Even though it was evident by the swaying trees that the wind was blowing, not a sound was made. All the animals that should be making some sort of noise seemed to have vanished. That left everything in the dark park unnaturally quiet. It was almost as if they were holding their breaths, waiting for something to happen.

That didn't seem to stop the foolish couple from sneaking towards the large willow tree, the draping branches providing excellent coverage from all those who happened to walk by.

The girl giggled as she was lead by the hand by the boy who had coaxed her here. The full moon and stars gave them enough light to find their ways, not that the boy was all too worried about that.

Young love was just blossoming in the early days of spring. This young couple was feeling the effects, so the girl thought. Once they were under the protective cover, the boy pulled her closer to him. This only made the girl giggle again. They started to kiss, starting slow and gentle at first only to deepen it and making it more passionate. All was going according to plans. Pulling away from the girls lips the boy started to trail kisses down to her neck. Once at her neck he gave it a few kisses. The girl, whose eyes were closed, gripped tightly onto the boys' shirt, the feeling of longing shooting like little electrical currents through her body.

The boy gripped her a little tighter to his body when he felt she was exactly where he wanted her to be. One second later he could feel his canine teeth growing to sharp needle point tips. Smiling to himself, he waited until they were to their full growth and then struck. Puncturing the artery in her neck he was hit with the sweet addicting metallic taste of her blood, he drank deeply now, his neck convulsing as he did.

One minute passed by before he had had enough. So lifting his mouth from her neck, he let go, just letting her limp body fall to the ground. Licking his lips, careful not to prick his tongue, he looked out into the night, into her face.

"Josephine." He whispered her name softly, whispered it like you would to a lover.

Bolting upright, panting and sweating, Joey looked straight ahead. Her name still lingered around her. The dream was taking longer to dissolve away then the others have,

Quickly but with shaky hands she took her water from the night stand and took a long swallow. It helped her parched throat, and gave her mind something else to focus on for the moment.

Sighing, her sleep has been ruined for a while thanks to the weird dream. Throwing off her comforter she made her way, out of her room, down the hall to the bathroom. The face that looked back at her in the mirror was one she was familiar with intimately. Short brown hair, light green eyes that were tinged with blue, olive skin, which at the moment was paler then usual, her straight nose and her high cheek bones contributed from her Cherokee decent, then her pink full lips. Some called her a beauty but she always figured herself to be average. No way could she be anymore beautiful then Kathrine, her old schools favorite.

After she threw some cold water onto her face and dried it off, she walked back into her room quietly so as not to wake her dad, Kevin Michael Cambell, a single dad, who worked extra hard to keep all three children in school. Joey smiled fondly at the thoughts. Oh how she was a daddy's girl and how much she loved him, more then she loved anyone.

Once back into her room she sat down at her desk and pulled out her diary. It always helped to write things down while it was still fresh in mind. With her favorite green gel pen she started to write.

Dear diary,

I had that weird dream again, the one where that man takes a girl to a hidden place and drinks her blood. The girl never knows what is going to happen. I stand there and watch but neither of them can see me. What is he? Why does he drink her blood? He knows me. At least I think he does. It seems like it. He knows my name and at the end, right before I wake up he whispers my name. He is tall, like six foot two inches, something like that. He has a foreign look to him, a warrior, one who is not used to being told no. His eyes are a gold color, almost like that of a gryphon. (We have been studying myths and just learned about the Gryphon.) His hair is to his should blades, a shade of black to dark that it shimmered a little bit of purple, like that of a Raven.

After he drinks her blood he looks up into my eyes and whispers my name. How weird! I have never seen him a day in my life. I have only been staring to dream about him since we moved here to Moonlake, California; less then a month ago I have been dreaming about him. I have no idea why. It scares me sometimes. Like tonight I woke up panting and sweating. The girls are always the same. They look almost exactly like me but they aren't me. They are different somehow. All this is just so freaky. I honestly don't know what to make of all this. A few times the dream has gone longer then just kissing. I could feel my cheeks blushing. Sometimes Gryphon (that's what I am going to call him, because of his eyes) would drink the girls' blood right after she has gone over the edge. He never goes over though, he always remains in control. I hate those dreams. *sigh* I want to tell daddy about all this but I don't know what to say or how to even explain it. I guess I will just try to distract my mind.

Time for bed now

I'll write later 3

Josephine 'Joey' Elaine Cambell

Putting her diary into the desk drawer she stood up and walked over to the window. The night was so clear and so bright. It was a full moon this night. It always amazed her how much more attracted to the night then in the day. At night everything seemed to take on a certain glow, making everything five times more beautiful. In the day it seems to take away that glow and trying to replace the glow. It never works out the way it wants it to. People always associate evil with night but that isn't true. Night isn't evil, just the evil people in it. Then again evil people hide in plain daylight as well.

Joey was pulled out of her thoughts when her father walked in.

"Hey Joe, what you doing up this late?" He asked as he started towards her at the window. He was in his pajama's still and his hair was rumpled all over the place, but his blue-green eyes held a certain intelligence. As if he really knew what was going on before he even asked. Sometimes she thinks he just asks to be nice and seem like he was clueless. Even though she knew he really wasn't.

"I had to pee." She lied. Oh she wanted to tell him but was hesitant to say anything to anyone.

He just looked at her a moment then hugged her. He knew she was lying but, bless his heart, didn't say anything about it. These times were tough for everyone so he would just be here for her if she needed him.

"You want me to make you something to drink or maybe to eat before I have to head to work?" He asked as she was hugging him back, her head on his chest. It always made her smile when she laid her head on his chest and he talked, like listening to a bass.

