This is currently my second fic, and I personally like it better because of the time setting. I hope that it is good. Thanks for reading my story. And sorry for taking so long to update my story. I like it better. It was too complicated before.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Amelia Atwater-Rhodes(ahar)'s works. I do own Ashton, Trenton, Jasmine, and any other character that isn't mentioned in any of ahar's works.

Moving to a new school can be hard, but even harder when odd things began to happen. For Ashton Kay, this is all too true. But when she finds that she is anything but ordinary, can she hope to shed her past in chance for a new one? Can Trenton Dennis really be her knight in shining armor, or more specifically, vampire knight in black armor?

Chapter 1: East Wood Falls Academy

Ashton shivered as she walked up the steps to the building. It seemed like forever since she had been in this situation. The only reason she was doing this was because of him. If it wasn't for him she never would've got caught and she wouldn't have been in that situation. He was her ex-everything and his name was Josh.

Her heart was broken into a million pieces cause of Josh but it had mended a little to a few thousand pieces. If he hadn't talked her into doing some graffiti then she wouldn't have to move to a different state, town, and school. All she did was spray a little picture of a ribbon and a red rose with the words pain or pleasure on the ribbon on the federal courthouse. He also talked her into skateboarding on the steps of the state capitol at Sacramento, California, which got her a ten-minute phone call from the jail. Boy, did her foster–mom love that one. But he never talked her into the worst thing that ever happened to her. He took her most prized possession even after she turned him down at every offer. But eventually he found someone who willing gave into his demands. That was the main reason for the gapping hole in her heart. Ashton needed a new beginning and new school but this time it would be an academy, far away from the only placed she considered home. And she didn't want that at all.

The school building seemed like a prison to her, keeping her from the freedom of grinding rail and the rush of shredding the streets or the feel of aluminum in her palm and the sound of the spray of paint as she created art on the walls of buildings. She missed it all so dearly. The only thing she had now was her trusty element skateboard and her bag once full of colorful spray paint. Walking up those steps seemed like walking toward the gates of Hell. As she passed through the doors, she realized how much she really hated small towns. Small population of kids usually meant that you couldn't get away with very much. And she knew she would be in trouble soon. The halls seemed vacant of life but of course it was 9:50, second block most likely.

The secretary at the office could use a total makeover. The clothes she was wearing looked way too professional yet shaggy: A baby blue blouse with ragged ends, implying that she cut off the frilly ends, and a gray knee-length skirt. Her hair could use some brighter dye or highlights cause it was a dull dark brown, nearly black. It made her look a little vampy. And she wore no make-up whatsoever. When she handed over Ashton's schedule, she reeked of White Diamonds perfume or a generic version. "Your first class is with Mr. Robinson, room 192. He'll assign someone to guide you around the school," she said tiredly that made her seem older than she was.

"I could get lost in a circular room faster than I could get lost in this school," Aston murmured under her breath. She said louder in a pretense of gratitude, "Thank you very much."

As she walked down the hall, she was too busy looking at her schedule to notice someone in front of her. The results: the contents in her arms and his strolled all over the floor between them. The words were out of her mouth before she could think them over, "Watch were you're going… " The last was cut off when she saw whom she was talking to; a guy, about 5–10 or 5–11 tall, with raven black hair and gorgeous, steel gray eyes.

"Sorry your Royal Highness" he said curtly yet with sarcasm.

Ashton smiled at his words and said, "Well, then bow down." He just stared at her funny as a grin spread across his face. "Well…" She said.

"I don't know?" he said. "How bout I pick up your stuff instead."

"It'll due." She tried and failed to suppress a smile. She raised her hand, "Ashton Kay. Yours?"

"Trenton Dennis." He took her hand and turned it to lay a gentle kiss across her knuckles.

Whoa! This is new. "You were supposed to shake it," she said quickly using her well-learned self-control to hide a blush.

"I'll remember that next time. Until then, adieu." He said as he sidestepped her to pass.

Ashton just stood there recollecting what had happen. A very cute guy had just done the cutest and most unusual thing: kissing a hand upon meeting. This really was a weird little town. She looked at her watch and quickly ran to room 192. She stood outside the door for a bit to regain her composure before she entered. Ashton, she thought, you're losing yourself. Can't let anybody get too close remember? Taking a deep breath, she entered the room. She gave the teacher the pink slip she was given and waited not even explaining why she was late. "Ashton Kay," he said as he checked her name off the list on his desk.

