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Lima, Ohio

For over a century, i've been living in secret. Hiding in the shadows, alone in the world. Until now. I am a vampire, and this is my story.

Sam's POV

He knew he shouldn't have came. It was far too dangerous. This is where it all started for him. The beginning and ending of his human life, and the birth of this curse that currently resides in him despite how much he eats, accompanied by the urge to kill. His thirst, or hunger really. Sure he only fed on the blood of animals, but that didn't make him any less of a monster. He looked down at the squirrel that was currently laying limp in his hands. Right, still a monster. Sam sighed and stood up. He looked around the musty woods. The sign of dawn approaching a new day. Today was the day he would see her.

Mercedes' POV

Dear Diary,

Today will be different. It has to be. I will smile, and it will be believable. My smile will say, "I'm fine, thank you. Yes, I feel much better." I will no longer be the sad little girl who lost her parents. I will start fresh. Be someone new. Its the only way i'll make it through.

-Mercedes

"Morning, Emma" Mercedes tried to sound as chipper as possible once she came down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Morning, Cedes." Emma said distractedly. She looked absolutely frazzled. Her hair was in a sloppy pony-tail, and she was balancing the money from her purse, trying to smooth all of it out to make it look neater. She always hated being called 'aunt' and just preferred Emma.

Emma was Mercedes' mom's adoptive sister. She was a tiny ginger, who couldn't be anymore opposite than Mercedes' mom who was African American, but their love went far beyond skin deep. Emma was really sweet, spontaneous, and was only about ten years older than Mercedes, making her 26 years old. She's been taking care of Mercedes and Matt since their parents died in a car accident three months ago, and because she was Mercedes' only Aunt, Emma obliged. Their dad had a brother, but he was slightly weird whenever he visited, and rubbed people the wrong way. Plus no one wanted anything to do with him anyways, mainly because he left Ohio way a decade ago. Mercedes' dad's parents lived in California. But their lives were here, and Emma couldn't bare to separate from them. They were the only family she had since her adopted parents died a few years ago, so she moved into their old house, and willingly took the responsibility of raising two teens.

"What are you doing?" Matt, Mercedes' younger brother, asked Emma. Taking a bite of his toast.

"I meant to make lunch for you guys, but I stood up all night. And-"

"Oh, Emma, its fine…" Mercedes cut her off. She knew she tried her hardest. Emma has never had anything she was committed to. The longest she stayed committed to something had to do with College. And she slacked even then, since she only got her degree last semester.

"No, here." Emma gave up, just throwing any money that was in her hand on the table.

Matt eagerly grabbed the money.

"Thanks Em" He said as he kissed her forehead and grabbed his bag. Mercedes followed him toward the door.

"Have a great day kids!" Emma called out after them-heavy on the sarcasm on the 'great' and 'kids'.

"BYE!" They both yelled out.

When Mercedes made it out the door, Santana was pulling in her driveway to give her a ride to school. Matt took his bike. Always his bike, thats how its been for the last three months.

"So, what'd you do all summer?" Mercedes turned to the gorgeous latina after they said their greetings. They were best friends since before either could remember. She lived right down the street, and Mercedes really did miss her. She felt a little guilty, but she was mourning. Seeing people was the last thing on her mind.

Santana eyed her a little before answering.

"Nothing really, Britts and I have been hanging out, she's pretty cool."

"That Brittany Pierce chick?" Mercedes asked, vaguely remembering seeing them in the mall, during one of Emma's many failed attempts at getting them out of the house.

"Thats the one. Anyways, then you know I spent a lot of time with mi abuela. I haven't really spent time with her since I moved out of Lima Heights Adjecent." She paused, "You know, I think I may be psychic!"

"What?" It was Mercedes' turn to side-eye.

"Yeah, there mi abuela and I were, sitting, eating dinner, and watching the lottery, when I guessed every single number. And you know there are quite a few numbers in those lottery ticket things." Santana explained.

"Okay, okay." Mercedes smiled.

