Tada! Here is my new story, I'm hoping to make this one more eventful so I hope you enjoy!

No, Sara is not going to be a shape shifter/werewolf, nor will she be she a vampire, so for all of you who think this is just going to be another one of those "a new vampire in Forks?!" story, guess again!

I carefully park my large truck in the school parking lot, ready for another day as a senior at Forks high school. My day began like all the others; I woke up, got ready for the day, and headed over here. But today was going to be a slow day. The sun was shining brightly though the Forks forest and the sky was almost completely clear of clouds. Today would be a great day to hang out at the beach, but, for a vampire, it was imprisonment. The Cullen's would have to hide in the safety of their secluded house until the overcast settled in over Forks. But, until then, I would be alone at school. My friends will let me sit with them at the lunch table, but they weren't who I wanted to spend my day with right now.

I got out of my red truck and removed my bag from the trunk. Tyler and Mike waved me over from across the parking lot where Jessica, Angela, Lauren, Ben, and the two of them were grouped together. I walked over, waving back with a little smile. Lauren gave me a dirty look. She still didn't like me for some unknown reason.

"Hey Bella!" Mike said as I reached the group. I got a few hugs before everyone went back to talking again.

They talked about graduation, which was only a few months away, and Final's which were even closer. I stood between Jessica and Mike, who had recently broken up.

"'Guess you can't hang with your boyfriend today. I'm sorry." Angela said softly to me from across the circle of people. I smiled warmly at her, but I know it didn't reach my eyes.

"Don't be sorry, Ang. I'll live." I said while cocking my head to the side. Eric had his arm tightly around Angela's waist while he talked to Mike about a movie they had recently seen. My smile was genuine when I give her a thumbs up. Her face turned a light pink and I did almost the same thing for making her.

A lot of students were dressed in shorts and T-shirts, but nothing you would be wearing in Arizona at this time of year. It was only in the low sixty's and there was still a strong wind blowing through the area. I had a pair of jeans, a long sleeve shirt and flats on and I still got chilled every once and a while. A few people were bathing in the light, while others ran around and practiced various sports. The grass was still wet with the morning dew, so my shoes were slightly wet on the bottoms.

I was too busy observing what was going on around me to notice that someone was calling my name from across our huddle of friends. I quickly turned my head to find who it was, only to see that everyone started giggling at me. I look around to see what happened, but found nothing out of the ordinary. Then I saw Lauren's smug smile and blush.

"Are you day dreaming about Cullen again?" She asked. The group laughed again and I dropped my face to let my hair cover my bright red complexion. I saw Tyler frown at her and that made the smug smile disappear. I smiled a little for that.

"Wow… looks like Cullen got a new car." Mike said with an astonished face.

At the mention of his name I involuntarily spun around to see where he was, but when the realization that he wouldn't be here today settled in my face fell. As I looked around the parking lot I saw what Mike was talking about. A sleek looking black car was pulling into the school in search of a parking spot. The car looked very expensive. The kind that, in Forks, could only be found in Edward garage.

The windows were tinted the darkest shade of black I had ever seen on a car window. I wondered if that was even legal or if the person inside could see out of it. It very much could have been Edward or one of the Cullens' but they wouldn't be seen outside on such a sunny day, would they?

No, they couldn't. And the car was moving way to calm and smooth for there to be an emergency, so I must not have been Edward.

But who could possibly own a car like that in Forks. It was the most exciting thing ever when Rose brought her shiny red car into school. But this car looked better than even hers. And way more expensive.

Already crowds of people were huddling around it to see who was the owner of the incredible new car.

"That's a Lamborghini Revolution. Those things cost over 1.5 million dollars!" I could swear Mike was about to faint. He said it like he could die a happy man now.

I could see why everyone liked it. It was shiny, well cut, and it looked fast. I could see Edward in one, driving at unimaginable speeds. I smiled at that thought.

Tyler, Ben, Mike, and Lauren all ran over to the car. It had found a parking spot close to the school and the engine had just been cut off. People were surrounding all ends of the car, making it almost impossible for the person to get out, but they still managed to open the door.

The doors didn't open like normal ones, the opened up, like wings. The crowed of people were loud and trying to get a view, but as if a bomb went off, everyone went silent. No one spoke a word as the owner stepped out and shuffled through the mesh of people. The doors closed automatically, but I still couldn't see who it was.

It must have been some guy who needed to pick up some papers from the school. Maybe it was a business man or someone who needed to get in and out quickly. Whoever it was, they made everyone go dead silent. People weren't even whispering.