"Yep."

"You can sit over there in the seat over there." He said pointing to a desk near the edge of the room.

"Taken already." Some one said. When she looked to see who said it her head was bent down. "Jasmine's absent today."

Then some guy popped off, "There's one over there by Trenton."

Ashton looked up upon hearing the name and saw Trenton give the guy who said it a sharp look with a mischievous smile. This was going to be a long year. She grabbed her stuff and headed for her newly found seat as the teacher addressed the class, "As I was saying, you have a paper to do over the Civil War that is due in two weeks and must be two pages, front and back or else you'll get a zero for your first test grade. Now open you books to page 183."

She pulled out her book and flipped to the page waiting for fatigue that would surely come. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder followed by a note being put on the edge of her desk. They still pass notes here? My god they are behind! She read the note then read it again.

Ashton, I was just wondering if you would like to hang out with me and my friends during lunch. We could show you the ropes round here. How bout it? By the way, I'm going to be your tour guide.

Ashton didn't want to be rude on her first day of school so she wrote back:

Gee I don't know. Let me see… not likely. And I don't want any one especially someone like you showing me the "ropes." I don't learn rules I break them. I would say sorry I shot down your offer but I thought I'd let you know to leave me the hell alone. I do fine own my own.

What can she say, a year of hang round bad-asses gave her the attitude she had; besides, she had grown to hate help from people. So she just turned around and handed the note back to Trenton. She didn't want to be bothered by any one but yet she still want to accept his offer just cause of her attraction for him. You must stop thinking like that, she thought.

Ashton knew she was hot but she didn't act conceited about it. At 5–4, her petite form made her look taller along with her long legs. Her long black hair with a blue shine, which reached her mid–back, was normally put into a messy ponytail with her bangs that came to her cheeks swept to the left. When her hair wasn't up, she usually wore a hat or strait and down parted to the right. Her eyes were an unnaturally bright violet color that many mistake as contacts but were too full of life to be contacts. She had high cheekbones with slightly round cheeks. Her lips were slightly full but not too thin. She wasn't voluptuous, she loved that her form didn't stop her from skating, but she did have curves. She liked the attention from guys her looks brought but not the thoughts from the guys it also brought. Things come with the good and the bad. But what was the bad part of Trenton's sudden fascination with Ashton? She would have to find out later.

Right now the teacher was handing out homework assignments. Ashton sighed as more things were being put in front of her most important passion. She had planned on finding good places to skate and/or taking a quick detour in the woods, but that would have to be postponed if she was going to be able to have a life here because Jane had said if her grades were below a B then she would be force to spend her time alone in her room without skateboard and her foster–mom had her ways to make sure Ashton did as she was told. Time away from her skateboard would be worse than spending a year in a prep school.

Later, Ashton found herself, once again, in a little schoolyard fight. What can she say? The girl was a total prep and she shouldn't have dissed her board and her sense of style. The girl, Lacey, Stacey, Macy, or something stereo-typically preppy name like that, lunged at Ashton but was easily blocked. She slammed her fist into Lacey–Stacey–Macy's stomach knocking the breath out of her. Ashton brought her other fist around punched the girl in the face just below the cheekbone. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed Ashton's shoulders and dragged her away from Lacey–Stacey– Macy who was lying on the ground whimpering with tears staining her face. "Lemme go! I'm not done with her," she yelled trying to get at the crying girl.

Lacey–Stacey– Macy cried, "You stupid slut! You don't know what you've just done!"

After shaking loose the guy restraining her, Ashton chuckled, "Really. I kicked your ass, that's what I've just done. There won't be anyone to save your ass next time you insult me." She unclenched her fist to let a necklace fall. "I believe that belongs to you."

Whatever her name was' hand flew to her throat as she gasped. Her eyes widened as she recognized the piece of jewelry. The girl should've been glad that Ashton hadn't used her full strength, she only use a little bit so people wouldn't get suspicious about her abnormal strength. Before she could make another crude comment or before her self-control was lost, Ashton turned on her heel and left. I should've beaten her to a bloody pulp, she thought angrily then quickly changed thoughts. She's not worth my time. I need to find somewhere to cool off. But where?