"Well…" Santana hesitated, "My grandma told me we came from a line of these Bennet witches that were from generations and generations ago… isn't that crazy?" Santana bit her lip.

"And you don't believe it?"

"I don't know… maybe?" Santana said.

"Mmm," Mercedes thought it was a bit weird and random, but life was always throwing those curve balls, it could be true, and she wouldn't be the least bit surprised. "So what do you predict is going to happen this year for me?" She asked

"Oh, you're going to have a great year!" Santana perked.

"What makes you so sure?" Mercedes forced a smile.

"Because i'm psychic, and I am all-knowing now!" Santana laughed.

"Right…" Mercedes joined in on her laugh.

They finally arrived at McKinely High. Mercedes took a huge breath, it was the moment she'd been dreading.

"You okay?" Santana asked once she turned off the engine.

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you." Mercedes' line that she's practiced all morning came out too formal. Santana made a face.

"Look, Wheezy, I know that may work on other people, but i'm your oldest-best friend, I know you're trying, but that doesn't mean covering how you feel is gonna make it better. You can tell me anything, you know that." Santana put her hand on her best friend's shoulder.

"Wheezy? Really Tana?" Mercedes mocked indignance.

"You know I keep it real" She winked and they both smiled.

"I know, and thanks Tana, I just need a little more time, but as far as everyones concerned, i'm 'fine'" And with that Mercedes smiled genuinely, and got out of the car. Santana got out too.

"If you say so, lets do this!" Santana said as she looped her arm with Mercedes' and activated her car alarm.

Mercedes and Santana made it to Mercedes' locker. Santana was talking animatedly about her summer with Brittany. The school's tall, blonde girl, that can dance better than anyone Mercedes knew. Their new-found friendship should've alerted Mercedes, Brittany was on the Cheerios and the school's gymnastics team, and they'd never said a word to eachother before. Thinking back on it Brittany, though sometimes clueless, was nice to everyone. Maybe thats why Mercedes didn't mind. But the way she spoke of the gymnast is what alerted her. Mercedes didn't think she was gay. Tana had been with more guys than Mercedes had tops, but now-a-days, stuff like that didn't seem to mean anything anymore.

Mercedes looked passed Santana and down the hall where she caught Puck's eye. She immediately skimmed over to the opposite lockers. She felt her demeanor change as guilt set in. Santana must've sensed it too because she asked if Mercedes was okay.

"Yeah, i'm fine… really I-" Mercedes got cut off by a squeal

"Hey Mercedes! Oh my gosh, how are you?" Quinn walked up to them and hugged Mercedes.

"I'm fine" She responded, "thank you."

"I haven't seen you all summer, I've really missed you!" Quinn pouted her lip. Quinn was beautiful, and blonde, captain of the Cheerios, and also one of Mercedes best friends.. She had one of those faces that you'd desire, no matter who you were. Any girl's self confidence would take a punch with her in the room. Quinn knew she was pretty, but she never let it get the best of her. Which sucked, because she's one of those girls you wanna hate since she's so pretty, but you just can't because she's so down-to-earth, and means well.

"I've missed you too, Quinn! A whole lot!" Mercedes responded genuinely.

Quinn looked over her shoulder toward Puck, everyone should've expected it. All four of them always met at her locker at the beginning of the year.

"So you and Puck…" Quinn let her sentence hang. She turned back to Mercedes, and had a face of such remorse, she couldn't get mad at Quinn for bringing it up. Then again, they were soul-sisters, they told eachother everything, plus Quinn, Puck, and Santana were all best friends. It was hard to believe it was just a little over three months ago that everything seemed so different, so much easier.

