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"Claire, darling," called Georgiana from outside my locked bedroom door, "You really should come down for dinner."

"What a curious name…" I murmured to myself as I pored over the endless articles about the boy from Ireland. Without removing my eyes from the laptop screen, I answered my stepmother, "I'll be down momentarily, just let me finish what I'm doing."

My family fell for that excuse every time.

A lithe grey shape appeared next to me. I tore my gaze from the screen to watch Jessie, my grey hairless cat. She purred and rolled onto her back, allowing me to scratch her belly.

The boy, Artemis, should be at least twenty, though according to a picture I'd found of him, he looked like a teenager still, about my age. He was filthy rich, and frighteningly intelligent. He was as smart as I, at the very least, having submitted several articles to numerous psychology encyclopedias, discovered a few missing elements from the periodic table, and was the inventor of at least a hundred absurdly clever inventions. There was no doubt he was smarter than I after taking all that into consideration.

There was no question: I would need to find this Fowl and observe him.

I smiled, a rare occurrence for me. I had never taken on anything so big. Schemes were something I had never attempted, but the sheer thought of stumbling across another supposedly fantastical race was too tempting.

I would set off for Ireland in a week's time. I flipped out a cellular phone and hit 2 on my speed dial.

"Yeah?" answered an obnoxious male voice.

"Anthony," I greeted. The word was a sigh, a breath of relief at hearing his charmingly annoying voice. "It's Claire."

"Oh, hi. What's up?"

I smirked. "I believe I may have stumbled across something as big as vampires. Perhaps bigger."

There was silence on the other line, then, "When do you want me over?"

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I suppose that some recap is in order for those who are not familiar with my story.

My name is Claire Davenport. I am seventeen years of age, petite, with blue eyes and ash blonde hair that is a curious shade of grey/brown. I belong to a wealthy and well known family in Los Angeles. My father is a businessman, a tycoon in the wristwatch industry, and my stepmother, Georgiana, owns a massive cosmetic company. My stepbrother, Myles, once a pathetic, good-for-nothing, loafer, has decided to try his hand at acting.

My biological mother was a renowned doctor and psychologist who died in a car accident when I was but an infant. My father remarried less than a year later, and produced Myles. My late older brother, Joseph, was my only friend. Five years my senior, he was protective and wise. He aided me in my constant struggle against Myles, who for some reason hated me to no end and sought to destroy my way of life.



When I was nine, we learned that Joseph had developed a rare and violent case of lung cancer. Despite all our efforts, he died five years later.

I was distraught. I had loved my brother to the point of obsession, and without him I could not live properly. Myles became despicable, and without Joseph to step in, my world was uprooted, thrown about every which way until it was unrecognizable. Myles got everything he wanted, yachts, a jet, Joseph's room… There was no end, and I found myself retreating into the one sanctuary I had. There was a large walk in closet attached to my room, which I recreated to accommodate all my mothers and Joseph's possessions. I flirted with madness, often collapsing in my sanctuary and hiding there for hours. It was the final straw when Myles breached my one place of refuge.

Last December, I left to go for a month-long holiday, away from Myles and the torment of home. I went to Forks, the last place they would ever think to look for me. There I met Anthony Rose, along with the Cullens and Hales. I discovered they were vampires, and found myself afraid at first, then fascinated. I befriended Anthony, despite the fact that he had tried to feed off my blood multiple times. Anthony reminded me a great deal of Joseph, with his love of gaming and the internet, his fascination with science and technology, his comforting presence. I became very attached to the young vampire, and he became a sort of fill-in for the brother I lost.

We have been friends ever since.

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How do you like it so far? Yeah, the chapters are kind of short in the beginning, but they'll get more normal as the story progresses. I'm just trying to see if anyone likes this at all, so… yeah… you know what to do, people.