NoTe: Ok so I noticed that there are around 200 hits to the 1st chapter, that's pretty awesome. The not so awesome part, only 4 reviews. Now I'm assuming you guys liked it and with the four reviews and private messages I've gotten I've been told this is a rather decent fan fiction. So I'm going to update this story as frequently as I can. The only thing I ask is that you guys give me your opinions, because if there is anything that you think would make this story more enjoyable I would really like to know.

Monica walked upstairs to her room and leaned against her window as she watched a storm steadily advancing towards her home. She sighed through her nose as the glass fogged up and she pressed her forehead harder against it, cherishing the coolness of it.

"Screw it, I'm going to kickboxing class tonight." With that she turned on her heel and went to her closet. She put on a pink tank top and dark blue short shorts. She tugged on her white sneakers and she was on her way to Carol's Classy Kicks, which also doubled as a shoe store.

At first she was walking, but checking the time on her watch she realized she only had thirty minutes to get there, plus she didn't want to get rained on. She didn't know when it would start to downpour, so she began jogging as a warm up before sprinting to her class. She was there with seven minutes left to spare. She walked into her class and jumped into the ring.

"Monica? Is that you?" Carol joked around. "You're awfully early. What's the occasion?" She asked Monica.

"Mom's not coming back until tomorrow morning so I didn't have a ride tonight." She told Carol, who took notice to Monica's attitude.

"Is something wrong, Monica? You seem a little tense." Monica blushed at the comment.

"Uh, no, nothing's wrong, just a little agitated. You know? Teenaged hormones and junk." She said while hitting at a punching bag after pulling her fingerless gloves on. Carol nodded her head with a knowing smile.

"Ah, I see. So what's his name?" She asked casually. Monica ceased her punching for a minute before resuming her version of venting.

"His name? What are you talking about, Carol?" She answered with a question and punched the bag thrice. Carol only laughed at her favorite pupil while stacking boxes of sports shoes.

"Oh come on, just 'cause I'm blonde doesn't mean I'm stupid. I was your age once too, kiddo, believe it or not." Monica laughed and shook her head and she bounced a few times before attacking the bag again. "So spill it."

"Spill what?" Another two punches and a low kick was delivered to the bag on Monica's behalf.

"His name, Monica, what's the boy's name?" Carol laughed before threatening Monica with floor washing duty for a month.

"Let's see, say those cursed, masculine syllables or become best friends with the floor boards…tough choice." Monica mocked.

"Monica Eris Armstrong, name…now." Carol commanded with a serious expression. Monica sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Do I have to?" She whined. Carol's stern look was her only answer. With a sigh and an angry punch, Monica caved in and finally told Carol what she wanted to hear.

"It's nothing really serious though. I mean, I just met the guy today. If you want to know his name that badly…" She looked over at Carol's bright eyes and tilted head. "His name is Gregory."

"Well that certainly is a charming name. What's he like?" Carol said dreamily in a mocking matter.

"I only met him today, and so far I'm thinking he's a total jerk and in dire need of a reality check." She punched the bag angrily before continuing on. "Honestly, though, I think I can get rid of him in a few days."

"Well why would you want to get rid of this Gregory fellow?" Carol asked her. The answer was simple.

"He's asking for way too much from me and I've only known him for barely a day, Carol, that's why I want to get rid of him." Carol put down the pair of pink sports shoes she had been inspecting and pointed a finger at Monica.

"Good call, don't ever let any man even suggest that to you. You're better than that, Monica." The blonde instructor said with a smile. A few minutes later the rest of the students came in and class began. The course lasted for an hour and a half and everyone went home. Carol gave Monica a ride home, whilst having "the talk" with her.

"Oh, good God, Carol, it's never going to amount to anything! He's a total loser. Besides… I already had "the talk" with Mom." Monica sighed as she explained herself.

"Well, I just want to make sure you're prepared for the future." Carol said sheepishly. Monica only chuckled as they pulled up to her house in the pouring rain.

"I know. Thanks for the ride, Carol. I'll see you tomorrow." As she was about to shut the door, Carol shouted to her.

"Class is cancelled tomorrow, we'll be meeting up on Saturday instead." Monica nodded and bade Carol a good night while closing the car door and watching the silver car pull out of the drive way. Monica pulled her house key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She went upstairs to her room where she proceeded to undress, put on her favorite pastel pink bathrobe, and walked to the bathroom.

She showered for a good thirty-five minutes, thinking all the while. Not about Gregory, but about Tony. How does a twelve year old boy get tangled up with vampires? I mean seriously, why would you put yourself in that situation? There has to be something I'm missing. Maybe if I talk to Tony…

Monica turned the water off and grabbed the white towel that was hanging right outside of the shower door. She wrapped it around her body and stepped out, walking back to her room hurriedly, goose bumps rising on her skin from the chill of the air. When she was back in her room she went to her dresser and grabbed a pair of black pajama shorts and a bright, neon green tank top. She put them on, along with her green fuzzy slippers, and sat over by her desk.

She opened the DELL laptop and checked her Facebook account. She had on new friend request and a message. She checked the friend request first, to see that it was from Anna Sackville-Bagg. She picked her arms, with her palms raised, and slapped them back down on her lap.

"How the hell did she find me?" She questioned the air, clearly frustrated.

Monica lightly bit down on her lip before clicking the 'accept' button. After that she checked the message. This time it was from Rudolph. She pondered why Rudolph hadn't sent her a friend request as well. She proceeded to check his message anyways.

