I rubbed my hand across the dying plant, watching as green began to snake through the crumbling, auburn leaves. Sighing, I replaced the newly revived plant onto its awaiting place against the window, bored.

"Zane, come here!" ugh. I ran down stairs, jumping down the last twenty steps. My mom stood in the hallway, holding a huge fly that had unfortunately wandered into our house. She was staring at it, biting her lip.

"You're such a baby, mom!" she looked at me, kindness flowing over in her topaz eyes.

"I know, but I didn't want to, you know, smush it. So can you just kinda end its life…painlessly?" I sighed, and with a snap of my fingers, the bug was dead. Throwing it into the garbage my mom turned to me, smiling. I smiled back, watching as my dad slid in behind my mom, pulling her into a hard embrace. She giggled, turning to kiss him. Ewwwww.

"You are two of the sappiest vampires alive! I'm going to go get ready with Auntie Alice." My mom nodded against my dad's lips. Don't get me wrong. I liked it that they loved each other so much. But who wants to sit and watch their parents make out? Not me.

I guess I should explain something. I'm haft vampire, haft human. As in my mom was still human when she had me. At the moment I'm six foot, with long bronze colored hair and bright green eyes. I'm very beautiful. Not to say that in an "I'm so full of self" way, it's just true, you know. I'm fast for a human, slow for a vampire. I can blush, but my skin is granite hard and always a few degrees lower than regular humans, though not at vampire level. I age at my own will, so I could choose to be, say, sixteen forever; that just comes with my powers. I control life. As in I can give it, take it away, speed it up, slow it down, freeze it … pretty much anything you can think of in relation to it, I can do. It's a great power and really useful. I also have a little of my father's power, but not much. I can hear thoughts, but only when their directed at me, and even then I can only hear a choice few. The more I know a person the easier it is to hear the thoughts they direct towards me, or think about me. I have super strength, sight and hearing, but their not as strong as they would be on a full fledged vampire. I'm they baby in my family, even though technically, I'm only a couple of years younger than my mom and a year younger than my dad. Funny, I know. Actually, my dad's like 160 years old, or something, and my moms like 35. Talk about marring an older guy. Of course, neither will age past 20. My dad won't even age past 17.

I walked down the hallway of our new home. We had all lived in forks for the last seventeen years but when Carlisle, my dad's 'dad' started claming middle age, we had to move. I knocked onto my aunt's room, stepping inside.

"Hey, Zane! You want to get ready for school?" I nodded, watching as Alice flitted around the room grabbing clothes; making them into outfits on her bed.

"Okay, which one?" with a swift look, I pointed to a cute outfit consisting of a long, white tee with black designs, a pair of faded, acid washed skinny jeans and my favorite pair of black baby phat boots. Did I mention that I'm as crazy about clothes as my aunt Alice? As I got dressed, Alice set the makeup out. It was our first day at a new high school, and the rest of my family couldn't go. It was about 40 degrees outside and the sun was shinning brightly. Unlike the rest of my family, I don't shimmer in the sun. Or at least, my shimmer isn't visible to human eye, so I was able to go. I sighed as Alice stuck me in a chair, turning me away from the mirror.

What's wrong? Alice asked, her thoughts flowing from her mind into mine.

"I'm going to be all alone at school!" I muttered, pissed. Alice looked at me apologetically as she worked on my face at vampire speed, brushing on some eye shadow. I shrugged. It's not like she controlled the weather.

"Done!" she coed and I turned to look, only to have her snap my face back into position.

"Not yet!" she scolded, "Rosaline!" suddenly my other aunt was there, her blond hair swishing across her face.

"Hey, Zane!' she said, smiling. I smiled back. Then she sighed.

"Why do you always look so beautiful?' she asked. I blushed. Funnily enough though, she didn't hate me. She just hated it that I was prettier than her. She even told me this, so don't think I'm pigheaded or whatever. It's just a fact, no point denying it. As she got to work on my hair, Alice moved to her closet to pick which bag I was to take. Don't get me wrong, I can dress myself. It's just they love treating me like their own personal oversized Barbie and they were good at it so who was I to squash their fun? Alice threw a black leather drawstring bag at me just as Rosaline finished brushing my hair. Then they both smiled and Rosaline pushed the chair around. Stunning…their thoughts echoed in my head. What can I say, I looked good. But I also looked scared. I hated that. I was haft vampire for god sakes. I don't do fear. But I've never done anything alone, ever. This is going to so suck! I rearranged my facial features, pulled on my black Cosa Nostra leather jacket, and stomped outside, hating the sunlight. Looking over the choices for vehicles, I couldn't choose between my motorcycle and my dads Volvo. My mom came outside, sparkling. Lucky the closest neighbor was about 50 miles away.

"You know you want to go with the bike." She whispered, giggling. I laughed, kissing her on the cheek. Jumping on my bike, I speed down the drive way, trying not to think of what awaited me.

Okay… I know it sucked! If you have any tips, I could so use them. Its hard trying to create a new character, you know. I want her to have all these traits and I want to explain them but then my writing gets… over detailed, you know! Well anyway read and review. If you think it sucks please tell me how I could make it better!