Preface

Dear Journal,

Today was what people call a 'birthday". As tiring as it was, I don't think they noticed anything which, of course, is a good thing.

I thought for a second that Daine was going to have a heart attack. Funny, right?

Well, anyway, as you know tomorrow is my first day as a senior, it has been awhile.

Wish me luck!

Love, Suzy

I smiled at the small paragraph on the page before shutting the book. I laid it aside and fell back, my head falling on the soft pillows. When I was just about to relax, I heard a knock on my bedroom's door. I got up with a sigh and walked slowly to it. As I peeked around the door, I saw my sister, Daine, standing in a flowing lilac night gown pacing up and down the hallway outside my door.

"What's up?" I asked as I opened the door wider, curiosity replacing apprehension.

She turned around quickly throwing her long dark brown, almost black, hair in all different directions. Her bright green eyes flashed from the end of the hallway to me. When I saw her expression, I was dumbstruck. Her eyes showed fear and anger with her month pulled into a thin angry line all came rushing to me as a "not happy" facial reading.

But, before I could say anything, she swiftly moved from her spot to my room in a blink of an eye.

"What the hell!" I said as she pushed me away from the door and locked it.

"Werewolves were spotted no less than two miles away from here," she said in a hushed sing-song voice.

I nodded in response, because like her, I didn't want to run into some werewolf or more than one. Besides, I have a big day tomorrow (complete bull-shit).

She walked over to my balcony and closed the sliding door before drawing the curtains. When she picked up my journal, I ran over and grabbed it. For she might be fast, but I'm faster.

I flashed her a look and she put her hands up in defense, "There is no reason for you to be so rash toward me, Susanna."

"You know how I feel about being called that," I scolded.

She smirked and sat down on the couch.

After a few minutes of silence I grabbed my nose, as an intense horrible smell entered the room.

"Dog," I said through my teeth.

Daine wrinkled her nose and a hissing nose came from her chest, "I think they're closer then I was informed. We should leave here now."

I shook my head, "If we leave now we are defenseless. At least we have weapons here."

"Then we take what we need, Suzanna," Daine said, not caring in the slightest about how I feel towards my name.

I ignored this for once because a smile came across my face with the thought of killing one of those dreadful dogs. I nodded and relaxed a little. My sister and I are outcasts in this city. Most people here still believe in the witchcraft that happened here hundreds of years ago. In result, they believe if you have bright or even just green eyes then you were a witch. With that, they believe we are witches and threaten us, tease us, and other un-useful things. Unfortunately, they got us all wrong. We are vampires, not witches. So, to their disappointment, they can't kill us by burning us the stakes or hanging us.

I sighed as the horrid smell grew stronger and walked over to a painting of a meadow that hung on my wall. I quickly removed the painting and on the other side was a was a big safe with a code bar. I punched in the numbers and opened the door where it revealed the spacey room inside. I jumped up and crawled in, stumbling forward to the floor but landing on my feet gracefully. My sister and I were lucky like that, and we loved to flaunt it, just not in public.

Daine pushed me aside and grabbed two guns and a belt full of tiny daggers. She slipped the belt around her thigh and put the two guns into the patches of another belt on her hip. She threw a sword at me, blade facing me. I moved to the side and caught it by its hilt.

"You might want these too," she said as she threw two fans with a blade on the side of both.

I caught both of them and inspected them by spreading them apart to reveal the bright colors of neon before responding, "Why so much, this is going to be easy. Like always."

She nodded, but I knew something was wrong.

"We should leave now," she said as she jumped up and out another way that led to the balcony outside my window. She quickly jumped over the railing and, when she reached the ground, she looked up. I followed as fast as I could.

Without protest.