This took a lot longer than I thought it would to write but I just couldn't find inspiration till now. I started this story like ten times trying to find a plot I liked. I think this will be good. This may or may not be the last story in this series. I rely like it and don't want it to end but… Well for now lest just see how the happy couple is. Please review. I really really need your thoughts. I don't think my stories are as good as other peoples who have had like 20 to 40 followers! So I just need to do if I'm doing ok or what I should improve on. I might have made errors but I checked it twice. Hope you enjoy and please review.

…Overlooking the city…

Two figures stood on a hill overlooking Whitechapel. One was a girl in her early teens. Her familiar red hair billowed behind her. Magi had returned to Whitechapel. The man next to her was old with a long grey beard. His hair was short and snow white. He wore a long purple shirt, beads strung from the sleeves and blue baggy pants. The man was taller than a human, maybe 7 or 8 feet tall. His skin glowed slightly giving his skin a greenish tone, but subtle enough to pass as a human. The two made an odd pair, their size and color in such contrast. "Can you do it" Magi asked staring down at the city, tinged in the orange light of the rising sun. "Yes. But are you sure you want this. It's extremely dangerous and I won't be able to help you again" Said the man, looking down at her with intent eyes. "I'm stuck like this, a mortal" She spat. "I am powerless and week because of them, but I have you, and that will be their downfall." The once power spell master glared down at the town as if each and every one of them had caused her to lose her powers. "I'm leaving this hellhole and never looking back and I'm going to leave it as it truly is, a hellhole. Split up those vampires and all their pathetic friends. Turn them against each other. Make them despise each other. Do as I have commanded" She said. Turning she walked away, and as promised never looking back. Now alone the old man got to work. He held out his arms, palms up and began to speak in an ancient language, older than all others. His skin glowed brighter. The creature no longer resembled a human in any way. When his words had finished, a blue cloud swept through the city, who's residents would soon to be awake.

…Ethan's House…

Groggily Ethan rose from his bed. His head ached and he was starving. The hard part about eating was his family still didn't know he was a vampire and he had to keep his stash at Benny's. Today it was far more painstaking. Benny had all that blood in his fridge and what did Ethan have, nothing that's what. The angry boy pulled on his clothes and stomped out the door, not even trying to make an attempt at eating breakfast. The sun was still red and orange, reflected beautifully off the house's windows. The young vampire began to drift off, still tired from the night before. Everything around him just felt so unreal. A sharp pain in his chest snapped him back to reality. In seconds Ethan was at his fiance's front door. Grabbing the knocker, he banged hard on the door. A sigh of relief passed through his lips when Grandma opened the door. Without a word Ethan flashed toward the fridge. The old woman glanced at the chunk of door Ethan had knocked off while banging. "What's all the racket" Benny yelled coming down the stairs. "Come on E, couldn't you wait another two hours, it's the weekend." Ethan looked up at the raggedy boy now in view. Benny was in a wrinkled gray shirt, which he obviously had slept in and ripped sweat pants. "I was hungry" grunted the boy, now draining his second blood bag. "I'll make pancakes" Evelyn interrupted, drawing the boys' angry eyes away from each other. "I'm not hungry" Benny grumbled, rubbing his hand through his greasy hair. "When you're done stuffing your face, get out so I can sleep" Benny barked down the stairs after him. "Slamming the fridge, Ethan rushed to the bottom of the stairs. Maybe I wouldn't be so hungry if you didn't hog all the blood." "It's not my fault you're too scared to tell your parents that you're a blood sucker" The tall boy shot back. "Boys" Grandma yelled, shocked by their behavior. "Its fine I was just leaving" Ethan screamed up the stairs. In a flash he was gone, the front door swinging on its hinges.

…Benny's Room…

Grumbling angrily Benny stood at his closet flinging shirts over his shoulder. Quietly Grandma stepped into the room. "Go away" he grunted. "What happened between you and Ethan? Yesterday you were as happy as can be. Today it was just…" She asked, her eyes darting around the room looking for some kind of explanation, scanning over the books and models lining the shelf and the floor covered in clothe. "I just don't want to deal with him right now. I was tired and he barged in uninvited" the boy replied finally deciding on his orange and gray striped polo. Without another word he pulled a dirty pair of jeans off the floor and left the room, heading toward the bathroom. The old woman just sat in shock. Muttering a spell under her breath she closed her eyes. The emotions in the room were strong. Anger and hate stunk up the air. Benny had never felt this way before about anyone, she knew that but there was no sign of magic. He hadn't messed up some spell as the old woman had first suspected, he was truly angry.

…Ethan's house…

Slamming the door again Ethan angrily stomped into the room. Consumed by his emotions the teen hadn't noticed the first two times he was called. It wasn't until a small hand punched him in the side that the other people in the room came to his attention. His mother and father sat next to each other on the couch their eyebrows drawn together at their son's odd behavior. Jane punched him again. "Come on" she grumbled. Everyone was dressed nicely, not in the fancy dress and tie sort of way but still nicer than they normally would be on a Saturday morning. Ethan found himself sitting on the chair across from the couch, his fingers drumming a rhythm on the armrests. "Are you ok dear" Ethan's mother asked holding her husbands hand. She didn't do that unless she was truly worried. "I'm fine just had a fight with Benny" He said, trying to reassure her, only to have his voice crack halfway through. "Stupid puberty" he thought to himself. "Well you'll make up don't worry" His father said. "Maybe" Ethan grunted out, ending the conversation. "So we have good news" Mrs. Morgan said, jumping back into a happy mood. "Your cousin Chris will be staying with us for the next few months." Jane looked anything but pleased. Ethan on the other hand attempted to look happy, succeeding mostly. Of course he definitely didn't want some kid he didn't even know in his house. "He'll be her any minute" His father said.

The bell rang making both parents get up. The moment they got out of earshot Jane glared at Ethan. This is crapy she grunted. Ethan would have agreed with her if he wasn't shocked at her language. "You just swore" Ethan whisper-hissed at her. "So" she said angry, crossing her arms. "Well I'm not the only one angry today" Ethan thought to himself. A teen boy entered the room, standing awkwardly at a distance. He had raven black hair that fell to his shoulders and perfect skin not pale but light. His amber eyes looked to the floor. Chris wore black skinny jeans and a dark green shirt sporting a band logo that Ethan had never seen before. He rocked on his heels, his hands grasping each other firmly behind his back. After introducing everyone Ethan was told to bring Chris up to his room which they would now be sharing. "Sorry about taking over your room" Chris said as Ethan released his cousin's luggage onto the bed. Ethan really didn't want to talk, he was angry and grumpy today but he knew he had to make an effort. "It's fine. You're ok with sleeping on an air mattress, right?" The two unpacked and blew up the air-mattress, pushing it to the corner where everything had been set up like a tiny room. His books were stacked up against the wall, a light was placed on top of one of his boxes, and his other random objects were put in the drawers of the nightstand Ethan had moved over by the new boy's bed. Chris sat, back against the wall reading a book. Ethan felt bad for leaving him alone but he seemed perfectly content with just reading. After hours Ethan was ready to pound his head against a wall. He couldn't go in his room, in case he disturbed Chris and his parents kept staring at him. Jane's room was off limits and Benny…He really didn't want to be around Benny. They just needed some time alone, a lot of time alone.