Before Jensen and Alaska came across each other for the first time, and Stephanie becoming pregnant with Michael Bass's baby, there was a kind of a peaceful life without people just shoving them, except with Michael who had to deal with two deaths of his lovers. He was done. He needed to forget once more, so he turned to Stephanie, who is married to some motocross rider. It was an accident, but it turned into something more.

Michael's lips reached over Anna's, her hands catching his collar on his shirt before a soft whimper raced out of her mouth that was pretty busy smoothing her lips against the man's. They were at it. Like all the time. He wanted to forget. She just wanted to have fun. Anna started to push him away, not in a forceful way, but due to the fact her prep hour was finished, she needed to scurry away to the gym downstairs. "Baby, I need to go." She whispered, laughing while she planted her lips on his once more. A smile crossing his features, "Like always, but I get what you are talking about. Our prep hour is finished, so please, be my guest and be really responsible." He teased, pressing his lips against hers, tongues attaching. It was hard for them both to pull away from the kiss, basically stating they wanted more time together. Her palms landed on his quite large shoulders, "Stop being such a baby." She quickly said, pulling herself away from the man, putting on all her clothes back on. Michael also did the same, but somehow his eyes always flashed over to her body. It was quite beautiful. He could look at it for hours if he could.

A small brushed crossed his lips, "I love you."

When she finally put all her clothes on, she leaped towards him, her hands just be settled on his white, cold skin. "I love you too, baby." She said right back, lips pressing against each other's once again. Her body finally emerged from the locker room within the swimming pool, exiting. A smug of a smile was stuck on his face, kind of pasted on there. Those were the last words he could ever hear from the girl he called his girlfriend.

This all turned into love somehow. He was choking on the last tears he ever thought he would cry for, but he was wrong. Later that night, eight hours after they were making out, making each other happy, she died. It was all too quick for him to process it, and from that, he was blaming himself. Throwing bottles of whiskey at his door of his own classroom after hours. The same thing happened with Petrova. He had a strong connection between both of these girls. Petrova was different though. She had flaws, and Anna was just this cocky son of a bitch. Reasons why he got too hyped up on the thought of being with Anna. Again, Petrova was different. She was perfect, and everything went away. How he felt for her was mistaken as wind, and faded away with all his sorrows. Drinking was the only thing he could do for about an year, and it was sane once again when Anna latched his eyes from how she looked. Her strawberry blonde locks falling in her face, with curled ends on both sides. Her mascara just fold around her eyes. Those eyes. Brown light. He thought he found the jackpot, until that night where she was killed. Murdered. It will always be a mystery to him. He tries to forget about all his past lovers, try to move on from everything. To do that, his lips found Stephanie's. Both of them were drunk, highly intoxicated with drugs filling their system.

Hmm, are you asking who the heck this Michael Bass character is? He's the biggest asshole you'll ever have the chance to meet in this world. He's dark. Hides everything from people. Lie to them. Make them believe he's the nicest man in the world, but really, under everything he's just this cruel man that had his heart broken a few times in his life. He hates himself for being this monster though, and he's going to try throughout his life to be a good man. He's extremely attractive, really pale, and his hair has a lovely quiff to it. Hero quiff almost. Almost everyone gets attached to Michael, somehow. It doesn't matter if it's just for sex, or a relationship, it seems like everyone wants to be with this bad boy, including the Stephanie Hartman.

Stephanie is one of those innocent P.E. teachers that just don't do anything reckless, but the moment she laid eyes on Michael Bass, things started to move, getting undone from the big tie that was her life. She has glasses that stood still on her nose, her short hair just blazing in the air like no other, and of course she was pretty. Very pretty, since Michael Bass has something going on with her. She has a lovely husband, not knowing what the hell she was doing half of the time she's at school, working her damn ass off. She was never respected by any of her students, they always talked when she was talking, and her bitchy side always had to show whenever that happens. Sometimes, yeah, she wishes she never picked this career choice, but at the same time she's in love with it, clearly because of a specific student of hers. Jensen Cherny.

Jensen Cherny. She's something. She's really one of those people you want to hate, but really can't since she's really that lovable. So many things happened to this girl, and she has to deal with the consequences that was developed from those problems. She suffered, carrying down the guilt she has stuffed in her body. She is extremely tired of being this monster everyone thinks she is, because clearly, she's nothing close to a monster. Sure, she killed her whole family, but that wasn't her fault. She was in the first stage of being vampire, and her hunger was just terrible. She couldn't control herself all that much, so yeah, killing her family was one thing that happened. Sometimes the faces just flash before her eyes, making guilt just run through her system, making it impossible to even think out loud. She's the main girl for this lovely story, she's the link from where this story will go. She's home when she's walking along those walls of the school, the people that died here is just stuck on the tip of her tongue, because clearly, everything is her fault from the start. Sure, she didn't kill them herself, but she was the last one to see them just disappear, waltzing themselves towards the distance. After the death of Anna, she felt someone's lips catch her neck, streaming all the way down to her throat, sucking softly from there. The person's appearance was unknown. It was blurry to her, because yeah, she was pretty intoxicated, like always. The alcohol just ran through her mouth, jamming her so it was impossible to even hear, or even think for that matter. She didn't mind about the person's breath just hitting her own, creating a cloud. Right there, the deed was done. She was bitten by a werewolf, creating something that was rare to see. A vampwolf. Her nerves are more fragile, and every time Alaska up, she's feels like she's going to explode. There might be a time or two where she doesn't seem like she's annoyed, but yeah, they are enemies, deep inside, or probably it's pretty obvious.

