::Chapter One::

Joey and I were driving as fast as we could down the highway, hoping to get to town quickly. There was a hockey game on tonight and the team that most of the town was rooting for lost. There was bound to be some drunk drivers around, just waiting to smash into the car I was driving.

Joey and I both took a vial out of our jacket pockets. Both vials were filled with a dark red, metallic tasting liquid. Blood. I turned to my twin, "Ready Jo-Jo?" She nodded before downing the vial of blood. I swallowed mine the same time she swallowed hers. We both made faces,

"Ew. Gross." Joey said. I nodded,

"I agree." I kept driving the car towards town, passing a cop car on the way. Noticing that we were going at least 500 miles over the speed limit, the cop started driving after us. I looked behind me, laughing like a maniac, "Oh my God this is so much fun!" Joey looked behind us also, staring at the cop car and smiling like a pedophile,

"This is so much fun! Why haven't we done this before?" I shrugged, turning my head back to the road,

"I don't know. We should do this more often."

"PULL OVER." The cop said through the speakers on his cop car. I unwound my window and stuck my middle finger out of it before putting the pedal to the metal.

We drove until we were just outside town. We were blasting Hey Monday music, singing and jamming out to Run Don't Walk when we noticed something. There were two cop cars. One pulled over on the right side of the road and the other pulled over on the left side of the road. One cop went running to the middle of the road somewhere, dropped something and then ran back to his car.

I turned on my high beams which shone light through the black night and showing us what was on the road. It was those spikes that pop tires on vehicles. Before I could slam on the brakes, we ran over them which, obviously, popped all four of our tires.

The wheel started jerking all over the place really strongly. So strongly, that I couldn't control the car anymore. The car skidded sideways before it flipped.

We rolled five times before time seemed to freeze and a million questions went through my head. Why am I doing this? Was it because Cole said Joey and I could never make it as vampires? No that couldn't be it. Was it because Alex didn't seem to treat Joey and I like teenagers? That couldn't be it either. A million other possibilities went through my head but only one seemed to stick out.

It was because of Damon fucking Salvatore.

Maybe I should explain why it's his fault so everyone can agree with me.

My life had never been normal. From the beginning, me and my twin Joey should've been mentally deficient or something from all the alcohol our mother drank when she was pregnant with us. Luckily, we're perfectly sane teenagers.

In my opinion, I'd say we're mischievous and a little dare devil-like. At the orphanage, we definitely had our problems. It was a catholic orphanage. Nobody ever wanted to adopt Joey and I, because we wouldn't want to get adopted if the other wasn't going with us. People who want to adopt a child, only want one. Not two. So, because no one wanted to adopt two kids, Joey and I spent almost six years there.

We were put in the orphanage almost as soon as we were born, since our mother couldn't stop drinking, and stayed there until just before our sixth birthday. Some people who we never met before, came in, claiming to be related to us somehow.

One of them was a lady. She had red hair and brown eyes. She was really quite nice to us. The other was a dude. He had dark hair and brown eyes. They were darker than the lady's. But they were really nice. They said that they were distant cousins of ours. Their names were Cole and Alex.

Joey and I spent five pleasant years with them before they dropped a bomb on us. They were vampires. Not, young vampires either. They were old old vampires. Well, old to us at the time. I mean, almost four hundred years old sounds really old to two ten year old girls.

For about a year after that, Joey and I spent a lot of time together, almost avoiding our two old vampire cousins. In that time, we started acting more and more like each other. Which meant that by the time we got into high school, we were practically identical in almost every way. We'd spend time with each other and not with anyone else. It was probably for the better though. We moved every three years. Joey and I never made any lasting friendships.

Now, we lived in Los Angeles. We had a nice house on the beach and Joey and I were in a private academy. Maybe I should mention, our cousin Alex robs banks for a living. That's why we moved around so much. I mean, being a vampire, it made it so much easier to rob the bank. You couldn't see her on the video cameras and who'd believe that a vampire robbed their bank?

Because Alex was paranoid that a mob of people with torches and pitch forks would come along, we moved every three years.

I was sitting on the couch. The TV was on but I wasn't watching. I was reading an old Rolling Stone magazine. Joey was somewhere, probably doing homework. I never did homework. I didn't really care if I failed. I knew I wouldn't though. I'm a genius. My tests always come back with an 88-99%. I just didn't do homework. I think that gave me an average of 60-75% grade at the end of the year. Oh well. I was passing.

Cole was out, probably partying somewhere. Cole loved LA. There were parties everywhere and since he likes to party, it just seemed like a win-win situation to him.

Alex walked in, being followed by Cole, who threw a box at me, "Pack up Riley~." I raised an eyebrow,

"For what?" Alex walked into the kitchen and began pouring some chips into a bowl for herself,

"Because it's time to move." I tilted my head slightly to one side,

"Move where?" She walked towards the stairs,

"This quaint little place called Mystic Place. I thought it was time to get out of the cities and move to a small town for once." My mouth dropped,

"A town? Why town? I don't like towns. They're so… towny." Cole nodded,

"I agree. Towns are stupid. I object!" He hit his fist on the island in the dining room when he said the last part. Alex plopped a chip in her mouth,

"I'm older than both of you put together. Yes. We are moving." She began walking up the stairs and bellowed, "Joey! Pack! We're moving!"

"Okay!" Joey said enthusiastically from upstairs, probably from her room. I looked at Cole, hoping for some backup with this. He just shrugged helplessly. I scoffed, grabbing the box and going to my room to pack.