"We broke up, and now he hates me." Mercedes admitted softly. She tried calling him after they broke up, but he wouldn't talk to her. When she broke up with him, he tried to convince her otherwise, that now more than ever she needed him. But thats the thing, Mercedes didn't need him. Having him worrying about her 24/7, he was a sweetheart, but she couldn't help but feel like a mentally institutionalized toddler when he acted like that. Mercedes internally laughed at that, remembered one too many times when Santana was so lovingly blunt to the schools 'star' Rachel Berry, who also happened to be Puck's cousin. But really, she didn't need that feeling. Besides, just because her life was temporarily-though admittedly some days it felt like it would be forever-put on hold, didn't mean his had to be, too.

"Aw, sweety, i'm sure he doesn't" Quinn reassured, and Mercedes grimaced.

Santana looked back at him, "Poor Puck, but he had to understand why you needed your space. I mean the rest of us did."

"It was more than that. I love him, he is-or was my best friend… but we both knew I didn't love him that way. He's too much like a brother. I knew we shouldn't have started going out. I blame myself." Mercedes announced sullenly, shaking her head.

Mercedes looked over at him, and at the same time, he looked back at her. They stared at eachother for a few seconds, and Mercedes noted that he did lose some of his old Puck features. She tried to wave, but he just ignored her, shut his locker and walked away. Mercedes sighed, she hoped she didn't lose one of her best friends. She always hoped they would still remain besties. Obviously right now, it wasn't ever going to be the case.

"He'll come around." Santana said, and Quinn nodded her approval.

"C'mon Mercy. The bells gonna ring soon, lets get to class." Quinn pulled Mercedes' arm through her own.

The trio walked past the hall till the back of some tall, blonde guy that was standing by his locker caught Santana's attention. He was wearing a leather jacket, and nicely fitted jeans.

"Whoa, hold up!" Santana stopped them, "Who the hell is that?" Mercedes could see that sex-shark glint appear in her eyes.

"Who's who?" Mercedes looked around.

"The blonde." Santana pointed and Quinn slanted her eyes in a way that showed she was trying to think. Apparently nothing came up.

"I don't have a clue. But damn, that back!" She said.

"I don't see him!" Mercedes tip-toed, and her friends laughed, she was well shorter than them.

"Come here." Santana said, and moved them to the same side of the hall as him, so Mercedes would just have to look straight ahead.

Then she saw him.

Honestly, he did look good from the back, but it was just the back. He was some ways down, so there was no way she could've seen him from where they were standing before.

Quinn and Santana giggled. "C'mon Mercy, lets just hope we can catch his face!"

And as if on cue, he turned toward them, but Mercedes wasn't looking, Matt caught her eye going into a near-by bathroom.

"I'll be back" She exclaimed, Quinn and Santana just waved her away too enthralled by the new hottie. Mercedes just rolled her eyes at their antics and ran into the boys' bathroom.

It was empty. Save her brother who was putting eye drops in his eye.

"Seriously? First period didn't even happen yet, and you're high already!" Mercedes reprimanded.

"Shut up, I didn't do anything." Matt turned away from her.

"Really?" She pushed him till he ended up against the way. Obviously shocking him since he stumbled, turned him toward her, and pried his eyes wide open. His eyes had the telltale sign of being high, with his red eyes, and dilated pupils, "Real nice, Matt!"

"Whatever." He said as he pushed past her toward the exit.

"Matt!" Mercedes called after him, but he just walked faster.

After he left. Mercedes leaned her hands against the counter and closed her eyes. She didn't know what to do. She dealt with her parents' death by cutting everyone off, Matt dealt with it by getting high, and drinking the nights away. She worried so much for him. He was only a year younger, but a year has so much experiences, and this is not one that would be pleasant. Especially to a teenager that has barely found himself. After a moment she opened her eyes as the warning bell rang and exited the bathroom.

"Oup!" Mercedes huffed, and nearly got tossed backwards, if something hard wasn't stopping her.

"Whoa, sorry." A deep voice said, and she realized it was his arms that was holding her upright. They felt so strong, but he quickly let go, and she staggered a little.

