Hey all. :3
The name's Megan. Thanks for peeking at my fanfiction.
This is my second, because the first one was Twi and it failed man.
AND Morganville is better, Right?
Whatever. ONWARDS TO STORYDOMM.

P.S. I don't own any of these characters. :D


I walked up the sidewalk to my father's house, my parents were recently divorced and the custody was shitty. I was seventeen and being shoved around from house to house like a kindergarten class pet. I sighed checking my bag for my necessities. There was my laptop, my ipod, and one of the few books I brought.

Perfect.

My father was behind me carrying the suitcases I brought with my clothing, and said books, up to the door and was unlocking it like a pro.

He opened the door and signaled for me to enter before him, I nodded thanking him while he walked by me taking my bags up to my room. I sighed walking to the living room to look out of the front window, there were kids playing.

I turned away and began to look around my new home for the summer until I started classes at the university here. My mom didn't want me jumping into extreme college life, sure I could make my own choices and I did. I didn't want to be living in a dorm anyways.

I suddenly got the urge to take a long walk. I don't know why, I suppose the grass was so lush, and the neighborhood looked like it was promising for my safety.

"I'm going for a walk." I said looking towards the stairs, I saw my father walk down them an grunt at me.

"Be back before sunset… For dinner. My girlfriend's coming over." He said looking at her with a smile, "She's bringing her daughter whose your age over, her name's Monica."

I shuddered. That name made me feel as though I was never going to get along with her, "All-right dad." I said shifting my weight and walking out of the front door and shutting it behind me.

I began walking down to the opposite end of the street that my father had brought me down, and looked around at the houses. They all seemed the same it was eerie. The styles were the same, it was like a mega cookie-cutter neighborhood. I shuddered, even where I came from this wasn't normal.

I walked on, looking at the almost identical houses until I got to the one on the end…

It was different than the other houses on the street. It looked old, and it was different.

It wasn't one of those stupid same style houses from before, it was big and white -- well a dark white from the age of the paint. There was a rot iron fence around the house and the garden looked well tended to, it looked so welcoming, because it seemed like it called to me… I could have sworn it looked like it smiled…

A house. Smiling. Wait till I told mom about this, she'd surely drop me off in the loony bin.

I stood there a little longer until I saw a curtain move, and go back to place.

Maybe this town wasn't as boring as I thought it would be.

- - -

As dad told me to, I was back before the sunset. I walked up the driveway and spotted the expensive looking red convertible car and groaned. So it was one of THOSE people.

I opened the door and walked in spotting my father and some young blond thing next to him.

"Hey dad." I said stepping into the kitchen, blondie looked over at me in distaste, I rolled my eyes.

"Claire!" my father said walking towards me, "This is Monica." he added pointing to the Blondie.

"Hey." I said looking at her.

"Hi." She added looking away from me and at her nails.

I hardly made it through dinner. I gritted my teeth the whole fucking show. Monica looked a the meal with a look of disgust, and then she insulted my things.

"That's it." I said standing up, "Excuse me. I have other obligations that I must attend to." I pushed my chair into the table and walked out of the front door.

"Claire-" She'd heard her father yell before she slammed the door. Hard.

I ran away from the cookie-cutter house. I ran down the deserted streets. It was even more eerie than just the cookie cutter houses from earlier…

Curtains in the cutesy houses were drawn, the dark made the whole neighborhood look like it was dead… Haunted even.

She slowed her run down to a brisk walk.

"What the hell was I thinking?" I asked myself out loud, continuing to walk down the street. She spotted the house that she'd been admiring earlier. The curtains were open for the time, and I could see two people inside. There was a goth girl who was smiling smugly down at the guy who - in a strange way - reminded me of an angel.

I sighed looking to the horizon as the last of the sun was setting… The hair on my neck stood up, it was like I knew that I shouldn't be out. My body screamed to run back to dad's, but my emotions said to stay, that girl was probably there with her mother. I sighed just standing on the sidewalk looking at the horizon still,

(I DON'T LIKE FIRST PERSON ANYMORE.)

the gray light which used to comfort her now frightened her. The bats that had come out of the trees scared her even more then they used to. She wondered what was wrong with her. Claire ran her hand through her brown locks and sighed looking down at the street.

