I had thought of this idea a couple hours ago and just said "What the heck? Why not start a new story?"

I do not own anything. Just my characters : Morgan Porter and Veronica Kean

I shifted in my bed, stretching my arms out and groaning.

"Morgan?" something poked my back.

I turned my head to see my friend, Veronica Kean. She had straight black hair that went to her shoulders. She had round face with dimples and to die for brown eyes. She was on the slim side with fair skin and always wore jeans and boots. At the moment, she was only wearing work out shorts and a white tank top.

My house gets hot during night, so Veronica theorized that we should sleep with barely anything on when she sleeps over. I was wearing a white mid sleeved shirt that ended at my thighs.

"Yeah?" I muttered, hiding my face deeper into my pillow.

"I heard something in the garage." She whispered.

Immediately, I sat up in my queen sized bed. My room was average sized for a three bedroom Vegas house, so I could fit my bed and a dressed into my open space and some shelves into my closet. Across my room was the laundry room which led to the garage. At night, you could hear anything that happened in the garage. And you barely hear anything because nothing alive was in there.

"Do you think someone broke in?" I asked as I got up and grabbed the Mase I had on my desk next to my bed. A couple years ago, when I was ten, two men broke in and tried to rape me. Luckily, my dad had walked in and shot them. We moved, but ever since I always had some type of weapon near me. Underneath my mattress, I had my 22. Extra bullets were in my desk drawer.

"Yeah, I heard a couple sounds." Veronica explained. She crawled to the edge of my bed and clung to my arm.

"Do you want to come with me? Or stay here?"

My dad had gone on vacation a couple days ago and thought that I was old enough to watch over the house alone. I invited Veronica to stay over for the four weeks he was gone and she gladly agreed.

"I want to come, just in case." She muttered, climbing off the bed so she could follow me.

My feet curled when they touched the cold tile in the hallway. I held a shiver back as one of my hands reached forward slowly, to push the laundry door open. Veronica gripped me tighter when I flipped the light on to see the garage doors handle twisting back and forth. It showed that someone was in fact trying to get into my house.

I lifted my hand up and braced myself, ready to spray the person.

The door clicked open and a tall man appeared, his blue eyes sweeping over the small room.

"Ack!" I sprayed him in the face and he fell back, clutching his face. I heard something click, and thinking it was a gun, I shoved Veronica back and pushed her towards my room. She got in, and was holding a hand out to pull me in, but cold hands wrapped around my waist and yanked me back.

"Mother fucker!" I yelled, ramming my legs back, trying to get out of his grasp. The man let out a throaty laugh but didn't release his hold. I struggled harder when I heard Veronica pleading in my room.

My capture started to tug me towards my living room. I growled in anger and quickly lashed out, catching the man in the jaw.

"Stop fucking moving." He snarled in my ear.

In some part of me, I knew I should have listened to him. But when I heard Veronica scream in shock, I knew that wasn't possible. I had to get to my friend, to my sister. If I could, I would do anything to save her.

"No!" I spat, my hands lashing out again.

The man growled in anger and suddenly I wasn't planted to the ground anymore. The guy had picked me up and threw me over his shoulder!

"Mother fucker!" I yelled, pounding my fists on his back but he didn't even show he had noticed it.

I heard him chuckle, "Nice underwear."

I felt me face go red. I had nothing on underneath my shirt, which would show off my underwear. The pervert!

"Jerk." I muttered, folding my arms.

"Hey!" I heard Veronica screech and then a loud thump.

I wanted to scream, to tell her to beat that guy's ass, but I knew if I did, that my own capture would get mad and do something. I didn't want that.

"Here." The guy muttered as he plopped me down on one of my single red fabric chairs.

For my living room, I had two single red chairs with plush green pillows. I had light hardwood floor with a green carpet with a red lining on it diagonally in the middle of the floor. A circular wooden table was next to my chair with some magazines laid out, mainly ESPN and Sports Center. The other single chair, across from me, had its back facing my dark kitchen table set that was exactly across from two wooden barstools and my small, but spacey, kitchen. My white fridge had pictures of me, and my younger brother Jacob, hugging each other and Conner, my ex-boyfriend, and me jumping into my Aunt Danny's pool.

I looked up to see a teen age boy dragging a struggling Veronica out of the hall and roughly shoving her into the red loveseat next to me.

"Hey!" I complained at his roughness. Not fair, we are only girls!

My capture growled at me.

"Who are you? What do you want? If you want money, I'll give it to you!" I offered.

The two men frowned before shaking their heads.

The oldest one had blond hair and menacing blue eyes. He was pretty tall, and that was saying something if you came from a tall family. His skin was super pale, paler than mine, and his back was hunched like he had looked down for too long.

The youngest had dark hair and grey eyes. He was short, with tattoos all over his body. I could see this because he was wearing some white tunic that was see through if you had dark colors underneath. And his tattoos were dark.

"We only wish to know how we woke up in your garage." The youngest said with a soft voice.

I frowned. No one could have gotten into my garage without me hearing it. The door would have made too much noise.

"That's impossible! I would have known if someone had put you people in there." I muttered.

The blonde rolled his eyes, "Than explain how we woke up in there."

I scowled. The two men looked familiar and it was annoying the heck out of me. The answer was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't place them.

"We don't know." Veronica finally spoke up.

The two men frowned before there was that familiar clicking sound. At first, I had thought it was a gun cocking, but now. Two fangs appeared in the blonde's mouth.

Everything hit me full force. I knew where I recognized these people, and why they were so familiar. Eric Northman and Godric. That was who they were. My favorite characters out of my favorite show. And they appeared in my house, in my garage! I couldn't believe it.

And neither could Veronica because she fainted.

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