Mercedes slowly looked up. He had converse sneakers on. He had fitted jeans on that she noticed before, a dark brown belt that went amazing with the dark wash of his jeans, a navy v-neck, and a leather jacket. This guy was at least 6 inches taller than her. Her head barely cleared his shoulders… his extremely broad shoulders, she noted. A strong jaw structure that had a little stubble along its path. He had really plump lips that looked absolutely delicious, if she could say so herself. But she couldn't see his eyes. He had sunglasses on. And his hair was a dirty blond that was cut short enough that you could still see his eyes (if the glasses weren't on).

"Oh, its okay" Mercedes laughed shamefully.

"Was... is this the boys' bathroom?" He motioned to the door and taking off his glasses at the same time.

"Uh, yeah, you know, long line in the girl's one…" She chuckled stupidly and felt her face getting red at her lie.

"Right, well…" They made eye contact, he had gorgeous green eyes that felt like gravity, or really a supermassive black hole that was sucking her in. Puck had nice hazel eyes, but damn! She couldn't believe she underestimated him earlier, this boy was definitely handsome.

"Um, yeah, sorry about that. Excuse me." Mercedes stammered, and walked past him toward her class. She lookedback, but he was already in the bathroom.

Sam's POV

The Lima graveyard? Really? Sam thought as he watched her sitting and writing in a book. He guessed it was her diary. He couldn't say much. He wrote in one himself from time to time. Especially when times were tough. He understood though. That was Mercedes Jones, and her parents just passed away. He had a few classes with her, and though it was the first day, she seemed nothing like who she looked like. Nothing at all.

He watched silently as Mercedes got freaked out by a crow that was squawking at her from a headstone. She was now trying to shoo it away. Sam chuckled at her stance. It was just a bird, an annoying bird, but a bird nonetheless.

Then he stopped cold. Wait, something was off. Was that… fog?

Sam didn't have much time to ponder it, because Mercedes was quick. She stiffened as she noticed it, and took off in his direction. He went to the bottom of the hill from where he was standing. There was a little stream at the bottom, and it was a good thing that he decided to stand there. It looked like she underestimated the steep of the hill and couldn't stop. In a flash Sam stood in front of her before the stream so she wouldn't fall in. Bumping into her like before, but this time to genuinely help her, and not just stop to chat.

"Oup!" She fell back. He would've stopped her, except if he didn't let her go, and just held her, he would've freaked her out. After all, how does one take that much velocity and not even stagger. He figured she was smart, and would ask questions about that later, and questions were the last things he wanted. Plus, if he held on to her, he would've bruised her. Better a slight pain in the booty that would go away in a few minutes, then a bruise that'll be there for days.

"Whoa!" He said a little too loudly. Internally slapping himself for being so lame.

"Wha-are you okay?" Mercedes looked up at him, and tried to blink back pain Sam assumed, or the sun was just shining in her face.

"Yes, i'm fine." He chuckled and held out a hand

"Are you sure? I came full-force. I am SO sorry" She said as she took his hand and stood. He guessed she didn't realize who she was talking to yet. The sun was still in her face.

"Positive, are you okay? I almost fell, but you definitely took a fall." He noted.

She was checking her hands, and her clothes in general. She was wearing a simple purple shirt, and a cheetah print jacket with jeans and flats.

She smiled and looked up at him. Sun now out of her face, he knew she recognized him as the boy she walked into earlier, if it wasn't for the lack of sun, he could tell from her wide-eyed expression.

"You must think I'm beyond clumsy." She stated as she scrunched up her nose.

"Not at all, but I do think its about time we introduce ourselves." Sam held out his hand once more, "Sam"

"Mercedes," She shook it and smiled, "Plus I don't we have history together."

"And math" Sam grinned. He could hear her breath hitch, and her heart pick up. Though he couldn't understand why he could smell it so clearly. So delicious.

"Ri-"

"Did you hurt yourself?" He asked a little too quickly, and grateful that she didn't answer the first time he asked.

He watched apprehensively as she pulled her jeans up a little.

Sure enough, blood.

"Ew, yeah, guess I did…" She looked at him apologetically.

