Here's a new Night World story, I hope finish it soon, it should be pretty short, hope you like it. THIS IS NOT A ONESHOT! Just in case there are any questions to that affect. The song lyrics are from Sister Hazel's "Life Got in the Way."

Part One

We knew it all from a little thing
It was everything in our first minute

Brittany woke up.

She was considered pretty by those who knew her, smart, and even nice. As a freshman at her college, she lived in a dorm, but, as her roommate had flunked out, she had the room to herself. Generally, life was good.

As she went through her morning routine, humming a pop hit, she still knew that life was good. Exiting her building, she knew it, and even sitting in her first class, the knowledge was there.

By that afternoon, she believed that life was great.

Unfortunately for her, soon that would be far from the truth. But at 12:37, Alex Hemlock walked into her life. Their dubious relationship began innocently enough with Brittany saying, "Watch out for the mustard."

He looked down and noticed the yellow substance on the floor, said, "Thanks," sat down, and then said, "I'm Alex," and offered his hand. She doomed herself by shaking it.

As if it was meant to because of this benign event, the world exploded.

In seconds, she knew everything to know about him and he knew her. He was a vampire, but that didn't scare her. Other than the bloodsucking bit, he was completely normal, two parents, a little sister, a car, he was a varsity basketball player in high school, and an all around nice guy. The details were there, but time would tell them all to her.

In less than a second, Brittany fell in love.

Neither went to the rest of their classes, they talked and talked, but being the nice boy that he was, it took him almost two hours to kiss her. And then, for a long time, they kissed. For the hours she spent with him, she was happier than she'd ever been in her life.

But soon enough it was late, and one day of skipped classes didn't mean homework disappeared, so she said good night, and he promised to meet her in the morning. She hadn't told him that she loved him, nor had he to her, but it didn't need to be said. They were soulmates. Nothing could go wrong.

Of course, Brittany didn't know the rules.

That night, Ales told his sister about Brittany. He didn't mean to, but it happened, and when his sister hung up, she called the proper authorities. Alex rushed to her dorm, but it couldn't be soon enough. There had to be enough time for him to save her. Soulmates were supposed to have longer than seven hours together. As it turned out, they had eight. He was delayed at the entrance, but not for long. Though he didn't know the room number, something pulled him to her. Whatever signal it was, it was strong and gave him hope.

"Alex!" she said when she opened the door, "What are you doing here?"

"We have to go."

She laughed, "I've got homework to do, bud. We'll see each other tomorrow." But she couldn't resist kissing him. "How'd you know where I was anyway?"

He smirked, but inside he was panicking, "I'll always find you. But seriously, we need to go."

"Why?"

"Please, just trust me." It didn't matter that they'd only known each other for a few hours, he needed her trust. He could earn it later.

She grabbed her jacket.

They didn't run out of the dorm, but once in the street, he dragged her to his car. Freshman parking sucked, but they jogged the distance in less than ten minutes, and Brittany was panting hard. He drove them away with no plan in mind, it was better for their escape to be random.

"They want to kill you," he said once they were on the state highway.

"What?" She practically screamed.

"The Night World, my people, I guess. You're human, I'm not; they don't like it when things like this happen." He'd double damned her, but she was dead already if they found her, at least she'd know why.

"You're not making any sense. What's the Night World? What do you mean by 'this'?" She didn't look scared so much as confused.

"The Night World is…it's the vampires, and shapeshifters, there are still a few witches, but not many. There are only two official capital crimes, telling a human about them and falling for one." He shook his head, "Sorry on two counts, I guess."

"The whole death thing doesn't sound cool, but I love you, too." She looked at him and covered his hand that wasn't on the steering wheel with hers. He stopped at the red light, "I'd call any of my friends idiots in this situation, you know?"

The glass shattered, he smelled blood. The gunmen were in the car behind him. Brittany was dead, the bullet had hit her in the head, and there were things thicker than blood on his windshield. They shot out his tires and he didn't try to drive away. The door opened and he was pulled away. The door opened and he was pulled out into the street. Before he died, his only thought was that he'd never actually said that he loved Brittany.

Everything went black.

I wanted us to be the one
the poets write their books about
I wanted it to last

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