Okay, so I know a lot of people have written stories for after the Reckoning, and trust me, I'm sure mine will suck, but here it is anyways. Don't like it? Don't read it. :) Sorry, I'm really hyper so I'm not exactly thinking before typing. . . Then again, when am I not hyper? Don't answer that. I'm trying to keep to the characters personalities as much as possible. I am literally flipping through the books while writing this. If you think I'm straying a little far from the proper them (you know what I mean), don't hesitate to say so. I'll try to write as much as possible, though no promises. I do not own anything, no duh. Did I mention I'm hyper? I don't really know why though. After all, I'm eating yogurt. I don't think that makes you hyper. Maybe it was the green tea I had earlier. I think it had caffeine. I'm sure none of you care about what is making me hyper so on with the show. . . or story. . . or whatever. You know what I'm talking about! Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest. Blah, blah, blah. Thank you,

DeadlyRedAlice

I stared down at the stupid piece of paper in my hands, hoping that I'd wake up soon, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I had already woke up, and not to anything pleasant. Why didn't I realize this before it was too late? I chided myself, even with knowing it wasn't my fault. Derek! He'll know what to do. I began to get off the temporary bed, but stopped, remembering where I was for the first time since I awoke. I glanced around the motel room. It wasn't anything extravagant. The walls were a creme color that almost matched the carpet. A window was off to the left, brown curtains hanging down loosely in front of it. A full body easel mirror stood next to the door leading to the adjoining bathroom. The room, other than that, was fairly bare, except for a painting over each bed. There were two beds, both fulls, again nothing special. The sheets were white (ish) and the blankets were a light tan brown, with fuzzies coming off if rubbed too hard or too much. The pillows were not exactly hard, more like firm, but still nothing too comfy. The covers were mud brown and tan in a swirly, loopy design that's only used in hotels. I took the bed on the left, and Tori had taken the bed on the right. Tori . . .

I slapped myself. Stupid thing to do. "Ow," I muttered, rubbing my forehead where I had hit myself. "Aren't you a genius?" I whispered, angry, though not exactly at myself, but at everything that had happened. I glanced down at the bed where Tori had once slept. I'd awaken around midnight, though I don't exactly know why. I hadn't heard anything loud or noticeable enough to get me out of my dreamless sleep, ghosts or humans, or anything, which was nice and yet I had woke up anyways, so it didn't really matter. It was just as if an internal alarm had went off. The weird thing though was that once I was awake, I heard nothing. Usually I could hear the steady breathing of Tori only a couple of feet away from me. I turned over toward the other bed and propped myself up on my elbow, expecting to see her black hair spread out on the pillow, her tall body leaving a slim but recognizable bump in the covers. I squinted, trying to let my eyes adjust to the darkness, and I noticed the next weird thing. Tori wasn't in her bed. In fact, it was made, as if she had never crawled into it, which I knew wasn't true, because I had been there when she'd gone to sleep. I jumped up, throwing the covers aside, barely landing on my feet. I stumbled a bit, but still managed to hurry to the made bed. All that was there was an unlined piece of paper, folded in half. On the top, written in Tori's handwriting was my name. Chloe.

"Why?" I mumbled, reading the letter once again. I looked at the motel's alarm clock. It flashed 2:19 a.m. in the dull yellow-ish light that seemed to have been blinking at guests for ages. Over two hours. That's how long I had been sitting on Tori's bed. By now she could have been anywhere. I glared at the note. Little drips of wetness were on it, making me believe she had shed a few tears. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," I whispered harshly, repeating myself. I didn't know exactly who I was calling stupid, me or Tori, but it hardly mattered. You are a sucky heroine. I sighed. I couldn't seem to be able to do anything on my own. I depended on everyone else so much. Tori was always right saying I never stood up for myself. I rolled my eyes at the irony. That's when something in me clicked into place. I got off her bed, more gracefully then I had getting off my own. I put the note down and began searching the room to see if Tori's stuff was anywhere. After two sweeps around the room, I gave up and slowly went to the bathroom. I was a little hesitant after the message. Opening the door, I gasped.

"No," I breathed out, eyes wide at the scene. The bathrooms usually peach (ish) walls were burnt black, but only in spots about two feet around, for they were odd circle looking shapes. Half the glass on the shower door was deformed from melting and the mirror was broken, cracks running through to each ends. After trying to turn it on, the light above flickered a few times before going out completely. The white (ish) fake tile floors seemed black, covered with ash, or something of the sort, and there was a large rift from the toilet to the door on the opposite wall. The toilet looked like crap, the top and the seat missing, no water at all. I swore before turning and rushing out of the room. It was time to do something. I wasn't going to be the dumb girl in the movie who couldn't do anything right. Those type always disgusted me. I gave Tori's bed one last glance. Time to wake everyone up. . .

Chloe,

Don't think that we are friends just because I'm only writing to you. The logic behind this is because you are the only one, even after everything we've been through, who seems to trust me. I am leaving, so it's not like they'll have anything to worry about anymore. I'll keep this short and simple. Simon, and I guess Derek, are my brothers, well my half-brothers. Kit Bae is my father. I guess that damn bitch was hiding another trick up her sleeve even after she was dead. I can no longer stay. You wouldn't understand. I decided to leave while you all were asleep, because I knew you'd question my reasoning. The truth is, I don't really have any reasoning. I just can't stay here, with them, knowing what I know. Don't ask me how I know, I just do. I know nobody will mind. In fact, I wouldn't even be surprised if no one knew, not even Kit himself. If that's the case, I wouldn't bother telling him, it'd just be a waste of time. Don't worry about me, even though I know you will, I'll be fine. Bye.

Tori

p.s. Sorry about the bathroom.

Sorry if it sucked. I plan on making my next chapters longer. I swear in later chapters there will be action, but this was kind of a introduction. I know anyone reading this has read all the books (or at least I'd hope so), but I plan to recap anyways through the chapters. It won't be long, I swear, because I know how annoying that can be. Really, I do. A little boring, yes, but I plan for it to get a lot more interesting. . . Mwahahahahaha. Just kidding. I'll save the evil laugh for later. I want to thank GuardianRoseHathaway for helping me. She is amazing. I'm proud to call her my sister. Ummm, not a lot of dialogue, mostly because she was alone in the middle of the night/morning, whatever. Like I said before this will get better. Anyways . . . Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest.

-DRA