This is a story of my own creation. I've actually been working on it for a while, long before I started to read Twilight fanfictions, but a little after reading Twilight. My vampires, vamps, are a lot different than the Cullens, and the other vampires of Stephanie Meyer. I could never live up to Ms. Meyer's story, and I don't expect to. All the characters in this story, it's plot, and everything is MINE. Please review.

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Sephora

Chassidy North sat in her English class, staring out the window. Mr. Cobsin was droning on about the theme of 'Hamlet'. Chassidy had tuned him out twenty minutes before; five minutes into the class. She was thinking about Friday.

The day her life in a city outside Boston would end, and her life in a small hicksville New Hampshire town would begin.

"Chassidy, will you please pay attention to the class?" It was two periods later, right before lunch, and Mrs. Catalan, the history teacher pulled her from yet another daydream.

"Sorry Mrs. Catalan. It's hard to pay attention with all that's going on right now."

"I don't care if you're leaving on Friday, Miss North. You still want to pay attention."

Chassidy tried to pay attention, but the sun in the window kept playing tricks on her eyes. She was seeing the shadowy figure from her dreams.

But he can't be here. Can he? She thought to herself. He's just a figure of my imagination, right?

In Chassidy's dreams, the shadowy figure tried to get her to talk to him. But why would he want her? He was getting more and more desperate each night. As if her needed to talk to her before she moved.

The shadow moved closer, and Chassidy saw it was just the janitor. You're so paranoid, Chass.

But then, the loud speaker crackled.

"Mrs. Catalan, can you please send Chassidy North to the office?" The secretary's dry voice called out.

"Sure."

"Thanks." The loudspeaker let out an annoying buzz for three seconds before the classroom was left in silence.

"Well, Chassidy, I guess you're excused from our World War I speech today. The class only has a bit left, why don't you just take all your stuff with you."

"Yes Mrs. Catalan." Chassidy smiled at the old history teacher. She picked up her stuff, and threw the light bag over her shoulder.

Chassidy walked out of the class and to the office.

I didn't do anything. She kept thinking as she got closer to the glass office doors. With a deep breath, she pushed one open and got inside.

"Chassidy, hi. You're brother's waiting for you in the conference room. He said he has some very important news."

"My…my brother?" Chassidy was confused. Her brother moved to Italy six years before, before thing went bad and Chassidy moved to Carsdale.

"Yes. A very nice boy, he is. Tall, nice dark hair. Skins is bit paler then yours. But his eyes were a misty gray, nothing like your green ones."

"He's got dad's eyes. I've got mom's." This was true, but her real brother and father's eyes were a deep, dark blue, not gray. "Through there, Ms. Foncho?"

"Yes, yes. I told him if it was that important, he could dismiss you. But her refused. Said it'd be better for you to stay in school. Now, go on my dear. Don't want your brother to keep waiting." Chassidy took a deep breath as she reached for the door handle. She didn't know who was posing as her brother, but if he didn't want to take her our of her school, she figured he was safe.

Or trying to act safe. She pushed the door open, mostly because she felt Old Foncho's eyes watching her.

It took all she had to get herself actually in the room and close the door behind her. It took even more to close the distance between her and the table. Without looking at the poser, she sat down across from him, plopping her bag at her feet.