"Hmmm…," that was a hard one, "How about you tell me how old you really are," she told him thinking it would be the easiest question to answer.

"Next Tuesday I'll be exactly three hundred-sixty-seven years old," Jason answered his eyes never straying from her face looking for her reaction.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, three hundred-sixty-seven years? Dang that was old, that would mean he was born in… 1641, that was older than the United States and to her the United States were pretty old. All of a sudden a pair of fingers was snapping in front of her face.

"Megan, Megan, Earth to Megan, didn't you have other questions or what?" Jason asked looking amused as Megan jumped as she was startled from her thoughts.

"Oh ya, so Ali's a vampire too, right?" Megan asked already guessing the answer but just wanting to make sure she was right.

"Yes, Ali is also a vampire and so are Sarah and Nathaniel, my supposed parents," Jason informed her still not looking at the road but somehow driving better then most people did when the kept both their eyes on the road.

"How were you changed?" Megan asked wondering if it was anything like the changes in her obsession also known as the Twilight series.

"Well I'd have to start from the beginning," he told her as he stopped at one of the small towns few stoplights, "I was born in a small village in the south of France to Amorette and Johan and they were both killed in a fire when I was fourteen. I then moved to a bigger city where they wouldn't notice one more little street rat stealing. Five years later I got on the bad side on the head rogue and let's just say I was as good as dead. I was just lying in the gutter, moments from death, when this angel came towards me. Her hair was whiter then snow and it streamed behind her as if she was floating. Then she leaned down and bit me. I was so confused, why would an angel bite me and then the fire came and I lost all thought," Jason explained to her as they sat at the light and then, as if turned by his words, the light was green and they were off again to school.

"Wow, so you're French?" He nodded and she smiled inwardly, she loved foreign guys. "So where's your accent?" He gave her a look that said are you seriously asking that. "Oh, ya, a few hundred years, kinda forgot," she said putting up her hands innocently.

He laughed; it was like honey washing over her, "How could you forget that?"

She shrugged, "I don't know, I've forgotten my own birthday before. Let me tell you its really funny going downstairs and seeing all these presents and being like who's birthday is it and your whole family just laughing at you."

Jason just shook his head, "Back to the story, I woke up on a ship. The angel turned out to be Sarah. We traveled to Great Britain and stayed there for a while. In 1793 we headed to America and we met Nathaniel. He had tried to commit suicide but Sara wouldn't let him die. A few years later we met Ali and she joined us."

She nodded, "How do you guys feed?"

"Do you really want to know?" she nodded, "We feed off human blood," he looked at her as they arrived in the school parking lot; he excepted her to freak out and cause a scene. She had already suspected it so she wasn't that surprised, she wasn't exactly happy about it but it was he and his family's choice and she should honor it, she guessed.

"How do you guys, you know, choose who to kill?" She asked actually wanting to know.

He laughed, "Have you been reading any vampire novels?"

She blushed embarrassed, "Yes, the Twilight series…"

Again he laughed, "Mrs. Meyer is a wonderful author but she only got a few key parts right, that being the eye changes, the super strength and speed and the painful change. One thing about the feeding and changing is that if your bitten once there isn't enough venom for you to fully change, those bitten once are just healed and.."

"Really, so if you bit a person with cancer, the cancer would miraculously disappear?" She asked not caring that the warning bell had just rung.

"Yes…," he tried to continue one with what he was saying before.

"I thought you said Sara only bit you once," Megan stated confused on how Jason could be a vampire if he was only bitten once.

"No, she bit me again when I was still unconscious, now back to what I was saying. Stephenie also wrongly placed the ruling clan of vampires; they were originally in Great Britain but recently relocated here. Also, she forgot about the whole flying thing," he stated simply as he quickly opened his own door and then in a blink of a human eye opening hers.

"The head cheeses of the vampire world live here?" She inquired of him, her voice squeaking from the fear of knowing such powerful vampires could be living just down the street from her.

He turned to her as they walked and gave her an evil grin, "Well yes, I thought I told you my family always liked to live near court. Anyways, bye Megan," he ended, still grinning villainously, with a wave as he left her in front of her first class.

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Thank god I have English first block, Megan thought to herself as she once again took a seat in the back. English was her easiest class; it only made sense since she read so much. Students came in and a lone boy came to a stop and stared at her. He was tall and lanky but moved with a grace that implied that with one move he could break you in two. Megan guessed he was about 6'2, pretty tall for a ninth grader, his black hair was just long enough to cover his amber eyes and for some reason she thought she had met him before.

A person sitting in the next chair broke her away from her thoughts, was it just her or had she been startled from her thoughts a lot lately? It was the boy she had been staring at and now he was looking at her smirking.

"Hey," he greeted her; it was the exact same voice that had messed with her that morning.

"You…you…black wolf…in head…jack face!" She screamed confusedly but angrily at the proven werewolf.

"Jack face, are you serious?" He asked laughing at her.

"Yes, why are you wolf people messing with me, first in my dreams, then in the clearing, then in my dreams again and then in my head, seriously I'm thinking about getting a restraining order against all werewolves," she told him crossing her arms and staring him directly in his eyes, in a few seconds he looked away.

"Well if you did that you'd be… never mind," he stopped himself from whatever he was going to say.

"What were you going to say?" Megan whined, always the nosey one.

For some reason he leaned forward and felt her forehead, "It's almost time," he whispered almost too lowly for her to hear, he smiled, "I'll tell you in a few days, just promise me next time you get really angry or upset make sure you're not near anyone, okay?"

She nodded her head confused as a short older blond woman walked into the classroom, "Sure."

"Hi I'm Miss Kraft, and this is AP English," the blond woman said opening a diet Pepsi. This was going to be an interesting year as she looked at the boy sitting next to her.

"Oh, what's your name?" Megan whisper asked the wolf boy.

"Conan, but you can call me Con," he whispered back offering his hand.

"Megan," she smiled shaking his hand.

"I know," he told her smiling as he turned back to the teacher.

AN: I'm so sorry that I haven't posted in so long! I got in trouble and didn't get my computer back until Saturday. Anyways sorry but I hope you liked it!