Hi Monica,

I understand this may also be very peculiar for you, vampires on Facebook and whatnot, but we're here to help you. I'll answer any questions you have. Anna will give you instructions on what to do if anything odd with the amulet should happen. We don't have cell phones so the only way you'll be able to reach us is either by Facebook or by actually coming to Tony's house. Also, Gregory is on here. He feels it's not right speak to you first, he wants you to come to him when you're ready.

Huffing through her nose and rolling her blue eyes, Monica typed out her response to the young vampire.

Hey Rudolph,

I appreciate that you and Anna will be here for me. I'll be sure to ask you any questions I have in the future and I promise to talk to either you or Anna if anything strange happens with my necklace. In the mean time I think I just want to be alone.

She sent it as soon as she was finished, not even going over it to make it sound nice or more polite. That part didn't interest her, nor did it concern her. She went onto her mom's Facebook page to see if her mom had updated her status saying that there would be a change of plans, and she had. Monica read that her mom would be out of town for another four days.

"What the hell, Mom…" Monica hissed. She commented, leaving seven question marks. "I should've known she'd pull that again." Rudolph responded and she clicked on the message button again.

Forgive me for rushing but it would be better for all of us if you would talk to Gregory sooner rather than later. Please, Monica, you have to understand what we're going through. This life is not one worth living, trust us. We've had to feed off the blood of cows for centuries, it's disgusting to hear isn't it? Not to mention we can't go out in the day, can't feel what you feel, we can barely tolerate a small amount of light, and so much more. Imagine going through that, being saved from it all, only to be put through it again. Please help us.

After reading his message, she closed her eyes softly and typed back slowly.

I can't.

She signed off and stormed downstairs where she grabbed a Granny Smith apple from the fridge and bit down into it almost furiously. When she was done chewing her solitary bite, she slammed the apple onto the island in the kitchen and began talking to herself.

"Okay, seriously? I mean I get that the kid's scared and all that and he just wants to be normal, but really? You're gonna try and make me pity you? Uh, no, I don't think so." I swear, these people's soul purpose in life, of lack thereof, is to piss me off and make me feel awkward.

She grabbed a phone, debating on calling her mom and telling her to come pick her up, but then she put it back on the charger. She went back to her room, this time not as quick paced, not as aggravated, not feeling as insulted. She logged back onto Facebook and saw that Rudolph sent her a phone number as his response. She replied:

I thought you didn't have cell phones?

It didn't take her long to hear back from him.

Anna and I don't have cell phones. Gregory has one. He says to call him whenever you want.

Monica decided she would resume talking to Rudolph in the morning. For now, she was going to her room, she was going to listen to Christina Aguilera, and she was going to drift off to sleep. She took her silver ipod off of the charger, put on "Bound To You" at first but then decided it wasn't the best choice at this particular point and time, changed it to "Something's Got A Hold On Me" and went to sleep.

She hadn't noticed the set of shimmering and curious eyes staring at her through the window, glowing a faint blue. Lightening lit up the sky, revealing a pale, black haired figure known as Gregory. He watched the brunette beauty as she slept, her own blue eyes shut lightly while listening to one of her favorite female artists.

It took him every ounce of will power not to intrude her home and interrupt her sleep for a quick bite. He couldn't help himself. She smelt so good to him, so pure and powerful. Her scent alone gave him a high, kissing her made him lose his mind. He wanted to feel her soft lips against his again so badly, but he knew better than that. He had promised her that he wouldn't speak to her until tomorrow. Although, technically, it being midnight and all, he could talk to her now.

He sighed, Monica would throw a fit if he crept into her room while she slept, kissing her, biting her, and drinking from her. He could put her in a trance though, make her think it was a dream. The only flaw with that plan was that it would leave a scar, two of them, and they'd be fresh when she woke up.

Looking down at the ground outside her front door, Gregory took one last glance at the sleeping girl and leapt from his perch outside the window, then flew back to Tony's house. He was met by Anna at the front door, sitting down expectedly.

"Anna? What are you doing out here?" Gregory asked his little sister. She looked up at him from her seat worriedly.

"I could be asking you the same thing. Did you go to see Monica? What did she say? Is she feeling better? Will she help us?" She bombarded him with a barrage of questions, aggravating the teenaged vampire.

"Anna, please! Calm down, I didn't go to talk to Monica." He said as he trailed off, black boots thumping in the sand and splashing in the occasional puddle. Anna followed him through the rain.

"Did she talk to you then?" She asked quietly before making her own assumption. He turned around and begged her to stop.

"Alright, I come back, and you attack me with unnecessary questions…and I'm not in the mood. So please, please, please stop. There, I said it three times. Satisfied? Now go away." He was about to storm off again when Anna stopped him.

"You were watching her again, weren't you?" He stopped dead in his tracks.

"What are you talking about?" Was the response Anna got from her brother.

"Gregory, I know that you've been watching Monica for a long time. You've written poems about her." She stated bluntly yet cautiously, not wanting to infuriate him. Gregory swallowed the lump in his throat and turned around again, facing his sister for the last time in the rain.

"How do you know?" He asked her timidly. She walked next to him, her light blue dress appearing black now that it was soaking wet.

"Never have I seen such an admiration come from you, brother. 'Her brown hair flows in the breeze, and there is nothing I want more than to run my fingers through it. Her luscious lips look so tender and ripe, so ready to be kissed. The desire I feel for her runs deeper than anything.'" She quoted. "I didn't know you wrote, Gregory, you're really quite good at it."

He looked down and bit his lip before turning on his heel and hissing. "Good night, Anna."