She walked into the local town, not knowing exactly where she was going; just letting her feet take anywhere but at the school. After a quick stop at a gas station for a Dr. Pepper and a 3 Musketeers bar, she grabbed her board out of her bag and sped down the streets grinding the occasional rails she past and a couple of ollies, you know just some simple stuff to clear her head. To bad her foster–parents threw away all of her spray cans, cause she felt creative at the moment. She shrugged it off as she skidded to a stop at a bus stop. Feeling the cool air rush past her for about an hour, Ashton decided a break would do her some good. She inhaled the cool autumn air and remembered why this was her favorite season: the cool nights, the beautiful colors of the trees, and the way it felt when the cool air rushed past when skating. One of the many things that Josh and her disagreed on was the best season to skate or vandalize. He always thought it was summer but she hated the hot blistering weather. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to shift and run through the woods.

"Want some company," came a deep, smooth voice from behind, a familiar one.

Ashton turned around only to come face to face with Trenton. Oh, great. "What are you doing here," she said turning back to watch the street.

He shrugged, "I'll take that as a yes. And to answer your question, my parents own that lovely store behind you. What are you doing here?"

She raised her brow questionably. "What's it to you?"

"I would think you would've prefer the safety of the school to the streets of the city."

"Dude, this is a town compared to my last home. And besides I can take care of myself."

"Actually this place is classified as a city due to its population," he said with a smirk. "And women always should be careful at night." He stretched his arms back, making his shirt taut against his chest.

Damn him, she thought. Is he trying to taunt me? At least he ain't cocky like Josh. Why can't I get him out of my head? "Whatever you say. I don't feel like arguing with you." She grabbed her board and was about to leave but Josh grabbed her arm. "Could you let go? I wanna leave."

"Meet me at the café this Friday," he said and added, "please?"

"Well," she said sarcastically, "since you asked nicely…no."

He persisted, "Why not? C'mon, it'll be on me."

It continued like that for a couple of minutes until she sighed, "Fine. Under one condition."

"Okay, what?"

"Don't tell a soul. Do we have a deal," she said with a cocky smile.

She raised her hand. He grabbed it and shook. "Deal."

He pulled her forward till she could feel his breath against her skin. What is he doing? He looked directly into her eyes and she was shocked at how deep they were at the moment that she gasped. He can't be doing what I thing he's doing. She could see the thoughts dance around in his eyes. He is, she thought as he leaned forward and gently kiss her. What surprised Ashton the most is that she kissed him back. The kiss deepened until she remembered herself. She pushed him away. "What the hell was that for? I only agreed to coffee, not a kiss." Damn it! Why did I do that? He's a good kisser! Wait, I know why he kissed me. Why would he want me?

He scratched the back of his head as a blush spread across his cheeks, "I, uh, don't know what came over me. Sorry."

God, he's gotta stop blushing. Actually, it's kinda pathetic. "Next time, check yourself before you act." She tugged her arm out of his grip and stepped onto her skateboard, gaining speed with each kick. She ollied onto a rail to grind and glanced back to see if he was watching, which he was. She turned her attention back to what she was doing when she felt herself loosing balance. Her board flew from under her feet while she twisted herself to land on the pavement. "Fuck," she said pushing herself up from the pavement. "Holy shit! My arm," she hissed as a sharp pain shot through her arm. Looking down, Ashton saw a broken shard of glass from a liquor bottle. "Damn drunks!"

Trenton upon seeing her fall rushed to her side. "Are you ok?"

She glared at him from under her bangs. She tucked them behind her ear as she retorted, "Does it look like it?" she gestured to the bleeding gash in her upper right arm.

He gently helped her to her feet but she recoiled from his touched causing him to use all of his gracefulness and balance to keep them from tumbling to the pavement. "C'mon inside. There's a first–aid kit behind the counter."

"Fine," she said seething. She hated the whole "damsel in distress" thing, and she wasn't going to let this be one of those moments either. But the sharp pain that kept shooting through her arm made her think other wise.

She let him guide her into the shop. He went behind the counter to retrieve the first–aid kit. He came back opening a gauze wrap and a package of antiseptic wipes saying, "Let me clean and wrap that up for you."

Ashton jerked her arm out of his reach and stood up knocking the stool over, quickly saying, "I don't need you help! Can't you get that through your damn head? Damn."

