Authors Note: Okay, well, this stor doesnt really belong to me. All I did was edit it. But it belongs to my wonderful friend, Katy. She couldnt post it, so I told her that I would post it under my account. BUT ALL CREDIT GOES TO HER! NOTHING BELONGS TO ME!!

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I am a not so unusual boy and she was a strange girl. There was something about her. from the day that she walked onto my per-cal class, i knew she was different. She never made eye contact with anyone in the room as she glided to her seat. She had shiny black hair that fell gently just below her shoulders in soft waves. Her skin was so pale and so delicate it looked as if it would shatter into a million pieces at the touch. It was luminescent.. She obviously wasn't one to show off her body, her clothes were modest and didn't show off her figure that i could tell she had. She sauntered to her seat without any awkward teenage moments. She was like an angel. White, beautiful, and carefree. As she sat, I was sure that she would fall to pieces right there in the middle of Mr. Thompson's pre-calculus class. But instead, she sat down and opened her book. She just sat there throughout class never looking up. I couldn't help but to stare at her for a time. She fascinate me. Everything about her seemed to demand my attention. I wanted to know exactly what she was thinking about. I hadn't know her for more than a minute and yet, in that one minute she captivated me. Her inky smooth hair looked like silk strings displayed out in one beautiful sheet. It shined in the early light like sunlight in a mirror. It was blinding and yet I couldn't help but stare at all its beauty. I must have been sitting and staring at her for the entire length of the class. The bell rang like an alarm telling you to get out of bed. The kind that you never want to hear. And just as silently as she had entered the class, she left.

I ran out of the classroom, ignoring my friends hello's, frantically looking for the girl who had stolen my heart. I don't know how she did it in forty-five short minutes but somehow, i only cared about her. I didn't even know her name and i found my self looking for her as if my life depended on it. And the best part of it all, is that she was one of me. I knew what she was and soon she would know what i was. Just like her.. I have never encountered one of my own kind outside of my family. The only reason that people did not stare at her for as long as they stared at me when i first came, is because they have seen me and my sister. Our beauty is blinding but most of my classmates have become accustomed to it just as they had grown accustomed to our steady absences over time.
I had to find her. I knew I did and yet it felt like she had just simply vanished, just the way I thought most people would think I did. It was torture. Slow, agonizingly, sick torture. One of the blackest kinds. I have a power you see, we vampires sometimes have these powers. I have the ability to pinpoint people and vampires alike. I try not to use my power too often, i enjoy being as human as possible. Though this girl had such a power on me that i felt impelled to use my splendid gift. But i thought about this before acting on impulse. What could i possible say to someone like her that would attract her attention? Would i be of any interest to her? Would she be compelled to leave for fear of territorial conflict? I hadn't the slightest notion. I decided that i would go through my day as if it were any other day and talk to Clara about it first before i do anything foolish. Clara is my older sister. Clara is pale just like everyone else of our kind, and she is beautiful. Clara has perfect honey brown hair with natural brown streaks in it. She is normal size but has curves in all the right places. Her hands are dainty and seem to flutter over all that she touches. Her eyes are always a caramel color that glisten in the evening sun. Her nose is perfect and her mouth, each lip like God had drawn it Himself. She is like my right hand. Whenever i am about to make a decision, i usually check with her first. She has a power of seeing the outcome of decisions. So it is not that i cant make my own decision, but with my luck, I could use the extra help. She and I live with two others, Avery and Daphne. They are each 21 and lived together when Clara and I found them. Daphne has a good heart and loves everyone. She has short, shoulder length hair and the palest skin you've ever seen. She's like a flower, everyday she gets more and more beautiful. Daphne has mind control as a power, it's spectacular. And then there's Avery. Avery is a man and a half. He doesn't have a power really other than being strong and persuasive. He has a way with words that just makes you want to believe him. He has short brown hair and the most brilliant shade of golden eyes. He is pale of course but he is a more humanly natural pale. Avery is normally the one to accept humans and not other vampires. Quite strange really but we are related. Technically we aren't related but we are the closest thing to family anyone of us has.

The next three classes went like a blur. I hardly pay attention in class anyways but after this morning, nothing seemed to grab my attention. All through World History, Advanced Physics, and English, i couldn't keep my mind off of that girl. Who was she and where did she come from? Was she like me? Did she bring family? Avery wouldn't be happy about that but i am sure Daphne would greet them with open arms. I honestly don't know what it is about this dainty girl that captivates me but she has that something. As the bell that ended my fourth class rang through my ears, it brought me back to reality. I walked the gloomy halls of Breckenridge High until i finally reached the cafeteria. Fourth period English was really starting to bore me. After taking that class in various forms for 121 years, it can get old. I walked into the cafeteria and went to my normal seat, with Clara. People are intimidated by our beauty so Clara and i choose to sit by ourselves. I do have other people that i talk to but mostly for school purposes only. I sat down without any food, by now all the humans were accustomed to Clara and I not eating. I sat in silence for a moment or two, lost in my own thoughts. I was grateful to Clara to let me sit in myself for a moment. I thought about how to explain to Clara that i had found the girl of my dreams. I tried to asses how i would inform Clara that i had found the one i knew i have to be with. She could obviously see in my eyes that i had something to tell her.

Clara caught my gaze and looked at me with worried eyes. Her facial expression was hard yet soft. I knew she only wanted to know what was wrong but for some reason, i wanted this girl for myself. I am being selfish and i want to keep this beautiful angel that i stumbled across all to myself. But i knew i would end up telling her anyways. And i needed her help. She didn't move a muscle as she changed her expression to pleading, begging me to tell her what was on my mind.

"Clara, i saw a girl today", I muttered in a hush tone, so low i was sure no human ears could hear. "She is one of us i think. I didn't see her eyes so i don't know for sure, but the way she carries herself, and her appearance..I am sure of it Clara."

Clara's face suddenly filled with relief. Relief of what i do not know but i was glad she wasn't frustrated. It's difficult to reason with her when she is frustrated. My sister tried to soothe me with her silky voice. "Calm down Aiden, i am sure that you are just jumping to conclusions", she pleaded with me.

I opened my mouth to prove her wrong but just as i began to speak, there she was. The girl. She entered the cafeteria and everyone in the room moved their eyes and their attention to the petite pale girl standing in the entrance of the cafeteria. It was then that i saw her eyes. They were green as a lime. Unusual yet entrancing. I have never seen anything like them before. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her as she floated to an empty table. As i sat there and watched her, i started to wonder how she could possibly be one of us if she had those wonderful eyes? Green is not the chosen color of eyes for a vampire. I couldn't stand seeing her alone there either. She looked so delicate, so vulnerable. I shot a quick glance at Clara for approval. She was still for a moment and shut her eyes in concentration. Her eyes slowly opened and she nodded at me in hesitation. I was free to talk to the mystery girl.