He felt the telltale sign of his killing instinct take over, and the pool of hunger that burned in his throat and flowed in his stomach, he quickly turned around before she not only senses the monster, but sees the monster as well.

"Hey, i'm sorry if blood makes you queasy. I covered it, its all gone." She sounded reassuring.

It still didn't cover the fact that Sam could hear it, and smell it.

"You should get it cleaned." He stated, back still against her.

"Its really not that bad." He heard her voice turn 90 degrees-being a vampire had its perks, so he knew for a fact she was looking at her leg. He took that opportunity to flee.

He was a while away, but he could still faintly hear her. "Where in the hell…?"

"Great job not looking like a freak, Sam. Damn those instincts." He reprimanded himself aloud.

Well, word on the street is Joe Hart, one of the most popular guys in school, was having a party the next night. He'd try to talk to her then, maybe go with that 'blood makes you queasy' story. The party was down at the lake on Joe's family property, a place that made Sam squirm a little. The Hart family had a long history with vampires-much like the Cohen-Chang's family-they both hated Vampires, and their old property had chambers that would kill them. That was 145 years ago, but still, those memories will stick with Sam for the rest of his existence.

But he came for a reason, and he would get to know her. He had too.

Sam was looking at a picture of Katherine when his many generations down-the-line nephew walked in showing him some article of an "Animal attack."

"Uncle Samuel! I know you need a place to stay, but I already told you, this was not allowed. No ones supposed to die. That was my condition for you to stay in my hou-!"

Sam had enough of his bossiness, and then there were the events of the day that made him on-edge.

Talking to her for the first time. Then going to a party where he learned of her past with her family and how they got into an accident. Their brakes gave and it was raining. Her dad lost control of the car, and they flew off the bridge. Matt and Mercedes made it, but the same couldn't be said about their parents. It broke Sam's heart. He went through some of the same things. Then how her life changed over the summer, even her relationship with Puck, and how that ended after he saw the way Puck sent longing glances to Mercedes. Sam couldn't help the jealousy that flared when he heard of their past. He shared some of the stories of his loneliness with her as well. He remembered that she was the first person he confided in in a very long time. The party got cut short when Rachel Berry, Puck's cousin got attacked by an 'animal' and was whisked away by the ambulance. Then not to mention Matt found her, and was beyond wasted so Mercedes had to tend to him.

"Your house?" He scoffed, "Surely you remember who's letting who stay where, David." He looked over his shoulder to the physically older man.

"Right, and I appreciate it, uncle, but this…" David spoke calmer, and quieter.

"I didn't do that." Sam said quietly, calmer himself. "Actually, I noticed fog yesterday, and I heard of that on the news this morning, plus another attack at that party I was at earlier. You're a little too late David. Theres another of my kind here." He turned to David who looked slightly frightened.

"I just have to find him, then ask him kindly to leave, if not then i'll have to kill 'em before he causes anymore trouble." Sam shrugged and turned to put the picture back in the antique box.

"Right, I trust that you're telling the truth, uncle." David started out the room

"I am." Sam said.

A few minutes after David left Sam's room, he felt an energy change.

His instincts took him to the window behind him.

Sam tensed, and slowly turned.

Lo-and-behold, it was his brother. Well, not necessarily brother, but in lack of a better word of what they used to be.

They grew up together, fell in love with the same girl, and transitioned together. They stayed together for another 40 years before they parted.

Why hadn't he figured it out earlier! The crow, the fog, the lurking feeling he's been having…

Those were his moves, it was all Mike.

Sam instantly felt more uneasy. He's back home too, but why? This wasn't gonna be good.

Sam took in his asian features. He looked the same, obviously, but Sam knew he changed. The hardness of his biceps crossing over his chest as his tall stature leaned against the sliding door's frame looked bulkier than Sam's. Was it possible that he had gained even more muscle?

He knew Mike picked up on his uneasiness when he simply smirked like nothing had happened between them the past 105 years.

"Hello, brother." Mike said with false-politeness.