Then I saw them. I completely understood why everyone stopped, dead in silence. It was not a rich business man, or some person that looked to only be stopping by for a few minutes. No, they were far from what I expected.

She was not what I would have even tried to think of. She was not a part of our school, she did not live in Forks or La push as far as I knew, and she didn't look like she belonged here. And the most shocking thing was… she was wearing a bag, and carrying transfer papers for forks high school.

As I walked to first hour, I noticed that all of my friends were talking about her. She had walked straight into the office with the papers, and walked straight out, with a pink slip that had a list of classes scripted all over it. She had walked right into my first class and not come out, so I was eagerly hoping that she would still be there. Not a single student on campus knew her name or what she was doing here, but everyone got the general idea.

But, how someone could mysteriously appear in forks without anyone knowing was a key factor that her appearance here wasn't planned. No one else had mentioned the fact that she was literally coming out of nowhere and taking refuge in our small town. Someone would have known she was coming or she was visiting. Someone would have told.

There was something off about her, the way she walked had an almost predatorily edge to it. The way each muscle was bunched, ready to spring into action if it was called for. The way she glanced in every direction, in search of something that wasn't there. The way she didn't purposely make eye contact unless it was to warn them off. She seemed odd, but I was strangely comfortable with it.

While others squirmed and started to back away, I looked calmly at her and continued on with whatever I was doing, like it was what I was used to seeing every day.

I had gotten a good look at her. She was beautiful in both the normal way and an exotic way. Her skin was a warm olive color that wasn't maintained by tanning by the beach for hours, but rather by birth. She was taller, but still not in a way that made her stick out. She was only about four inches taller than me. Her face was shaped in the most perfect of ways, with sharp angles, but soft corners. Like the famous Michelangelo had sculpted it himself. She had a clear complexion that was perfect in every way; it complemented her skin tone nicely and added a bit of flare. Light brown layers of perfectly highlighted hair framed her face and flowed to her forearm. The highlights were natural and evenly spread to each layer, giving her face a bright feel. Her lips were large, but not too heavy, and turned up naturally in the corners, also giving her face a soft and flattering look. Her figure was lean and sculpted, almost like Leah's, but she wasn't as… strength enhanced. Her muscles were nicely defined, but, under her thin T-shirt, were barely noticeable.

What really stood out were her piercing green eyes, which faded into an almost yellowish color on the outer pupal and thick rimmed eye lashes that bordered her eyes like a heavy coat of eye liner and fanned out in utter perfection. They were always locked on a certain target that no one but her seemed to be able to see. They darted from place to place, never staying in the same spot as she threw glances over her shoulder. Most of the glances were unnoticeable, but sometimes a shocked expression would cross her face and her pace would quicken. But as soon as it comes, it leaves and she keeps going back to simply look around.

She had weird habits that I was starting to pick up on. She always had a bit of an uneasy hop in her step, like she was trying to get somewhere in a hurry. She wouldn't talk to any of the people who had come up to her and tried to introduce their selves, she just pretended they weren't there and kept on moving without a second glance. When she wasn't nervously looking around, she was staring off in the distance with this only half-there expression that made her look as if she way day dreaming, but as soon as someone would cross her path, she was back to glancing around. I couldn't explain it, but people were afraid of her. Well, not afraid… more aware, I should say. People were more hesitant to approach her, some would purposely go out of their way to avoid her. She gave off this chilling aura that warned people to stay away.

Just like The Cullens.

Just like all vampires.

But she wasn't a vampire, I was sure of that. When the sun hit her skin, no light reflected off or gleamed. She was not pale or sickly looking, nor did she have the feel that I got from the Cullens. Her teeth were bleach white and, it has yet to happen, but if she were to smile it would no doubt dazzle whoever it was that was to look at her.

When I entered my first hour class, she was sitting at a secluded desk in the back of the classroom. She had a tattered copy of Hamlet in her hands, her eyes darted across the page for about ten seconds before she turned the page and started to read again. Angela followed in behind me, seeing her she tensed up.

No one reacted normally to her.

We took our seats in the front of the class and took out our things for today's lesson, but I knew that no one would be paying attention to what the teacher had to say. Ever mind would be occupied on the strange girl who was deserted in her own area, reading a classic that wasn't even assigned, and not saying a word to any of the school.

I looked over my shoulder to see her. She looked lonely and sad, like she didn't really want to be here. She came in the middle of the semester, to a small town, with no friends as far as I could see. I understood how she felt; alone, scared, awkward, and most of all, unwanted. She felt like the outsider, the one that didn't belong and never could.

