldn't help but want to be a part of it. So, when her parents asked her what she thought of the show, her immediate response was, "I'm gonna be there someday". Her parents were hesitant at first, but allowed her to take all the various dance, vocal, and acting classes that she wanted so long as she stayed on top of her school work (after all, she was only nine and may still change her mind about her future career). Determined, she spent all of her waking hours studying and practicing. In her quest to stardom, she had forgotten about Rory. She still saw him, of course. How could she not when he attended the majority of her shows. Looking back, she wished that she had paid a bit more attention to him. Maybe then, she wouldn't be in her current predicament.

It was a three hour drive from the airport in Toronto to Whitechapel. This gave her plenty of time to think and panic internally. What if Rory absolutely despised her? She had just chucked him to the side after all. She didn't think she'd be able to bear living with someone that hated her guts. Even then, did they even have any similar interests anymore? She figured that he wouldn't be quite as interested in her knowledge of all things Broadway, but she did have other things that she liked. Traveling by car in New York was a nightmare. If you were going to go anywhere, it would be by subway. Seeing as how she got sick trying to read on just about any moving vehicle and how breaking out into song and dance on a crowded train was frowned upon by most people, she spent her time travelling watching various videos on YouTube. Knowing she would never have the time to play them with her hectic schedule, she lived vicariously by watching various Let's Plays of games. She had also recently gotten into watching anime. She was essentially a closet nerd of sorts. It wasn't so much of a fact that she was embarrassed or ashamed of being one. It was more along the lines of people she hung around with not being interested in the same things. What if Rory didn't like nerds? What if he had become one of those stereotypical jocks that you'd see in movies and on TV? She probably would have had a panic attack right then and there if not for the ringing pulling her back into reality. Her mom was calling.

"Hey, Mom."

"Hi, Sweetie. Did you already leave the airport?"

"Yeah, Mom. How's the training going?"

"It's going good. Listen, I have to get back. Be good and listen to your aunt."

"Yeah yeah yeah. I got it." A slight moment of hesitation passed before Megan continued, "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetie. I gotta go now. Bye."

"Bye."

A sigh escaped Megan's lips. After realising that she could no longer afford the lifestyle they were currently living, Megan's mother set out to find a new job. She didn't want Megan to have to give up some of her nicer stuff, so she took a job on a cruise ship. It paid very well, allowing Megan to still take any performing arts classes if she wanted to, but the only drawback was that Megan would be living alone. Not wanting to have her daughter come back to an empty house every day, she asked her sister, Vivian, for a favour. Megan would live with Vivian and in return for taking care of her daughter, she would pay for any and all expenses that came with it. She and Megan had talked it out beforehand, of course. There were small studios located in Whitechapel that she could use to continue her Broadway training, so Megan had agreed.

She gazed out the car window, vaguely recognizing the street the car was driving down. After pulling into a driveway, Megan retrieved her bags from the trunk. As her aunt unlocked the door, Megan held her breath. The door slowly opened. Well, here goes nothing, Megan thought as she took a step into the house.