She knew that she'd regret coming out. Her father sounded angry or was that worry? Why could her father possibly be worried about her in this cookie cutter neighborhood with no one outside.

She sighed once more, and again got that feeling as if something bad was going to happen… Or that she was being watched. To her they felt the same, not that she knew exactly what it felt like in the first place…

"Hello?" She called out quietly. To her relief nothing replied, she sighed and spun around quickly coming face to face with a guy a little older than her who looked angry. Her eyes widened in terror.

"What the fuck?" she asked looking at the guy in fear, to be quiet honest in any other situation Claire would have noted how attractive this boy was, but since she was petrified -- not that that was going to harm her pissed off self.

"What do you want parasite." the boy said coldly.

"To go home." she squeaked looking behind his shoulder at something behind him, "How many reinforcements do you fucking need to get me down?" She asked coldly.

"I don't have any." The guy said taken aback.

"Then by all means tell the shit behind you to go away." Claire said backing up, the fear finally settling in. The man behind the boy got closer and the guy turned around in time to do absolutely nothing about the baseball bat that hit him square in the shoulders.

"Come on." The new guy said taking Claire's wrist firmly in his own, Claire was to stunned to protest…

"What about him?" she asked, half of her didn't want to know while the other half was curious.

"He'll live. Immortal and whatnot." The guy said cynically dragging Claire up the steps to the old house she'd been looking at.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked dumbly.

"Home." He said finally. Something in the way he said it made Claire not want to argue.

"Oh. OK." She squeaked. This was definitely not something she was used to.

The front door opened and shut like one of the doors in the Scooby-Doo cartoon haunted houses.

"Where the hell were you man?" The angelic boy asked smirking before seeing Claire.

"Playing hero again Shane?" the goth-girl asked, "Hey, I'm Eve by the way and this is Michael." She said pointing to herself and the guy Claire had seen with Eve earlier.

"Claire." She responded looking at Eve.

"Nice to meet you." she said smiling, Eve looked over to Shane and smirked, "So where'd you pick this cutie up?" Eve wiggled her eyebrows, Claire just blushed.

The guy who Eve called Shane dropped her hand and narrowed his eyes at Eve, "She was about to get attacked in the street." Shane said with enough acid in his voice to neutralize any amount of base in the world with a lot of leftovers.

"What?" Eve and Claire said in unison, Claire was looking at Shane in disbelief while Eve had ran over to the window to look out at the road where the attacker had been.

"Shane who was it?" Eve asked turning around looking at Shane with narrowed eyes, hand on hip.

"Never seen him before." Shane said crossing his arms looking at the screen and at Michael who was looking at Shane calmly.

"How do you know that?" Claire asked arms open in a questioning way.

"Because." Shane said going over to sit on the couch, taking the remote from the table as he went.

"Well, whatever. I need to get home. My father's…" She stopped, why did she feel the need to give a reason to these people. She walked to the door, "Thanks for saving me?" she asked in more of a question than a grateful remark.

"Don't." Michael ordered. "It's not safe at night." He remarked.

"I just live down the street." Claire said agitated.

"Well just look how safe it was last time." Shane remarked, not once taking his eyes off the television.

"Well I have to go." Claire said running her hand through her hair.

"You. Can't." Michael said soundly to Claire like a broke record.

Claire sighed thinking about going back to that awful girl and her mother, and the fact that there was some sort of guy that would have attacked her had Shane not intervened.

"Fine. I guess you're right." She said walking over to a chair next to a guitar defeated.


RIGHT.
I hoped you liked it. :D
I think I even have a plot planned out.
OH, and I fail at spelling and grammar most of the time, so Correct me if you will.

PS. Flaming is healthy.
I SUPPORT FLAMAGE. FTW.

PSS. Micheal is not a vampire. It's sort of alternate universe. I mean come on. Claire's parents divorced? Chyeah right.

PSS. If anyone has suggestions/wanna write it whatever with me then be my guest. I don't think this is something I can do all on my own.

OKAY. Reveiw? Flame? Anything?