I felt sorry for her, but she wasn't letting anyone in. She was purposely going out of her way to make it so that no one could welcome her. I saw a few people walk up and try to introduce themselves, but she paid no attention to them. She must want to be alone.

The room started to file with people and each one of them jumped a little at the site of the girl in the back of the room, but not once did she look up from her book even though some people made it more than obvious of their shock. She kept her face composed and took even, deep breaths that seemed to echo through the room. Many kids had finally started to whisper and, but no one said an actual word loud enough for anyone, but the person they were speaking to, to hear.

"Okay, everyone take your seats." The teacher said as he started to open his book.

The kids all took their seats and Mr. Banner didn't say a word about the new girl who sat quietly, listening to the lesson, digesting each word he said like it was the most vital information there was. She had a pen in her hand scribble across the page multiple times before she would look up and start to listen again.

Everyone just stared at her, like she was a different species or something. She diffidently didn't look like the type of person who actually came to school to learn, but the way she was taking every part of the lesson lead me to believe that she was.

"She looks lonely," Angela whispered with a small frown. "I feel bad for her."

"Me too, and everyone's talking about her like she's some unknown species. They have no right, they don't even know her." I said with a great deal of spite.

Angela nodded in agreement and continued to try listening to the teacher.

I could hear the group of guys behind me's conversation. I listened in, not having anything better to do.

"What's her name?" Allen, one of the start foot ball players asked.

"I have no idea, but I'm going to find out. Cover me." Bret, another star player, said in a mischievous way.

He flipped his pencil to the back of the class, to the right of the girl's chair. She paid no attention to the action, even though it should have been easy to sense that it was happening. Bret got out of his seat with a quick motion and got to the side of her desk. She didn't even look up from her paper when he was looming over her. He bent down to pick up the piece of wood when he "accidentally" knocked some of her papers to the floor.

She didn't react what so ever. She kept her eyes locked on the notebook she was fiercely scribbling on, her straight hair hanging in front of her eyes.

Bret bent down and started to gather up the papers when he "coincidentally" came across something that seemed of interest.

Bret cleared his throat before he started talking to her. "Sorry, Sar-"

She immediately looked over to him, wide eyed and shocked, before ripping the papers from his hands, cutting him off as he tried to read her full name. She glared at him with her exotic eyes, which at this point, looked like daggers aimed towards his chest, and whispered six words that made another bomb go off in the room.

"Stay the hell away from me." Her voice was sadistic and territorial. Acid leaked from every syllable.

Bret backed away from the assault while every last person stared in awe at what had just taken place. I even found myself starring, jaw slackened, at her. She collected her things and quickly shoved her things into her bag that lay at the foot of her desk, before walking to the door in an angry rush. As soon as she was up the bell rang, but no one moved. Every one stayed in one place, replaying what had just happened like she had just told Bret the meaning of life.

I got up and stubbornly walked to the door without any eyes following me on the way out, but then again, no one could move. Even Angela looked to be in a shocked state, and that is what really put me on edge. She had just successfully made Angela, the one who never gave into gossip or judged anyone without getting to know them first, fall into silence and drift off. I frowned at the sight, but other than that, forgot it ever happened.

I walked quickly through the people crowding the hallways to go get my things from my locker and put away the stuff I already had in my hands when I spotted here again. She was exchanging books from her locker which just so happened to be four down from mine. She had a distressed look on her face and her movements were swift as if being in this busy space was uncomfortable for her. She also looked sad, like she had just done something she shouldn't have.

I immediately felt guilty for the things I thought earlier of her, she hadn't meant to do what she did. I could plainly read it on her face. I wanted so much to go over there and say hello, to give her one friend since everyone else was either avoiding her or not the people she wanted to be friends with, but my fear of rejection kept me in place. I was too much of a coward to pick my feet up and go to her side.

She slammed her locker door hard before her sorry eyes met mine. It was a quick glance, but it was the first real look she had given anyone yet. But, she turned away quickly and started off to her next class without so much as a second look to me or anyone in the masses of students that were filing into the hall.

I went to my locker and got what I needed for the next three classes, since after that I would be going to lunch and it would be easier to switch books out that way. I then started, in the same direction as the new girl, to my second hour class.

The next three hours were just like the first; all the kids talked about the new girls arrival- not a single person has yet to catch her name-, a few dumb guys tried to flirt with her or discover her name, only to be left like Bret, and she remained silent throughout classes.

