Hey, this is my first fan fic so it would be great if you could take a read and see if it's any good. Any comments are welcome, good or bad.

I don't own anything to do with the Night World Series and hope I can provide a story worthy of being associated with it and L..

I'd like to apologise for anything I get wrong about the American Schooling system as I've never been there and am going on purely what I can work out from online!

Chapter 1

It's hard changing schools. It's even harder changing Continents. What Liz Hart's parents had been thinking when they moved her from their beautiful town house in Bath, to some old fashioned American town, she'd never understand. She had been content in her life back home, with her many friends who loved her, John Chapman whom she'd had a crush on for years keeping her romantic imagination alive, and the beautiful city of Bath she had loved even more as maturity ensued. Admiring the historical architecture and bustling streets, there was nothing Liz like better than to take one of her long walks through the town centre.

Blossom Ridge on the other hand was not well known for its architecture or large population. As far as Liz was concerned Blossom Ridge shouldn't be well known for anything. Travelling along the long highway from the airport to their destination, Liz was struck by the lack of scenery surrounding the Wells family's large rented car, stupidly oversized in Liz's opinion, considering all their belongings had already been shipped to the house. A solitary car on the opposite side, just as large as the one they were travelling in proved to be the only life Liz saw for another 50 miles. All around her were brown barren hills and American style sign posts informing them which road they were travelling on.

Liz's expectations of Blossom Ridge were fading with every desolate mile they travelled. Drifting asleep, she was awoken by the change in engine as her father pulled into the driveway of a boring looking house. With an American flag waving outside and a white picket fence around the front lawn, there was no escaping the change in continent. Despite the sun outside, a shiver ran up Liz's arms as she starred up at the white house. She knew it had a swimming pool out the back, a point that had piqued her interest, and she was a little excited to see her new room, but staring down the tarmac drive towards the row of identical houses that lined both side of the street, she knew she would never love it in the same way she had their old house in Bath.

The unpacking took a few days and Liz made a few feeble attempts to make her new room as homely as possible, but there was something strange about putting their old possessions in a new house and nothing seemed to sit right.

"Why don't you go and explore the neighbourhood?" asked Liz's mother, Chantelle Harts prompted as Liz slumped down at the breakfast table looking utterly dejected. They had been there a week, and Liz's parents were worried about her, though they'd never admit it. She stayed in the house all day, despite the glorious sunshine, reading a book or staring into space.

"Hmm?" Mumbled Liz, who had been in a world of her own imagining what her friends back home were doing.

"Go explore the neighbourhood," Repeated her mother, "there is some beautiful woodland behind us, and you haven't even seen the centre of town yet. You may even make friends before you start your new school next week."

Liz's stomach dropped as her mother mentioned her new school. Blossom High promised to be everything an American school ought to be, with high credentials and excellent exam scores, and despite herself, Liz was secretly excited to start a new school. With her far above average exam marks and open personality drawing friends in, she had always enjoyed school and hoped that this strange American one wouldn't be too different.

"Ok, I think I shall," Replied Liz to her mother's suggestion. "It's about time I got out the house a bit." And with that Liz ran to her room, energised by the new thought of school and genuinely curious as to what the town was like around her. She looked herself over in the mirror with a critical eye, knowing that first impressions always lasted, although it was unlikely she would come across anyone on her woodland walk. For a typical 17 year old, in her own opinion she was not that bad looking, with long blonde hair and green eyes that sparkled like emeralds, however most of the people that came across Liz thought her to be one of the most attractive and beautiful girls they had ever seen. Many declared that if it were not for her 5 ft 2 stature, she could easily be a model.

Oblivious to the praise Liz carried on in modesty, not fully understanding the smouldering looks thrown her way as she walked along the street or from the boys in her school.

Even now as Liz looked herself over in the mirror she could see nothing great in her complexion. Wearing a thin white cotton dress that showed off her beautiful golden skin and modest cleavage and a light grey cardigan to keep off the breeze, Liz set out towards the beginning of the wooded area behind the house.

At first Liz was slightly overwhelmed by the enormity of the woodland that surrounded her. Almost as soon as she stepped over the stile and off the tarmac drive, she knew that she would love the massive expanse of trees and soft pine needle littered floor. The sun was straining to creep through the foliage above, leaving strange patterns on the floor. As far as the eye could see, there were just trees and woodland floor, bluebells dotted sporadically, and a few small animals shuffled, disturbed by her intrusion.

With a sudden impulse, Liz ran forwards as fast as she could dodging in and out of the trees, her heart elated with the feeling of freedom , her beautiful hair splaying out behind her as she disturbed small birds from neighbouring trees.

Running till she ran out of breath, a smile plastered over her face, Liz threw herself on the floor, not caring for the brown soil that may now be on her white dress and leaves in her hair. She closed her eyes and felt more peaceful than she had in a long time. Breathing in the earthy brown scents and feeling the few rays of sunlight that escaped the blanket above, warming her skin.