"I would like that." Breaking from his arms she walked over to her large closet and pulled out her robe. It was the color of fresh cut grass. Green was her favorite color. This robe was the one her mother bought for her a week before she was killed. Oh how Joey treasured it.

Together, father and daughter, they walked downstairs and into the kitchen. The kitchen was spacious. The granite counter tops lined with black veins. All the appliances like the fridge, oven and stoves were stainless steel. Taking seat on one of the stools at the island she watched her dad. He was one of the best cooks she had ever known. Kevin Cambell wanted to be a chef for a very prestigious restaurant but when he was almost there his wife, Viktoria Cambell, was killed by a mass murderer. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time, or so the police told them. It was supposed to be comforting but it only made the family play the 'what if' game and mourn harder.

"What are you thinking of little J?" He asked as he started to mix ingredients together in a large bowl beside the stove.

"Nothing." She lied again. Sighing she shook her head to herself. "Actually I was just thinking about how life could be different if mama was still here." She said softly. Talking about their mom, his wife, was still and more then likely will always be a sore topic.

Kevin hesitated a moment then continued.

"I know little girl." His voice was controlled. It made Josephine's heart squeeze painfully at his use of her old nickname. The nickname he hadn't called her since mama had died.

It has only been two years since she was killed. In that time Rave, her older brother, went away to college and they all moved. They left everyone they loved behind but it was just too painful to walk down the streets with the memories of their mama on their minds. At a certain point it all became too painful for them all to bear so Kevin took another job. Joey was uncertain what he did, he wouldn't tell her, but it kept him until late into the day and late at night.

"Are you ready for school little girl?" It was his attempt to change the topic.

Biting her lower lip she rolled her eyes. School. Oh how she hated the word. Of course she wasn't ready for school. Who ever was? She was going to be the outsider, the new girl. This was going to be so tough on her but knew she had to make her dad think everything was great.

"I am. I got everything all together, even got my new outfit picked out. I even have the school schedule memorized so that I won't be too incredibly lost." She smiled as he turned to look at her. Those eyes of his searching for something unseen.

"Good I'm glad to hear that. I am sorry honey that I won't be able to take you to school for your first day. They want me to cover more hours tonight. No big deal though. When I get home I will have a surprise for you. Also you won't have to worry about Gwen; I have a babysitter for her when she gets home from first grade." He smiled at her over his shoulder, that dazzling smile that almost no one can resist. It was part of how he got mama to even give him a chance. Though now it was becoming rarer to get one out of him, so when he gave it she savored it with everything she had.

He finished breakfast in silence. Nothing else was said when he served eggs, pancakes, bacon and French toast. When they finished, they threw away the remaining food, washed their dishes and then put them away. It was time for Kevin to go to work so he kissed Joey's forehead and went to go get dressed leaving her by herself in the kitchen. Sighing again to herself she walked back up to her room, shutting the door then plopping ungracefully onto her bed. Within a few moments she finally fell asleep into a deep sleep. This time, thankfully, she slept without a dream to awaken her in not-a-such-nice away.

"Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!" Gwen's high-pitched six year old voice tore into Joey's dream, waking her up abruptly. Talk about a rude awakening.

"Gwen, what in the name of all that is good, could be the reason for you yelling at me like this?" Joey groaned as she sat up glaring at her annoying six year old sister.

Gwen stood there looking incredulously at her sister. "School! Remember that place that you say is like a prison but you still have to go to anyways?" Rolling her eyes again she ran out of the room yelling behind her. "Don't make me late!"

Groaning Joey rolled off the bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud. She stayed there a moment longer then necessary and finally crawled over to her dresser. Good thing the carpet was nice and soft or it would do some serious damage to her knees, ok maybe not serious but enough to make it hurt a bit.

When she got to her dresser she stood up, pulled out a pair of jeans, a light blue polo and a dark blue undershirt, she quickly stripped out of her pj's and into her school clothes. Oh how much she really didn't want to go but she had. It was her sophomore in High School.

Grabbing her backpack and her baseball hat, then she put on her converse and quickly ran downstairs. Instead of heading to the door, which was on her right, she turned left and took a detour to the kitchen. There Gwen sat munching on her cereal, fruit loops. Rolling her eyes at her sister, who had her dark red hair in pigtails and wore overalls, she opened the fridge to scrounge for some real food. As her eyes scanned she grabbed the orange juice and drank straight from the bottle.

"I'm telling daddy!" Gwen yelled as she watched her older sister.

Joey turned her head to the little six year old and stuck her tongue out. "Guess I will just have to return that thing I bought you." Joey made it look like she wasn't paying attention but in fact she was more observant. Good thing to because Gwen's eyes lit up brighter then Christmas lights.

"What did you get me? I promise not to tell daddy if you give me!" Her voice had gone even more high pitched and desperate.

Joey shrugged, put the pitcher back into the fridge and grabbed the bag of grapes and headed to the key wall. This is where every single key is placed. Grabbing her lanyard with her car and house keys on it and started to the door.

"Hurry small fry or it is you that's going to make us late. Then what will daddy think?" She made a thinking noise and had to suppress a laugh when she heard her little sisters' squeal and pounding feet. Before Joey could take another step out the door a streak of dark red ran past her and to her jeep.

Chuckling softly and shaking her head she walked over to her old beat up jeep wrangler. It was a piece of junk but she loved it. Once in she glanced over at her little sister to make sure she was buckled in, the started to drive off. For someone unknown reason she dreaded her first day of school already.