I had my first four hours with her, which was kind of awkward, seeing as no one else had as many classes with her, and I was the only one she would occasionally look at. She kept looking up at me from her seat or from across the hall with a questioning expression. She looked almost confused or surprised, but as soon as I caught her, she would look down and pretend it had never happened, but I knew she was doing it.

I felt special in away, to know that I was the only person she had given a care about, but at the same time a little weird. I was the only person she would properly look in the eye, but she refused to make any other eye contact. I felt a little self-conscious about it.

Was there something wrong with me that she just thought was interesting or freaky? Was I one of those people that were so strange that you just couldn't bare to look away? Did I remind her of someone she knew?

Either way, I do not like being the center of anyone's attention and that's what she made me feel like.

An outcast.

Some strange thing that had to be explored, but at the same time as far away from you as possible. Was that why she was observing me from a distance?

Whatever the reason, I didn't know if I should like it or hate it.

I met up with some of my friends outside the cafeteria. The guys, Tyler, Ben, Eric, and Mike, went straight to get their trays and pile food on them, while the girls, Angela, Jessica, Lauren, and me, went to find a table. We each grabbed a seat at the table their group usually sat at, and since I was usually sitting with the Cullens, they needed to pull another seat over for one of the guys. I sat down next to Angela, while Jessica and Lauren started to talk about a dance that would be coming up soon. It was going to be in the school gymnasium, but all of Forks was allowed to come. It wasn't just a school dance, but more of a… Forks celebration.

There wasn't any other places that you could host something like this so the town comity just decided it should be at the school. Anyone within the ages of six and eighteen got in free; the others would have to pay a few dollars to attend.

I looked around the large room which was already full of people with their plates of food and other particular lunch time things. My eyes rested on the table I usually sat at with Edward and his family, but today it was not left empty. It usually did not have any other people sitting at it weather the Cullens were here or not.

She was sitting there, with her plat partially filled with food, her arms folded in front of her, her Hamlet book next to her tray, staring out the window with a blank expression. Her eyes twitched around every time someone came close enough that she thought they would make contact, but the person would just keep walking, if not walk faster to get out of her range. She played with her food, but did not eat any as far as I could tell.

She looked so alone. She reminded me of a lone wolf. She reminded me of Jake when he was asleep; so helpless and lost. She almost looked normal.

I couldn't take seeing someone like that. Everyone was treating her like a parasite and only the stupid and idiotic people had even tried to acquaintance her. I could see why she had blown some of those people off; those weren't the type of people I would really see as a friend. Not even Angela, Jessica, Mike, or Eric had tried to walk up to her and say hello. Those were the first friends I had at Forks and at the time they seemed so accepting and friendly. This girl seemed ten times more interesting than me and not one practical person had yet to take an interest in her!

I took my bag and got up from my seat with a determined look. I was going to give her one normal hello. I was going to be the first person to suck up my fears and go introduce myself, unlike the jerks who had only seen her as a game.

Lauren gave me a dirty look as I walked over to the table she was sitting at and I could hear her whisper, "of course" in a hateful tone under her breath. Angela and Jessica just gave me shocked expressions as if they had never in guessed that I would even think about trying something like this, but in truth, I didn't really think what I was about to do over before I did it. I just got up and did it.

When I got close to her table she looked up at me, but her eyes weren't daggers trying to ward me off or get me away from her space, they were full of what I thought looked like… relief. She actually looked relieved to see me walking over to her table. She wasn't angry that I tried to approach her, or spiteful that I would try to waste her time by sitting, unwelcomed, at her table, but happy that she finally had someone that had enough courage to, come over without a stupid alibi.

I took the seat directly across from her and sat down, looking awkwardly at the floor. She kept her eyes locked on me, waiting for me to do something, but I just couldn't bring myself to do anything else. I played with the lose string on the bottom of my white shirt for about five minutes before I had the courage to look up and say something to her. When I looked at her, her eyes were still locked on me and her expression had yet to change.

"Um, hello. My name's Isabella Swan, but I just go by Bella." My voice was wavering, but I tried to keep it as steady as possible.

She just sat there and took in what I just said. Her hand kept forking her salad multiple times, her salad looked more like a bunch of ruined green bits than food. She stared at me for quite a while before she breathed a sigh of relief.

Her lips turned up in a real smile that almost made me gasp. "Hello, my name is Sarafine, but I just go by Sarah." Her voice sounded a lot better when she wasn't purposely trying to scare the crap out of the other person.