"God! I was just trying to help. Why won't you let me help you," he asked stepping forward, closing in the space between them.

"Cause I don't need your goddamn pity," she practically yelled at him taking a step back.

He calmly reminded her, "You still didn't answer my question." He took another step forward

"Living like I have, you learn to trust no one but yourself. I haven't needed help so far, and I certainly don't need yours now. Just leave me be." She dropped her gaze to the floor to hide the flood of emotions that was incoherent, but she was pretty sure they bordered between pain and fury.

Trenton strolled to her side gently taking her arm saying, "I'm not that easily persuaded. You're hurt and I am going to help you whether you like it or not so stop pushing me away."

She glared at him again, her anger rising, "I hate you." She really didn't his help because the gash would be fully healed in the morning.

Not looking away from what he was doing, he stated, "The feelings mutual."

"You didn't think that earlier, now did you," she said, her glares and tone never wavering.

"I wouldn't be talking if I were you. As I recall you kissed me back, now didn't you," he said without wavering his concentration. A rosy blush spread across her cheeks but quickly faded. He rubbed alcohol on her gash that was followed by her hissing in pain.

"Damn you! Couldn't you have warned me?" She loathed him with every particle in her body, but she still wanted to rip the shirt off his back to run her hands over his stomach and chest. What the hell is wrong with me? I already want to get at him. Damn it, she thought.

"If I had warned you, you would have fought me on cleaning it. And I would still be hearing you bitch about it."

"Wow! Trenton Dennis curses. Oh my god, is that a record," she said sarcastically, laughing a bit. Her mood changed slightly.

He returned her comment with a grin and visibly blushing. But he continued with cleaning her wound. He warned, "This is gonna sting a bit."

"From cursing to warning, whoa," she laugh that was followed by a low hiss as he finished cleaning and started to wrap. "This was my favorite jacket, too. Damn drunks," she said visibly seething.

Trying to keep her calm, he said, "So I guess you don't like drinking."

She rolled her eyes, "Of course I don't like drinking. My parents died cause of a drunk driver. But don't you dare repeat that to anyone. I don't like pity."

"Anything else I should know that I shouldn't tell any living soul," he asked as he continued wrapping, working slowly to cause as little pain as possible.

She rested her chin on her left hand as if think before she said, "Hmm, let me see. Nothing I can think of. Now what about you?"

He grinned, "What's it to you?" He had just thrown her words back at her. There was more to him than what she saw. If only she could figure out what it was.

"You asked me questions, so I can ask you too. Now, you have two options: answer my questions here or answer them at school. Which one sounds better to you," she smirked, loving to toy with boys.

He raised his eyebrow. "Neither of them sounds appealing to me. I will answer your questions Friday at the café," he stated as he gently helped her to the door. "What no fight?"

She rolled her eyes, "Take this rare show of gratitude as a gift and shove it, k?"

"Alright."

Once they left the store, she tugged her arm out of his grip. She said to answer his bewilderment, "I don't want people to get the wrong idea." But she did stay close to him, occasionally brushing against him unconsciously. She loved how he smelled, original and yet exotic at the same time, and the way he spoke, so sure of everything. What she loved the most was his accent, southern almost Creole–like. It was smooth, unhurried, and rolled fluently, almost musically. His hair; what could she say. It was long, past his ears, and flipped up at the ends. His hair was raven black with white sheen; his bangs came down over his eyes so he always had to shake it out of the way with a flip of his head, and his eyes were steel gray, it was oh so sexy. She had always been a stomach and chest sort of girl so she privately wish his chest was smoothly toned and free of hair, and that is stomach was just a nice, sexy six–pack. That would just make my day, she thought. She lightened her walk to a little strut.

"What's up with you," he asked quietly so as not to be over–heard, even though there was not a soul on that particular street but them.

"Nothing really," she said feeling the heat rise rapidly to her cheeks. Taking a deep breath to calm her self, she quickly controlled herself to hide the blush. When she looked up at him again, there was no emotion behind the violet color in her eyes. Thinking quickly, she said in a hushed voice, "I just love this season." The silver moon was making her giddy.

A/N: You're probably wondering why nothing paranormal has happen yet, but she's human. She just finds paranormal people at the school. Oh yeah, by the way, if I don't receive any reviews I will not update! If I receive more than five than I will update ASAP.

Dance with grace,

Allie Marie