Toby Cavanaugh, Tobias Allen Cavanaugh to be exact, would be the death of her of she wasn't careful she just didn't know that yet. Spencer had no foreboding of the presence of Toby Cavanaugh, whom she will soon meet, but more on that later.

Spencer was currently sprawled out on her beige colored love seat; a wave of tiredness lingering through out her. Vampires usually don't get tired, very rarely they do from an labor inducing active, but Spencer hasn't fed since a couple of nights ago. Blood bags kept her alive but not in her usual shape. Just as she was about to drift off her beeper went off.

Beep ,Beep, Beep

Sighing, Spencer got up and checked it. It was a request for tea.

"You want tea!?" "You're bugging me for tea!?" Spencer screams at the little tiny box. Then throwing it across the room at the wall, shattering it into tiny pieces of the little metal machine that irked her so much.

"Get your own damn tea." "Or get coffee that's the better choice." Spencer speaks to nobody in particular. Slumping back down on her couch she realized the lack of fresh blood was making her irritable. "I need to feed." Spencer groans to herself, holding her stomach. The hunger was growing fiercely inside of her, but she couldn't feed tonight, not in her state. For tonight was a full moon, and if she went out there and ran into any celebrators she wouldn't have enough strength to win.

*An explanation on full moon nights*

Werewolves aren't the only party goers that night, but they are the strongest.

Witches, Banshees, Trolls, and ghosts also know how to appreciate a full moon.

Vampires who hunt on full moon nights aren't there for prey, they're looking for a fight.

Werewolves are finally even if not higher in strength then vampires, the whole mortal enemies thing then causes fights.

All the others will tend to help out the werewolves too.

Vampires aren't liked too well.

Spencer dashed across her lawn as quiet as a mouse. Ok so she caved. Nothing was going to come between her and something to eat anymore. Just before stepping into the woods behind her house she lingered for a moment.

"I'm just going to catch a rabbit and get out." Spencer breathed to herself and continued her trek. Oh how wrong a person could be.

They saw her as soon as she came into the woods.

Not only was she not dressed in her normal black hunting attire to blend into the darkness, but her lack of blood nutrients made her loose her vampire stealth. Meaning she stepped on basically every twig in sight.

"Snap" The sound of yet another breaking tree limb filled the otherwise soundless air. "Come on Spencer!" Spencer scolds quietly to herself. Her inability to walk quietly would be the death of her if she didn't straighten herself out now. Literally. She continued her trek, somehow making herself walk along stealthily.

She caught two rabbits, at once I might add. Once she finished drinking the second one, Spencer looked down at her hands, veins were bulging out slightly. "Better" Spencer announces to herself. Life was rushing through her veins again, and she loved it. Just as she started to walk back home, she heard a sound. Turning around quickly, she was met with a pair of bright blue eyes. Spencer's heart pounded like an angry parent on their teenager's locked door.

"Hi!" Is what came out of the blonde bystander, in a bubbly tone.

Slightly relived, Spencer responded, "What are you doing out here?" in a hushed yell.

"Walking, why can't I be out here?" The girl asks crossing her arms. She looked about 17 or 18.

Spencer rolled her eyes at the girl's tone. Humans. They don't understand anything. "You shouldn't be here, it's not safe."

"What are werewolves going to come out of the shadows and eat me? I think I'm going to continue my walk thank you very much."

Again another eye roll. Such irony. "Whatever, suit yourself." Spencer replies before leaving the most likely doomed blonde. It was sort of a shame, she was pretty and made Spencer's coffee sometimes at the Brew.

About the time Spencer made it to her front door she heard the screams in the distance. She tried, the girl, what was her name? Addie? No Ali. Yes, Alison, cried out for help while no doubly being mauled by the werewolves. Spencer brushed it off and stepped back into her safe haven. "She never got my order right anyways."

Today was the day. Today Spencer's world o' turning begins.

The first time Spencer saw Toby was when she was on one of her daily jogs.

"Heel, toe, heel, toe, heel, toe." Spencer repeated in her head. She was keeping a nice steady pace and that made her smile. Spencer had always been athletic, even before the change. Jogging relaxed her.

Jogging also relaxed someone else, Toby Cavanaugh. He didn't do it to stay in shape, a few carpentry jobs every once in a while did the trick, but he enjoyed to just go out and jog. That was actually what brought him to Rosewood in a way, but that's a different story.

Spencer had finally stopped jogging when she reached a local convenient store. Jogging five miles could make you out of breath and quenched. She reached quickly for her wallet in her pocket.

"You've got to be kidding me." Spencer breaths to herself and checks her other pocket. She then sighs and collapses under the weakness of her ankles onto the cold sidewalk. "No wallet." Sliding her back to the store wall and putting her head to her knees, she just decides to try and cool off before the jog back home. There was no way the cashier would let her get a free bottle of water.

Every once and a while a random passerby would inquire if she was ok. Spencer always replied with a nod of the head yes and a small smile. She was fine, she was a vampire, she was stronger. Oh but she would kill for a bottle of water. Many times the thought came up to "relieve the shopkeeper of his duties" but there were far too many witness' around and she was doing good at being good so far.

Spencer was so used to people walking by her by now (meaning about five minutes, she was a little dramatic sometimes), that she didn't notice the 5'9 man standing beside her. When he sat down next to her, she felt it and her head popped up in alert.

"Here" The man said handing her a bottle of water. "You look like you could use this."

"Thanks." Spencer replies, taking the bottle as the stranger starts drinking from another. She was skeptical of the man and the water, but her thirst was more powerful and she took a few sips from her own. Noticing the awkward silence around them, the stranger turns to her.

"I'm Toby." The man, Toby, informs Spencer who turns to meet his gaze. "Spencer" she answers his unspoken question and shakes his outstretched hand. Her already cold skin tingled, a wave of icy coolness raced through her veins, putting her back in alert. The problem wasn't that his hand was cold, but that it wasn't. Toby, as he told her, had warm almost hot hands, yet she shivered at his touch. "What was wrong with the guy?" She thought. He seemed ok, and didn't really come across as menacing. So why did he unnerve her so much?

They said their goodbyes moments later, but the question still rang in Spencer's mind.

"Why should I be afraid?"

AN: Thank you all so much for all the reviews, follows, and favorites! I love and appreciate each and every one. I'd like to apologize for the long wait, I'll try not to keep chapter updates too far apart.