Reagan- I brush my coppery curls with a brush, and wince as I yank free a snarl. My name is Reagan West, the first and only daughter of Patricia and Carlton West. Being the only daughter, it means I get a lot more attention and material items then other kids. I also live in a pretty large home. Kids think I'm spoiled, but who the hell cares what they think? Oh that's right, me…

I dress in a loose grey tee shirt, black loose capris and an oversized sweatshirt. Guess what color? If you said grey you are correct! You think, being rich I'd want to wear expensive clothing? No, that's being stereotypical. I prefer to stay in my drabulous greys, whites and blacks. They bring out the only real color to me… The color to me, would be my red hair and green eyes. I know, I know. Typical Irish features, but oh well right? To top it all off, I'm short Like I'm 5'1 when I wear heels. I'm often either mistaken for a eleven year old girl, or when I wear my hood up and my head down, a homeless boy. Cute right?

"Reagan, sweetheart time for breakfast"! My mom calls as I'm just finishing pulling my sweatshirt over my head. One minute! I call sweetly. I lift up the bottom of my shirt and sweatshirt, revealing my flat tummy. I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat. I'll just throw it up later…

That last remark must have made you think, hey wait just one minute! Throw it up? Yeah I'm bulimic? Got a problem with that? I don't really, I like throwing up. It gives me a sense of control. I can control whether or not I digest what I put in my mouth. Sounds sick right? I really don't care, if I even told my diary, everybody and their mother would know. My secrets if I confess to even an intimate object, everyone just knows. I really honestly don't know. So anyways I walk downstairs, my mom has breakfast all set out. I'm about to break her heart by doing this. Mom, I'm not that hungry. I'll skip breakfast. My mother's back stiffens. She turns and faces me, her eyes full of concern. She rests her hand on my forehead. "Do you feel alright sweetie? You haven't eaten a square meal in three days, you're paler, and you've lost weight"… She says in a motherly tone. I plaster a fake smile and kiss her cheek. Mom I'm fine. Now I have to go to school. She nods, I run down the main hall, scooping up my back pack that's on the floor and sticking my ear buds of my IPod in my ears. I yank up my hood to cover my face, slip on a pair of black and white skate shoes and leave.

My walk to school can always be defined as something along the lines of God awful. I first have to get past the Black Bullets. My towns gang… They just love to pick on me. I know they don't know I'm a girl, but Jesus Christ they could at least check before the brutal attacks. I pass their alley. "Oh look who it is, our little friend"! They sneer. I turn and face them, well kind of. I keep my head bent down. You know, just shut the hell up you posers! I snap. Oh maybe I went just a little too far. "Ah so the little boy wants to talk to us like that? Alright, Ronnie, Lorenzo get him"! I try to run but my short legs betray me. The grab me from behind the whole time I'm kicking and screaming. No one pays attention…

Ronnie and Lorenzo hold me from behind. "This little disrespectful scumbag, don't weigh nothing"! Ronnie I presume says. Kaleb, the leader walks up to me. "I think it's time to see our little boys face, isn't that right, boys"? Kaleb sneers. I swallow and look down. Kaleb grabs my hood and almost rips it off he throws it back so fast. I swallow nervously as the Black Bullets go silent. "It-It-

It's a chick"! Someone says. Kaleb cups my chin and brings it up to his direction. "No wonder she doesn't weigh anything, she's a little girl"! Kaleb says. I jerk my chin away with ferocity. I'm sixteen you moron! I snarl. Kaleb quits grinning, and raises his hand. I don't flinch as he brings it to my cheek, instead I joker smile and laugh. "This chicks freaking me out, Kaleb"! Lorenzo says, his grip on my arm so ever loosens. Kaleb leans down to my level. "You say you're sixteen and a girl"? Kaleb says. I mix a snot wad up and spit it at him. If I'm going down, might as well have fun with it. Kaleb wipes his cheek. He reaches in his back pocket, for a pocket knife I presume? I cock my head, my curls fall with me. C'mon Kaleb! I dare you! Stab me. Kill me, end my miserable life! I say this while laughing. I really am pathetic, aren't I?

Kaleb- This girl… She's crazy. There's no fear in her eyes. Her dark green dare me eyes that have gold and brown flecks in them… I reach in my pocket. "A pocket knife I presume"? She tilts her head and her eyes flash with danger and hatred. ". C'mon Kaleb! I dare you! Stab me. Kill me, end my miserable life"! She's taunting me; she's testing, teasing me to see if I'll kill her. My fingers curl around the handle of my knife. Am I really going to kill this beautiful girl? I wonder to myself. I draw it out slowly, her eyes focus on the glint of the metal from the early morning sunlight. I bounce the blade in the palm of my hand. Perhaps were all crazy my beauty, I'm eighteen years old and I've killed more people then you have freckles on your nose, my rose.

The girls unwavering gaze darkens. "I have exactly three freckles, so I'm guessing you have killed more than that. I also say quit calling me your beauty, or your rose! I'm nobodies anything got it pal"? The girl snaps. Again with the no fear, it both attracts me and alarms me. I lean forward to her, the tips of our noses touch. I like this strength you have, tell me your name, sweet flower. I ask in my silky smooth voice. The girl juts out her chin. "Never"! I look her over and see a gold chain around her neck. I use my blade to lift it out of her shirt. She stiffens a little bit, other than that she holds her ground. On the charm written in cursive is Reagan. I look at her and smile. Boys, we got ourselves a celebrity here. I'd like to introduce you to, the lovely Reagan West.

She tilts her face to the sky like she's proud to be a West. I've decided I like this girl. I touch her face with my fingertips. She turns her icy green eyes to me. "I swear to God, if you stick your grubby fingers by my mouth, I'll bite them off"! I smile and take my hand from her face. Boys, let her go. It's not fair, she's so small and she wouldn't hurt us.

Reagan- Ronnie and Lorenzo let me go. The moment they do, I turn on my heel in their direction. They're at least two or three feet taller than I am. I don't care though. I stomp their toes as hard as I can with my foot, then I turn to Kaleb. He smirks at me. I step towards him, anger builds up in my chest. I take a swing and nail him hard in the side of the face.

Instead of the teasing flirty look he's been giving me, he looks mad as hell. "Did you just him me"? He snarls. I look at him. "You dared me to kill you? Well I accept your challenge. I'll kill you in a classy way. When you least expect it. My little Rae-gun, now on you goes. Head to school and learn. Just wait to die, wait to die"…

Damon- I watch her from above. I wish I could leap down and take her away from those undeserving humans. Her strength burns like an everlasting flame. I shut my eyes as he threatens my Reagan's life… She doesn't say anything. Though she trembles in either fear or rage… I sank back into the shadows with dark, angst and hatred for the humans holding her.

Reagan- When I get home from school, I instantly go up the several flights of rounded stairs in the middle of the house. My hand trails along the rich wood of the railing. After the last of the stairs, my bedroom door is visible. I walk inside, though something seems off. The air seems sinister, and there's a strangely odd scent lurking in the air. I brush it off and walk into my bedroom.

Mom and Dad are at dinner, so I'll have the house to myself to like elven. I stand in the hot water of my shower and tilt my head back into the hot streaming water and try to wash the chills and fears I have, down the drain. Would the Black Bullets really come for me? I mean it was no secret where I lived… Though was Kaleb really that cold hearted? I laughed out loud to myself. Of course he was! He's the leader of a gang! He had spilled enough blood to make a moat!