Yep, you're asking about Alaska now. Alaska Stone is a girl you'll see across a scattered dance room, and instantly, you'll fall in love of how she talks, and moves. She's some sweet girl that comes from a powerful family. The Stones are a family that are basically hunters for the Supernatural. Their family's business started back when the Originals seek around, and started the Vampire species. Alaska though, she's not even close to being one. She doesn't want to be one of them honestly. Well, maybe she did at first, but that was way before she laid her eyes on Michael Bass. She knew his brother way before she had the chance to talk to him directly, and the moment he looked at her, things changed, for the both of them for the better. Is Alaska going to get too use to the supernatural, and keep them away from her family's power, or will she become one of them when things get hard? You'll just have to see.

Dear Diary;
This is my story. My story that is filled with pain. Love. Anything dealing with my family. I grew up in a family that was filled with men. Two girls. My mother and my sister. My sister died when she was seventeen- With that, I was about 12. I don't really know why she died, but it really turned me into something. It made me see how life was brutal to the wrong people. Louise never wanted to die. She was afraid of dying. She told me that her fear was dying. Death was a fear to everyone around this time. I was born in the time where everyone gets sick, and death was upon them. I was sick, but before that, I was in love with a girl. Do you know what the problem was with my relationship with her? My two other brothers were in love with her as well. Silas and William. Good guys. Good hearts. We tried to impress her. Her bought her too many things to count. We thought we knew her, but really? That was the opposite. She was a vampire. A vampire. A person- A monster, that could bit through your skin with one bite. She did it to me. I was a dead on December 7th, 1869. [ Funny thing is- Many, brutal years later, Catherine's Doppelganger finds herself being born on December 7th, 1999. ] That year in history changed everything. On January 20th, Elizabeth Cady Stanton becomes the first woman to testify before the U.S. congress. May fifteenth, by the same woman- National Woman Suffrage Association was formed in New York, with the help of Susan B. Anthony. They were probably lovers, but I couldn't judge at the time. June first, Thomas A. Edison patented a voting booth. Since I'm a big golf fan, September 16th, 10th British Gold Open; Tom Morris, Jr shoots a 157. Brilliant, but afterwards- When I became a vampire, history meant more to me. History was the only thing that made me who I am. I just didn't see the world as a human did. I didn't play for the Canada's Hamiliton's Football game, even if I was really looking forward to it, nor did I even go to Wyoming at the time where Women Suffrage was granted. It just didn't feel like I was there. It felt like I died for real. I did. Michael Bass was dead. The tombstone said everything. How I died though? Still unknown to the public. I stayed away from Toronto, my hometown, and walked away from everything. I settled in Wyoming. Parts of Cheyenne. Parts of Green River. Parts of Evanston, but when I heard there was doppleganger running around in Rock Springs, it would've been my first time there. Before all that though? I was a ripper. A very good one too. It was apart of me. I didn't care about anyone else. I only cared about myself, and how i'd survive on blood. My brothers helped me as well- Except William. He did at first, then he turned to me, banishing. After that? We butted heads, because he got the girl. Catherine B. Grey turned to him, and picked. She picked William Bass over me. It hurt me, and that's how I became more of a ripper with the help of Silas. It wasn't until 1900s where Silas dropped out of being a ripper. He wanted to be good. The good brother, so of course I let him go. I haven't talked to Catherine since she pulled away. That was like, 1890. Ten years. A very long ten years. I heard she burned at the stake by the Stones, but who knows. I didn't really care, because that girl broke my heart. She stomped on it. She is to this day is my enemy, and there is no way will I ever forgive her. Before I entered the Titantic, I turned to myself and thought, maybe I should stop being a vampire, and start acting like a proper human being. I did just that. I was no longer a ripper.

I survived a lot of things. I survived the Civil War. I honestly survived every war there was. I survived the Titantic. I survived the '20s. I survived the Great Depression. I survived the first WW1, and counting the second. I survived every damn thing that happened on the earth until 2005. That's when I fell in love with Alaska Stone. Years before? I told my brother, William, not to fall in love with a Stone. The Stone's were a family that hunts vampires down. They would've done anything to destroy a power family such as us. I was afraid that if William got closer to the girl, it would've destroyed everything. A stake in the heart maybe. It scared me, so I thought of something that could've made everything better. I put a stake in my own brother's heart. Not the stake that kills a vampire forever, but a stake that had witch magic all over it. Holland Carroll gave it to me, and from that I thank her. I left him on a unknown island, leaving the stake in his heart. Back to the whole Alaska thing, yes I fell in love. Her sweet cheeks were punishing me. Her cheek bones, more like it. How her body molded with mine. How she smelled. How she smiled. How she laughed. How she was with me. She was perfect, but I ended it. Out of selfishness, I had to end it.

I met so many people. I fucked so many people. I wasn't perfect, but Alaska was. She was perfect for me. I had to let that run through my head, and seeing her again was something that made me realize that she was the one for me. She really is. I had to end a lot of things to be with her, including my relationship with Stephanie Hartman. I really did like the girl- Fuck, maybe it was love. It was a two sided relationship. I had feelings for someone else as she loved me more than anything. You'll see who I'll pick through my story. Would it be Stephanie, who is the opposite of perfect for me, or will it be Alaska? The one that is perfect. Freshman year doesn't reveal everything. Senior year will. Let this be the worst four years anything can go through. Enjoy your stay.