Remember I only own Annabel and well her family too.

Please remember that if I don't update fast that I've not given up, I'm just in a deep writers block.

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Once I was upstairs again I quickly shuffled to my room and hurriedly put up the sheets over my windows to make the room much darker. I finished quickly and walked back over to my closet. Gregory was sitting down in my closet with a sour but thoughtful look on his face.

"Staring is rude you know. If you have something to say, say it." his eyes lazily lifted to look at me.

"Well, I was coming to say that the curtains are up and if you want to, you can freely roam." I said waiting for him to get up so I could put on some decent clothes and not stay in my pajamas all day.

He slowly got up and made his way out of my closet. Ignoring him, I quickly grabbed some gray skinny jeans, a black beanie, and a black Ramones t-shirt. I made my way back into my bathroom to change and back out just as fast.

Closing my door softly behind me I noticed Gregory standing next to my old record player. Honestly it wasn't mine though, it belonged to my dad when he grew up here but he gave it to me along with his old records.

"What… what is this?" he said picking up the needle.

"Be careful!" I quickly rushed over to him to set the needle down gently. "That makes it work, if it gets ruined I can't replace it anytime soon!" I said nearly panicking making sure it was okay.

He stood there watching me before going to sit on my bed. I looked over to him and just walked over to my desk chair.

"So where did you come from?" I finally asked. I really was curious as to where he came from and why he hit my window.

"I live in the graveyard." he stated simply. I guess I'm only going to get simple and cold responses from him.

"Why did you hit my window?"

"I was being chased by a hunter."

"Was it that overly large truck with the bright lights?"

"Yes."

"… How long have you been a vampire?"

"Are you going to keep asking irrelevant questions?" he snapped.

I puffed out my cheeks in frustration.

"Well how about this one, when are you leaving?"

"As soon as possible…"

Those words slightly hurt, he was so cold.

"… you like to keep others out don't you?"

He went rigid for a split second before his icy gaze landed on me.

"No, I just hate mortals."

"Fine! I'll leave you alone then!" I said getting up angrily and slamming my door on the way out.

"ANNABEL! DON'T SLAM YOUR DOOR!"

I winced slightly at my fathers tone. I knew better than to slam my door but he had just made me so aggravated.

"Sorry Dad!" I hollered and made my way downstairs to grab something to eat and maybe try shopping for some new paints.


I finally went back upstairs into my room later that night after I had dinner with Nan. Opening my door I stood there in utter shock. All of my sketches I had of Gregory were scattered all over my floor along with some others.

I quickly shut my door and searched around my room to try and find the culprit that destroyed my sketchbook and left the large mess for everyone and their mothers to see.

I couldn't find Gregory and it wasn't that surprising. It was night and had been for a while. I was just upset he has went through my things and left it out with obviously no remorse.

"Thanks for not taking my feelings into consideration…" I mumbled while I picked up all my sketches.

"Oh that's right I'm just a mortal." I said using my fingers as quotations for mortal. Finally I had picked up all my sketches and slowly and diligently put them away into an organized folder.

I went through them all to make sure I didn't forget any. Slowly I realized I was missing a few. I rummaged through all my things and finally after about fifteen minutes I gave up and assumed that Gregory had stolen them.

"Those were my favorites too…" I said sadly. Honestly I was more than likely never going to see him again and I guess that meant my sketches too.

The next day I woke up considerably early. I sat in my bed for a good half hour before deciding to go take a shower.

After my shower I changed into some cut off shorts and a baseball tee, tying my hair into a low ponytail and my signature black beanie on top of my head.

Making my way downstairs I texted my friend Beth and asked her if she wanted to go to the movies or meet up for lunch.

Beth was one of the first friends I ever made in Scotland. She has this messy brown hair that went to her mid back, unlike my amber hair that reached the middle of my chest. She was slightly larger than me but she was also curvier. She has these bright blue eyes that seemed to pierce you and when she was angry and you unfortunately made eye contact with her, it was scary.

I sat down at the counter in the kitchen and ate a bowl of cereal waiting for her to text me back. Nan made her way in the kitchen while I was eating. I gave her a bright smile that she returned ten fold.

"I heard you shuffling about upstairs last night, where you hanging another masterpiece?" she asked me.

"No," I sighed. "My sketch book had an accident and I had to pick up the mess…" I said trying not to cram my cereal in my mouth in frustrated.

"Well that sounds much less exciting now doesn't it?" she said sipping her newly made tea.

"Ye-up."

My phone started to vibrate and Beth had replied saying that she was busy until around later in the afternoon. I agreed anyway and we decided to go see a movie around five.

Sitting outside on my swing I looked out into the distance staring at the graveyard. My brows furrowed in frustration at the thought that Gregory had stolen my sketches. Suddenly a loud honking distracted me and I rushed to go meet with Beth.


When I came home I collapsed on my bed in utter fatigue. I was not planning to move from my spot till morning. Slowly I drifted off into a deep sleep.

I was awoken with a sudden jolt of my body. I shoot straight up and saw Gregory at the end of my bed. If I had never seen him before I would have screamed, in fact I almost did.

"This." he lifted up one of my sketches of him. "How do you know me, and why do you know about the amulet!"

I moved back a bit trying to escape his fierce look. "I have no idea okay. I would just sketch what I imagined. Sketching you though, I think I may have known you. You seem too familiar, granted some features are quite fuzzy in my..."

He dropped the paper and quickly got onto the bed with me. He grabbed my face and made me look into his deep red pools that seemed to suck me in even though he himself was cold.

"...mind." I let my sentence drop in a whisper as I became uncomfortable with the situation.

"Tell me, let me know if Lizzy is somewhere in you." he looked absolutely desperate searching for something that I was more than certain wasn't there.

"I'm sorry but, I think I've meet you as Annabel, not as Lizzy. I'm sorry but I'm not her." I removed his hands from my face and got up.

"Then how do you know about the amulet?" he snapped his head towards me.

I leaned my body against the wall and thought about what had went through my head when I drew that.

"It felt… right?" that's all I could say. I couldn't think of any other excuse or reason.

Suddenly I was pushed against the wall by sheer force.

"You must have something else going on in your mind… In that never resting, thick mind." he held my arms to my side with an iron grip I was not going to escape.

Suddenly I remembered when my family had first moved out here. I remember why I knew his face.

"You, you were the one that helped me back inside when I was little. I was on my swing; just out there, and you told me to go back inside. I was only five. The last thing I remember was your white fangs that peeked out when you smiled at me after you tucked me back into bed."

He let go of me and fell back onto my bed.

It was silent for a long time before he spoke up once more.

"Well, then I guess I can't ignore this," he ran a hand through is hair. "I'm stuck with you."

"What?" What in the name of… honestly I have no idea what he was talking about. Why did he insist I was Lizzy, and why do I know about some amulet.

"I mean, you were that little brat, I can't hurt you. We're going to work together, though it's against my moral code, we are going to find this amulet."

"Whoa whoa whoa. Excuse me? How am I suppose to help you find an amulet that I've only ever drawn?"

He looked up with one of the most condescending smirks I've ever seen.

"Great that we have a few months then."

Yup. Finally finished chapter two. I needed to get the basics out of the way so the plot can thicken.

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