"Emily," Lucas Whistler croaked. "how long do you think we have left?"

"I don't know Lucas, but I'm scared. I don't want to die."

"Just hold my hand okay? Nothing can hurt you now. I promise."

Emily flinched when she felt another cough come up. The thought of pain was enough to strike fear in her heart. A heart that was barely beating; fighting against an unstoppable disease. Her twin brother shared the same fate. They both had pneumonia, and no-one could save them.

They had been admitted to the local hospital a few months ago. Their foster mother told the doctor that they were both burning up. He had diagnosed them with pneumonia shortly after and said that there was no cure. They would die of this disease. Their foster parents were in tears. The two twins were orphaned at birth. Their mother had died during childbirth and their father was nowhere to be found. They were placed in the care of an infertile pair. Mr and Mrs Whistler watched two children grow until the age of 17 and cared for them like they were their own. After their admission, they had only gone downhill. It seemed like now was the end.

Emily's breath became irregular; her heart was thumping out of rhythm. The hand that held her brothers became limp. Lucas noticed and spoke to her, but when she didn't answer he started shaking her and screamed.

"Nurse! I need a nurse. There's something wrong with my sister. Nurse!" His frantic screams never reached a nurse as his pleas were answered by an unknown face.

"Silence, my boy. Your sister will survive and so will you. Close your eyes or look away, this isn't a pretty sight."

With that, Lucas closed his eyes and hoped for the best. A few seconds had passed before he felt a sharp pain in the crook of his neck and the burn of venom.

The next thing Lucas felt was the pain. Unbearable pain. His whole body felt like it was on fire. He spasmed periodically and the pain would flare. He tried laying as still as possible. It worked for awhile only to realise the pain was intensifying. It centred around his heart. The pain was too much for him but he couldn't do anything, his body couldn't move anymore. He willed his eyes to open but he only saw the darkness. He felt like an empty shell. As if his being was a single spot in the darkness. He focused on that spot of light. He reached for the light with phantom arms. He could tell he was getting close. Just a bit more, a bit further. When he finally reached the spot, his body exploded with white hot burning pain before the darkness returned.

"Good morning sleepy head."

He recognised that voice; it was his sister Emily. But how? Emily was about to die in the hospital right? Did the mystery man keep his promise?

"Ugh, I feel like I've been hit by a locomotive. What happened to me?"

"Do you want the good or the bad news first?" Her voice was still clear but had an edge of doubt in it.

He slowly sat up and looked at his surroundings. The red bricks coated in shadows. The roof overhead was missing a few panels and one of the windows was broken. He didn't know this place.

"Tell me the good news first." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"We've both been cured. Our sickness is gone."

He was stunned beyond comprehension. He and his sister were cured. This was fantastic. Whatever the mystery man had done had cured them, they owed him their lives. Then he remembered that there was bad news too.

"What about the bad news."

Her voice wavered a bit while she said: "We're also dead." She grabbed her knees and rocked back and forth a bit. "I don't know what we've become brother but we aren't alive anymore." She let out a strangled sob. "Try to feel your heartbeat if you don't believe me. It isn't there." She was full out crying at this point.

Lucas scooted over to his sister and rubbed her back. Too blinded by worry to care for what his sister had said. Right now she was crying and his task as a brother was to help her.

"Don't worry Emily. We'll figure out how all this happened together. Okay? Right now you're going to calm down and tell me everything that happened to you."

It had been hundred years since that conversation between brother and sister. They had soon found out that the both of them were vampires that needed human blood to live. In the beginning, hunting was the hardest part. Trying to blend into the night and attack anyone who dared to go without a lantern. As the years progressed both teens got the hang of being a vampire and began living amongst their prey. They worked and lived in city's and villages. They earned money and soon had enough to last multiple lifetimes. They moved from place to place so none of the humans figured out they were the ones responsible for the mysterious disappearances of the town people. It was a simple life they lead but they were happy to have a life. As they hunted their prey, they found out that it wasn't necessary to kill the humans they fed off but still moved so that nobody would figure out what they were. Emily and Lucas Whistler never aged and so continued to exist in their 17-year-old bodies. When a century had passed and the two immortal teenagers needed to move, they decided that for a special hundred year celebration they would go back to their birth town. The town that had cursed and gifted them with eternal life. Amity Park.

Hello everyone! Welcome to my first vampire Danny fanfiction. I know I should be working on OMFT but I couldn't get this idea out of my head. If you want more, feel free to PM about it. I still need to figure out how this story is going to come out but I'm in for suggestions. Hate it? Love it? Want to stab a stake through its heart? Let me know and I'll see you next time!