This is a vampire fic. I just saw Twilight a week ago and I thought…..what the hell, I should write a vamp fic. And besides, South is always hotter when you add in fights, sex, vamps, and well…….all around Spashley. So on wit the fic.

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Spencer adjusted her hood steadying her pace once again as she stumbled over a plastic bottle that decided to find it's way in front of her. She cursed silently continuing her run through the park hoping that some stranger hadn't looked at her the exact moment she had tripped over the confounding piece of plastic. 'Secret Crowds' by Angels and Airwaves began to blast out of her I-pod. She smiled a little running to the beat of the song. She easily pasted the fellow runners she saw just about every morning. Her eyes lingered on a Lesbian couple walking through the park holding hands. Spencer sighed looking away continuing her jog. That was LA for ya'. Was she the only lesbian on this planet that didn't have a girlfriend?

'Almost home Spencer.' She made a sharp left after leaving the park and running straight for the beach that wasn't too far off. She unzipped her hood leaving her in her blue bikini top showing off her taunt abs. She ran past 2 giant beach houses until she came to her own. It was a beautiful tan structure that had a good view of the water and the rocks. She slowed pulling out her keys entering the house. She rolled her eyes hearing the sound of her mother's voice bitchin' at her father at……Spencer looked at her watch…..9:00 in the mornin'. ' Why doesn't she just leave if were all so damn imperfect and we don't fit into her picture of perfectness?' Spencer thought.

She walked into the kitchen grabbing apple taking a bite out of it. "Mornin' Spence. How was the run?" Auther asked completely tuning out his wife. "Good. There were a lot more people in the park then usually though which is sorta weird." Auther raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, that is kinda strange. Maybe there having a convention or something. So you gonna drop off your paintings this morning?" he asked. "Yeah just gonna take a quick shower." At the moment Spencer lived with her parents. She would be moving out within' the month soon after she found a place close to UCLA. She was going to study Film & Technology and possibly Art. At the moment she was a freelance artist and she loved what she did. Sometimes her and Carmen would do street side paintings of people and then sell it to them. They had quite a crowd now a days and people were asking for them more often now.

"Honey. Why don't you get a real job? You could intern at the hospital if you'd like. I could pull some strings." Paula stated looking down at her blackberry. Spencer felt the apple in her hand smash. Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you become a real mother?" Auther was trying his best not to laugh. Spencer gave her father a wink skipping up the stairs to her room. Canvases layed just about everywhere. She pulled a sheet off a certain one running her hands up and down the sides and smiled. The picture she believed to be one of her best. It was of a small brunette girl with the most beautiful gold eyes holding onto the neck of a blue guitar that was being handed down to her by some adult figure. Spencer hadn't really decided who it was seeing as it had been one of her dreams. It could be perceived as anyone.

Spencer ran her hands over the girls cheek. A single light blue tear rested on the little girls cheek as she reached for the guitar. Spencer smiled a little wider putting the painting down on her bed running into the shower. There was a gust of wind and a figure with a black cloak and hood on stood in front of the picture. The stranger sighed touching the painting. "So this is her then." The figure then disappeared.