Okay, finally decided on an idea to write the next chapter.

I just moved this to the regular HTR section because it's not as popular as I'd hoped. I'm planning on moving my other crossover, 'The Rocking Dead' to the regular page as well. Both of them are very loosely based so I thought, eh. Why not?

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darkredheart Girl, if you've read my other stories, they are all Zevie, so I can guarantee you this one is too ;)

HTRobsessed Trust me... Zander will find out. Thanks for the ideas! :)

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Okay... Story time ;)

Stevie's P.o.V.

I casually drive home, with Damon and Stefan (realized I've been spelling his name wrong the whole time!) sitting quietly at the back.

"Careful, you're speeding." Damon comments. We pause before bursting out laughing. We always speed, but we've never had a car accident before. Never even received a ticket. The dark evergreen trees along the sides of the road starts to pass by in a blur.

In a matter of minutes, we're at Damon and Stefan's house. I've had to live with them ever since I... Turned.

We all get out of the silver Volvo (you might get the reference from another certain vampire book) and lock the car. Before entering the house, we exchange glances. Damon's eyes were a topaz colour, meaning he was going to be able to control himself for a couple days before hunting again. But Stefan's eyes were black. He wouldn't be able to last long without shut all the doors, and cover all the windows with the black curtains.

Damon, who is a good candidate for an alcoholic, walked into the library with a glass of whiskey. He hands me his glass, offering a sip. I refuse as he shrugs his shoulders, drinking himself.

"Guys... What do we do about Andy?" Stefan asks. Damon scoffs.

"Do what we always do; pretend nothing happened. And I'm surprised you've made it this far without any feedings. Not craving anyone?" He asks, with a smirk.

I roll my eyes, which were a light topaz colour, like Damon's. "Shut up. We just need to go to school tomorrow and listen into their thoughts, just to make sure no one saw anything." I state.

"if someone knows?" Stefan asks nervously.

Damon, still with a smirk on his face, uses his index finger and brings it to his neck, sliding it across it, making a small screeching sound. "Kill him." I say, clarifying.

Stefan sadly nods. He was always the weakest out of us three.

I open an old book and start to read, while Damon keeps taking glasses of whiskey. Stefan just sits in an old armchair, facing the old fireplace that barely worked.

Morning came. I peek through the cracks of the window that the curtains couldn't cover. It was a cloudy, murky day.

"Weather good?" Damon asks. I nod, as we briskly walk to the Volvo again.

We speed to school again. Realizing how early we were, we stayed sitting in the car, listening to a Maroon 5 song.

I quietly listen to the thoughts of the lame teens who always came early.

"English essay-" No.

"Crap, forgot my gym uniform!" Nope.

I continue to do so as the parking lots begins to fill. I turn off the music, and get out.

Damon and Stefan linger behind, but quietly reminding me to find anyone who knows something. I ignore their useless reminder and walk to my locker.

"Hey, Stevie!" Zander calls. I turn to face him. "Hey, Z."

He leans against the chipped lockers and crosses his arms, something he does when he knows something.

I try my best to listen to his thoughts but they don't work. This was my first time trying to listen to his thoughts, and strangely, nothing was working. I keep my frustrating to myself, and decide to question him.

"I can't believe Andy Bartlett is dead..." I say, with fake sympathy.

"Yeah..." He says, lost in thought. How I wish I could know what he was thinking...

"So," I take my books out of my locker. "Do you... Know anything about the incident?" I ask casually.

He looks around cautiously before turning to me. "Yeah, I think."

To hide my fear of him finding out, I mask the sense of fear with a curious face.

"You do?"

"Yeah. I saw these two guys, and this one girl. Andy walked up to her and she kissed him. He faints, and once he's unconscious, she and one of the guys start... Biting him or something! The other guy just watches! It was crazy!"

I couldn't kill Zander. He was my best friend. But I did have to erase his memory. I stare deep into his dark chocolate eyes.

"You don't know what you're talking about." I say, almost in a robotic voice. He looks at me confused. "Stevie, I know it sounds weird, but it's true."

I try again. "Zander, what you saw was just an illusion. You saw an animal." I say, almost raising my voice.

"Steves, are you okay?" He asks, completely unaffected my charming. A look of disbelief comes across my face. I quickly regain control over my face, and give him a laid-back look.

"Oh... Okay." I awkwardly shut my locker and walk away.

So, two things were clear; one, I cannot read or hear Zander's thoughts. Two, I couldn't take over him. I can't command him to do anything...

I angrily grab the collar of a random student. "You are a chicken." I command. He looks into my eyes, mesmerized. I let go of him. He looks around cluelessly, and starts clucking and walking in circles. As students stop and stare, I ponder to myself why Zander is like, immune to my powers, obviously unlike others.

I walk to class, still with a question that needed answering.