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Okay, so this is my attempt at full-on romance, but still with supernatural stuff. Wish me luck! :)

So, this is about OC, Ellie, and my most favorite character in this fandom, can you guess who it is? Just think Ellie is played by Ginny Gardner - I do! Because she's so pretty! ;) Well, here goes first chap...

Ellie...

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I've always thought of myself as a backwards girl. Taking exams from last to first item. Doing puzzle mazes from finish to start – hey! It's easier that way. And then, you know when they say you see your life, as you die, well, lucky old me has it backwards, too. I see my life even before it happens. Trust me, crazy, but true. I seriously think I came out of my mother feet first!

I am seriously introverted, all shy and quiet in front of people, but extremely loud and talkative inside. I remembered back when I was a child, I was inexplicably happy and excitable, but then, the accident happened. Hope came when I first saw her – Alice. She was truly beautiful; I thought I was going to die and was seeing an angel. She looked like an angel-version Mom; I was so happy I cried the first night I saw her.

That was around the time I tried my hardest to control it – the lack of it was partly because I pretty much jammed it in the back of my mind. I realized I could easily have control when I'm asleep.

I was thirteen, but I had basically uncovered the greatest lie in the whole world. They exist – they walk among us, and they feed on us. Us being the normal, non-fictional human beings – in a sense – and they being the immortals, the vampires. Alice was one of them, but she's one of the good kinds – and I love her already. Seeing her meant that I would meet her one day. I just need to prepare for it. Back then she was still attending high school at some remote town in Washington. I need to look that up, though.

About a week after I asked my parents – well my dad and step-mom, Carrie – if I could take baby-sitting jobs. I told them it was so I could afford the projects in school – to afford the plane tickets, in truth. He said, "Go do whatever the hell you want," while she apologetically smiled at me. She asked me one day if I needed any money, but I declined. I can't take her money. It was like taking money from Harvey.

Harvey – my cute, darling little brother – was three. He's the most beautiful thing, and he's the reason why I tolerate living there – that is, until Alice. I smiled at the thought. It's not far, Alice. I'm on my way.

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Her mind floated to dreamland as she let the dull sound of the plane engine lull her to sleep.

The night just before her 15th birthday, she had a dream of a native-looking teenage boy smiling warmly at her.

"Seth" she calls him, and his smile widens. As she was about to reach out her hands to touch him, the scene changes to that with Alice in it.

Alice was talking to her, but she couldn't make out the words; just then, the glass door opened to a group of burly men hurrying inside. One man caught her attention, Seth, from the first dream – a vision, she has now guessed – who was staring at her. His face was a mixture of shock, and something she quite couldn't place – which was weird since she considered herself a good reader of people's emotions.

And then, she woke up. She immediately packed her things – all the necessary stuff – in a weekender bag. She checked the little jar above her dresser – all her savings – adding to the money Carrie gave her for her birthday; she has enough to last a few weeks plus plane tickets to Washington. She threw it inside her bag, and closed the dresser. She tucked the bag out of plain view – under her bed. She took her school bag and left the house. She waited until her father and stepmom were out of the house to slip back in.

"Why aren't you at school?" Old Claire, their neighbor who babysits her brother, asked, appearing behind her.

"I left something in my room!" she shouted, as she ran upstairs. The old woman shrugged in response.

After throwing her weekender bag outside her window, she ran to her brother, who was playing in front of the TV.

Her three-year old brother ran at her tackling her to the sofa "Ellie!" he shouted.

She hugged him tightly, "I can't play with you anymore, Harvey," she whispered, wary that Old Claire was still inside the house somewhere.

"Why?" he whined.

"Just take care of yourself, okay? I'll see you again, I promise. I love you baby!" she kissed him on the cheeks and looked at him intently. I'll miss you.

After that, she left that house, forever.

In an hour she was sitting outside the airport waiting patiently for the ride taking her to her future. It was, surprisingly, easy to find a flight as a chance passenger, and if you have the same skills as her.

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I'm on my way.