I didn't know what to say next so an awkward silence settled over the table. I said the first thing I could think of to fill it.

"Sarafine… That's a very unique name. I don't think I've ever heard that one before. Where does it originate from?" I asked a bit shaken.

Great, I thought to myself, now she's going to think I'm some kind of nerd or freak. Who asks where an name "originates" from?

She laughed at the question, but the sound was light and happy, so I took it that she didn't mind it.

"It's Greek, I was named after my grandmother who was given the name because of her miraculous birth. It means an evil miracle, I think." She had an accent, but it was more than one. It was like the perfect mixture of all of them. Each one was equally balanced, making the words easy to understand.

"'Evil miracle'? 'Don't think I've heard that one before." I stated amused.

"Yea, it's special. Just like me." Her lips parted to show her teeth in a nice smile. It was exactly what I thought it to be.

Dazzling.

"So your chief Swan's daughter?" She asked with an amusing smile.

How did she know that? It's a small town, but she must have just arrived here for no one to know of her.

"Um, yea. How'd you know that?" I really was curious.

"Oh, I was just guessing. You have the same last names, so I thought maybe you were related." Her tone wasn't sure, but I let it slide.

"So, where'd you first see Charlie? I mean, how'd you get to know his name?" I asked. It was getting easier to make conversation now.

"I went to visit the station after I moved into my house, you know, just for some information about Forks. He was one of the officers that told me about the school. I told them that they shouldn't pass it around that I was moving here; I wanted to be left alone while unpacking. People would have gone looking for the house." She answered with a small smile.

I understood, but my dad didn't even tell his only child about her moving here. She must have made it very clear that no one was to know she was there. I wonder why…

"So, who'd you move with? I mean, are you new to Forks or have your relatives lived here and you're just now moving in?" I eyed her suspiciously when her grip on the plastic fork tightened.

"Um, I'm new to Forks. I don't live with any family." She said sadly. "I'm emancipated, I live by myself."

"That must have some advantages right? Most teens are more than happy to move away. Where are your parents?"

"It is kind of handy sometimes, but it's rather lonely. At the time I had no problem moving away from home. I never lived with my mom and dad. My mother died when I was young and my father… he isn't a good guy. He lives somewhere in Turkey I think, but I wouldn't go looking for him. He's a convicted felon, he's killed people and he wouldn't hesitate even if he knew I was his child." Her voice was low and she was going to a dark place. I could tell by the way the shadows started to cover her face started to grown out.

"I'm so sorry, I can't even imagine how it must be like for you. I'm sorry for asking." I looked down at the table as my face started to turn pink.

"Don't be, it's my life and I've learned to deal with it." She said with a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Can I ask you why you didn't exactly blow me off when I came and sat with you?" I asked without thinking, more as to fill the silence.

She laughed a real laugh, forgetting the earlier conversation and put the fork down. "Because you're the only one who came over here for a good reason. All the other jerks, like Bret for example, saw me as a game. You my friend, came over here because…" she waited for my answer.

"I couldn't stand they way everyone was avoiding you. I remember how awkward I felt on my first day," Subtract the whole, Cullen is staring and then trying not to heat you part. "I just thought it could be easier on you if you had at least one friend." I smiled genuinely at her and she smiled back.

"Thanks, it is better with one friend." She stated.

For the rest of the lunch period we talked about what the school was like and I told her about my family. I learned that we had almost the same classes. Where she had art, I had literature. But the good news was that we both had GYM together. The bad part was that she was about to see just how much of a klutz I really was. Well, friends are supposed to help you up when you fall, and we had diffidently gotten the point that we were friends across to each other. Now to wait and see if she laughs when I make a fool of myself.

As soon as lunch was over we walked together to our lockers talking about what Gym was going to be like, which just so happened to be next hour. We got out what we needed and headed to the locker room. She was assigned the locker right next to mine, since I was the only friend she had so far and she asked for it in particular. The coach had no problem with it, but half of the reason she got it was because she had a way of getting what she wanted. All she had to do was stand tall and the teacher shrunk away, giving into whatever she needed.

She had a brand new uniform and everything ready, so she was actually going to play today, unlike me on my first day. She was completely prepared and when we got to the volley ball nets, she was ready to win. I looked at the ball in fear, I was going to have to play, meaning I was going to hurt somebody, weather it was me or someone else.

"You seem really tense, why's that?" She asked while taking her position in front of me.

