Disclaimer: Unfortunately I own nothing. Not even the original idea for this story! The original story was written by urworstnightmare00. I only wish to finish it and maybe put my own twist on things! Oh and in case anyone was wondering the quote in the description is by Neil Gaiman. I highly recommend that you check him out!

AN: Hey! So as some of you may know this story is a rewrite of a very old story (Vindictaed) I had read a while ago. For some reason I could not let it go and I reached out to the author in hopes rebooting it. She was very supportive of the idea and here I am! Just a few things to note of anyone remembers the original, the first few chapters will remain generically the same. It's the later chapters that you'll see a larger shift in the content of the story!

Anywho, I'm rambling (sorry!). Do let me know what you think! Not beta'd but if anyone would like to help do let me know! OK I'll stop now. I promise!

Happy reading!


Blue Blood

Heidi Blake Adams was living the life. She had a fabulous apartment In Manhattan's Upper East Side with all the privacy she wanted. Her days were filled with exclusive parties & shopping sprees. Everything in life however, comes at a price - a price she was more than willing to pay. That was until her uncle decided it was time for her to get a taste of reality. Now she's stranded in Ipswich and being forced attend Spenser Academy. Can she let go of her past or will it catch up to her and jeopardize her hopes for the future?

Prologue

His eyes were that of the endless night sky, full of depth and secrets she had yet to unveil. From across the field he looked up and as their eyes met for the first time, he had noticed something he hadn't before – her eyes. They were an ice cold blue and within those eyes brew a storm, a storm of nothing but deception, lies and betrayal. She wore a mask and it was as if he was the only one that could see right through it. No, he thought she wasn't at all who she was thought to be.

She could feel his eyes on her. They were like needles piercing through her skin. She wanted to look away but it was too late. Their eyes were engaged in a fierce battle and she wasn't about to back down so easily. But it made her itch; he made her itch. It was as if he saw right through her but then again, she wasn't the only one with secrets. The thought made her smile. No, she thought he wasn't who he was thought to be.

She may not know everything but she knew something and that was more than enough. Breaking all eye contact, she looked down at her drink for a second too long before meeting his gaze once more. This time however, a small smirk had settled on her face as she raised her drink in his direction before turning around and leaving.

He saw her lift her drink in his direction, the perfect little grin on her face didn't hide the now raging storm in her eyes. It was then, at that moment, that his suspicions were confirmed– she knew everything. Panic arose in his mind as he hurried out the stadium after her. He may not be the only one with secrets in this world but he sure as hell was not about to let someone, let alone her, walk away with them.

She opened the door of the Mustang in front of her when she saw "Golden boy" headed in her direction. She couldn't help but to admire his physique as she shut the door she had just opened. There weren't many men that could maintain a 4.0 GPA, be a star athlete and look as if they had been handcrafted by Zeus himself. His curly black hair contrasted well with his olive complexion, and the smile on his face had every girl within a five-mile radius practically throwing themselves at his feet. So, it came as no surprise to her when she discovered his dirty little secrets. He may have had the rest of the people in town fooled but he sure as hell couldn't fool her.

He saw her come around to the passenger side of her car and lean against it with her arms crossed against her chest, her lips pursed. He approached her slowly but before he could say a word she interrupted.

"May I help you?"

He sighed inwardly to himself as a teasing smile crept up on her face. Her voice was tantalizing and he suddenly found it hard to focus. She knew exactly the effect she would have on him. So, he replaced the serious look on his face with a wicked grin before responding in an equally enticing tone.

"As a matter of fact, you can."

She held her breath and her ground as he moved closer in her direction. His hands rested on the hood of car behind her, his arms on either side of her, and his face was but a few inches away from hers. The wicked look on his face had disappeared and was replaced with one that screamed "Danger!" She kept her composure as calm and alluring as possible as his eyes fixated on her.

"What do you know?"

It didn't sound like a question. It was more of a statement, proving to her that he had figured her out, than a question. She didn't falter under his intense stare; in fact she hadn't taken her eyes off of his at all. She laid one her hand softly above his hip and traced the other up his chest, outlining every muscle until her hand wrapped around his neck and pulled herself close enough to whisper in his ear.

"Everything."

Alarms went off in his head. He couldn't tell if it was because of what she knew or because of the close proximity she was in. He knew what she was doing but before he could stop himself, she closed the gap between their bodies and her lips were on his. His hands were no longer on the car but on her; he was completely lost in her and that was exactly what she needed. As their lips finally tore apart, he smiled at her and softly caressed her cheek with one hand as he reached for the knife in his back pocket with the other.

"Too bad it's got to end like this."

She returned his smile with one of her own. Their little exchange was a good opportunity for a quick pat down. He was deadly and she wasn't going to give him the chance to prove it.

"Mhmm your right. It is a bit of a misfortune."

He didn't see it coming, he didn't see her coming or rather he didn't see the bullet that hit him coming. But as his body fell to the ground and he lost all consciousness, her sweet voice was all he heard.

"I was just beginning to have some fun."

She looked down at the blood splattered by her feet and couldn't help but feel a bit of buyer's remorse looking at her new shoes. She bent down over his body and checked his pulse – still breathing. The position of the wound wouldn't kill him but it was enough to leave him immobilized for a while . . . a long while. So it was then that she took at her phone and hit the speed dial.

"I'm going to need a cleanup at the Redwood High School stadium parking lot. Things got a little messy."

. . .

"Don't worry, he's alive.


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