Liz wasn't sure how long she lay there like that, in perfect contentedness. However when a low growling was omitted from somewhere nearby, her body snapped to attention and she sat up so suddenly she felt a wave of nausea pass over her. Frantically looking around her she spotted an animal she could only assume to be a wolf, just twenty metres away. It was crouched over some bloody mess on the floor, its attention fully turned to whatever prey it was devouring.

Her heart beating rapidly Liz attempted to stand slowly, making as little noise as possible. Her legs felt like jelly and she was finding it hard to find her balance. Unaware of which direction she had come from, she at that moment also realised the depth of her mistake. She had run without care in any direction, straying from the path. The irony of her mistake was not lost on her as her mind irrationally jumped to Little Red Riding Hood.

She was now fully on her feet, and decided that either way she had to escape and turned to run in a random direction. But stepping backwards, she heard a snap under her foot, a simple twig, but still enough to draw the Wolfs attention. Realising it was now or never Liz span on the spot and bolted in the opposite direction. Or at least she tried to, however she ran into something hard and sprang back onto the floor skirt flying up her thighs and leaves fluttering everywhere. She didn't have time to think about what she had bumped into as panic gripped her and she once again attempted a blind dash away from the wolf, only to be met by the same fate. Only this time she was caught before her inevitable fall to the forest floor by a pair of strong arms, gripping her shoulders. Surprised, Liz looked up into the eyes of her rescuer, looking straight into a pair of sea blue eyes. He was beautiful, in a way Liz had only imagined in fairytales. She momentarily forgot her fear of the Wolf and was hypnotised by the man holding her, feeling his warm hands through the thin wool of her cardigan.

He leaned forwards and she noticed a lock of black curly hair fall into his eyes as he did so.

She wondered what he was going to do, his blue eyes burning with what looked like anger, putting a new fear into her heart. His chiselled features were set in a stern expression, his skin pale against his jet black hair and Liz wondered what could make him so angry.

Leaning closer still he put his lips to her ear and whispered softly to her, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

"Do not move."

His deep voice seemed to resonate through her and she felt a shiver run up her spine as, with his eyes trained on the wolf behind her. He slowly walked around her, releasing his grip, and stood back to back with her.

Frozen to the spot, Liz could only do as he said, tears now threatening to fall from her eyes at the shock. She felt movement behind her, and then a slight whimpering as four paws pounded off into the distance, and the boy walked back around to her front taking in her dishevelled appearance.

"It's ok, you can move now." He murmured.

She looked up into his eyes and felt one of the tears that had threatened to fall, escape her eye and silently slide down her face.

"Thank you" she whispered, still unable to move.

He looked her over, she felt his eyes take in every detail of her body and suddenly felt naked before him.

"Are you alright?" He asked after a few moments.

"Yes I'll be fine, thank you" She replied, wanting him to go away to leave her to her embarrassment.

She started to gather her wits about her, and looked around to where the wolf had been. Now there only remained the bloodied carcass on the floor to confirm it had ever been there. She turned back to the boy who now seemed to be livid. She recoiled from his gaze as he stepped forward with fire in his eyes.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" He shouted at her, "you shouldn't be out here alone, you stupid, stupid girl!"

Liz cowered at the sudden change in his expression and stumbled back a few steps. The fury in his eyes burned straight into her, and the admiration and gratefulness she had felt towards him just moments ago turned into fear.

"Go home you idiot!" He growled at her, his muscles in his neck bunching, and his fists clenched at his side.

She stumbled back again away from him and frantically looked around her trying to get her bearings and figure out which way was home. She glanced back up into his face, eyes wide with panic, not wanting to ask him for directions, but also not wanting to be left in the woods.

He looked down at her small frame, quivering slightly as a light breeze ruffled her hair, the tension between them palpable.

"You don't even know where you are, do you?" He mumbled, seeming to control his emotions. The fire in his eyes was slowly decreasing.

He turned his back on her and started to walk away.

Ashamed, but not so much that she wasn't afraid to ask for directions, Liz called out to him in a shaking voice

"Wait!...Wait, please, I don't know how to get back to the road"

"Follow me then." He mumbled, so quietly she could barely hear him.

His strides were long and his tall frame carried ahead of her much faster than she could hope to move, and so had to run to keep up.

As she followed him she was concentrating on the floor to stop her falling over twigs so much, that she hadn't noticed he had stopped and ran straight into the back of him.

Again he caught her arms to stop her falling, however this time instead of coming into contact with her cardigan, he grabbed her wrists. An intense fizzle of electricity shocked the two of them and he instantly let her go, as if the pain was too great, and she fell to the floor.

She looked up at him, and saw her shock mirrored in his beautiful blue eyes.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." he mumbled and ran off into the forest without another word.

Liz slowly pulled herself to her feet, and looked around. To her astonishment she was back at the stile. Shaking the leaves from her clothes, she slowly gathered herself up and made her way back to the house, thinking over the extraordinary events of the day.