"You haven't seen my play sports, but I bring a whole new meaning to the words "physically challenged". By now the teams learned that passing me the ball is a bad idea, but the other team sees me as their main target. They usually aim the ball right back here." I say with a sick tone. I really didn't want to play.

She laughed once before turning around to face me. "Don't worry, they won't get the ball pass me. I'll stop you from endangering anything within your range of hurting."

I smiled at her, but I knew that it wasn't that easy. If it was, I would never have had to touch a ball in the first place.

As soon as the whistle was blown, the ball was set and the game started. Sara was actually really good at this game. Whenever the ball came her way she would bat it away and have it land exactly where the other team had least expected it to land, scoring us a point. The ball came to me a few times, but Sara successfully blocked it, then passed it to another player to keep the game going. She was a good sport too. If someone missed, while other people stomped their feet and glared, she smiled and forgot all about it. Her mood had improved five hundred percent and a few people were getting to like her.

Some people still kept their distance, but by the end of the game they were giving her high fives and cheering her on. She even told everyone what her name was, but not her full name. She just told them Sarah. I introduced her to Angela, Jessica, and Mike after the game had ended and each of them had really liked her. I couldn't wait to introduce her to the Cullens.

Tomorrow it was supposed to be over cast with a lot of clouds so that meant I would be sitting with Sara, Edward, Jasper, Rose, Emmet, and Alice at lunch. That would be something entertaining. Maybe Edward could tell me why exactly she is so strange, what was so different about her that made her stick out.

We had to split up at the end of the day and go to our different classes, but we agreed to meet up the parking lot later.

Literature was full of people now talking positively about Sarah, but a few people still wouldn't let any side of her in. Bret, Chelsea, and David refused to even hear her name spoken out loud, like they were afraid of her. Serves them right, you shouldn't mess with someone like that just because you think you're all tough and stuff. They disserved whatever mental scaring they had.

I paid attention to the teacher as she droned on about the book we were currently reading, but the whole time I had Edward on my mind. I thought today was going to be like a portion of hell without him, but I had gotten through it pretty well. Sara might be good for these days, when the sun is out and the vampires must hide in the shadows, but I would have rather been with Edward for what it's worth. I knew she was going to be a good friend for life, but once I am changed and Edward and I must run away, I will have to forget all about her. She will be nothing but a memory. She will grow old just like all my other human friends, have children like the rest of them, and die, while I will be forever preserved at eighteen and immortal. It's what I've wanted for a long time and what is going to happen. It is my future.

A soon as class was let out I put away my things and headed to the parking lot when I crossed the open door to the art class room. Sarah was sitting down at an easel, painting with light strokes at whatever picture she was working on. I casually walked into the classroom to see what exactly she was working on. When she heard me coming she looked up at me and smiled warmly.

"Sorry, I just wanted to finish this before I had to leave. I'm almost done, it will only take a minute." She said as she continued at the board.

I walked around to see what it was and stopped behind her. What I saw made me gasp.

It was beautiful. Like every great painter in history had come together to make this one piece; no exaggeration. The way her colors mixed perfectly and unified to make this one great portrait made me speechless.

The picture was of her, but it looked different. Her eyes were a bright yellow and shaped like cat eyes. Her body seemed more… toned, each muscle had more definition and each curve of her bone was more prominent. Her face was not the light, happy expression it usually was; it looked more animal. She looked homicidal and malevolent. Her hands were curved into claws rather than fists and her stance was that of a hunter. She looked like a hunter about to pounce its pray. Her skin shown pale under the moon light and had a weird silver tint to it.

She looked scary. She looked like… a vampire.

She turned her head over her shoulder so I could hear her better. "It's supposed to be a self portrait, but it's supposed to catch your essence, rather than your body. This is what I feel like on the inside. Something completely different; a proud hunter who won't let anyone in her way; a fiend who can fend for herself. This is the darker side of me.

"I like it. What do you think?" She asked turning to me with anticipation.

"Um, it's dark. It doesn't look anything like what I would think you look like on the inside." I gave her a weak smile, but it didn't fool her.

"Yea, I thought it would be a little too much." Disappointment was heavy in her voice.

"You're a fantastic artist though. That has to be the most beautiful painting I've seen in my whole life." I said truthfully.

"Thank you. I've spent a lot of time perfecting it."

She took the finest paintbrush she had, dipped it in black paint, and scribbled her signature into the bottom right hand corner of the board before getting up and cleaning her hands. I took one last look at the painting before we left the room.

It looked so real.

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