-Ivy's POV-

Something wasn't right, I knew it. Something with this world was not right! Well, unusually not right, For a start, I was actually MISSING school? It would probably make me happier than ever to see Garret Stevens and the rest of his foul-smelling gang terrorizing bunnies in the hallway. Suddenly, I had an epiphany 'That's it!' I thought. Last week in school we learned about planetary alignments, and how myths like werewolves, fairy circles, demigods, wizards and witches were based off of them. Okay, so myths like fairy circles. Josh Stevens, Bekkie Lawl, Michael and Martha Hastings might beg to differ on the other few. I ran up the fuzzy carpeted steps to the white door that had sparkly letters spelling out 'Olivia' on the top. My pale hand twisted the bronze door knob and I pushed in to enter the pink and terrifyingly preppy room. The room was abnormally disorganized, almost like my room. I'd thought I would never be able to find Olivia's astronomy book in here. I knelt down anyways and began to look through the piles.

After about half an hour of searching I found the thick black book that said astronomy in bright red letters. The pages were damp so I had to be extra careful while flipping the pages. Then, I found the entry I was looking for.

The Spectral Configuration

[The Purple Moon]

Last seen in Erone Grove the Spectral Configuration has been hopping Groves around the world. The last event occurred in 1953, 97 years from 2010. Every 60 years events travel to a new Grove and things repeat. A novelist referenced this in their series- Count Dracula. Every new one has a different story being played based on the towns people, or at least that's the myth. Few people mysteriously survive this strange phenomenon and even fewer tell their story. So if this comes to your Grove- Good Luck.

'That can't be right.' I'd thought, 'The version from school was written differently, and longer.' I began to scan the page over and over again when the words moved and letters shifted or disappeared leaving me with a single word, GRAVEYARD. I simply dismissed it, thinking the 'Spectral Configuration' was trying to mess with me. A banging blasted on the door, almost shaking the once happy home. I quickly trudged down the steps in my heavy black boots and made my way over to the Abbott's door. My hands began to shake as I placed my violet eye onto the cool loop of metal, I saw a dark figure leaning against the yellow painted wall of the house. Slowly, I creaked open the door.

"Daddy?" I said hopefully, wishing dad would turn around and wrap me in one of his large hugs that almost crushes you. The figure turned and faced me with bright ruby eyes, the eyes of a hunter.

"Your face, it is paler then usual my dear Isis." The man said in a raspy voice, almost as if it had not been used in centuries. So many questions filled my brain, so many to ask. But I stuck with the one that most filled me with dread.

"Who have you bitten hunter?" I squeaked out, bracing myself for the answer. A sly chuckle escaped the man's thin cracking lips.

"Always so curious Isis," He brushed some of my hair out of my face exposing more of my purple eyes, "A searcher, so rare, so beautiful, and always so curious."

I scoffed, "Vampires haven't been given assessments for centuries." Eons ago, when vampires were born they would be assigned jobs based on eye color. Hunters always had black eyes, until they completed their first kill, then their eye color changed depending on what they had last bitten. His were red, he'd bitten a human.

"Look Isis!" He said frustrated, "Look around! We all have assessments! I came to warn you that your other shall finish my catch. I'd only been feasting on a teacher when I heard." I rolled my eyes, a huge mistake. The man got very annoyed and looked at me, straight in the eyes. My shaking palms began to sweat.

"ISIS! You made me swear never o hurt Odette! So I never finished my catch and got tossed out of and banished from the clan! Now that your "NEW INTREST" is after her you simply look around?" I laughed at him, another huge mistake that lead to realization. Isis and Odette was a children's story I'd heard far too many times as a child. It was about to twin sisters, one vampire one human. The closest things in the world. One day Isis's lover, Jeremiah was assigned to kill Odette for the leaders of the clan, but his love and promise to Isis stopped him. The leaders banished him to a underground confinement to once again rise to finish the tale. The ending, if I remember correctly. Isis fell in love again, but he got the same assessment and…

"Olivia!" I shrieked pushing past Jeremiah and heading towards the graveyard. I didn't care who saw me I was sprinting full out vamp speed. When I finally reached the rusted old black gate to the cemetery I realized the grounds were far too big for me to search, even with special vamp capabilities. I decided to rely on my nose, hoping, praying even that I would be able to catch just a glimpse of that familiar Starberry Shine shampoo or the bubblegum lip gloss. And I did, I sniffed out just a bit of her shimmery lip gloss, packed under dirt and blood. Mustering all the energy I had left in me I raced for her. I crashed into a boy, in front of a familiar sight. My mother's gravestone. The scent was stronger now but the boy, oddly familiar looked down on me. He looked about my age, very familiar as well. Black curly hair, defined jaw, broad shoulders. I'd almost say it was Brendan if it weren't for those big red eyes.

"Too late." He said and stepped aside. A pink bundle rested in front of the headstone. It was covered in blood and muck. I stepped forward to the shaking lump and saw a face, a face that looked just like mine. Except for trembling. blue. eyes.

"Olivia?" I whimpered.