A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in such a long time! I know I'm a bad person.

I just wanted to let you know that I probably won't be able to get another chapter up until sometime in August at earliest. I have a church camp to go to, and then my grandparents, my cousin and I are going to go camping, see some family I don't think I've ever met before, and do a bunch of other stuff. Then I go camping again. But, then my brother and I have our birthdays in August, but at the start and end of the month, so, yeah.

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to my grandpa. Yes, I know everyone's all, "What the heck?" But, my grandpa's awesome enough to read my fanfiction, even though he's never read Twilight. And because he asks me a lot if I've updated yet, and then I feel bad because I haven't, so then I go work on it a little. So, you should thank my grandpa, because I probably wouldn't have gotten my lazy bum writing if he hadn't kept reminding me.

Disclaimer: Still not mine. I only own Lily, Scarlett, and Sam. The lyrics at the end of Marcus' POV are from Within Temptation's "Forgiven".

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Marcus' POV

Everyone acted like Samantha was Didyme, as if they didn't know that it couldn't be true. Things like that don't happen; Samantha was just a girl who happened to look like my Didyme. They weren't they same, couldn't be the same; because Didyme, dear, sweet Didyme, was dead.

Or, at least, I thought.

I angrily pushed that thought away, half disgusted that I could think that. No matter how much I missed her, my Didyme wouldn't come back. I closed my eyes in sadness.

But she has.

No! I told myself. She's gone!

Then why is she here?

When I tried to tell myself otherwise, images of the girls, Samantha and Didyme, came behind my closed eyelids. I nearly gasped.

The two were shockingly similar. Everything was the same, expect for Sam had darker skin and blue eyes, where as Didyme's skin was pale and she had red eyes, that, I remembered, looked softer, kinder, then everyone else's frightening blood-red eyes.

But, although they might have looked alike, they were not the same. The dead can not come back. And my Didyme, sadly, was very dead. And no one could bring her back, just as I couldn't have saved her.

Couldn't save you from the start
Love you so it hurts my soul

You gave up the fight
You left me behind
All that's done is forgiven

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Sam's POV

Hey Scarlett.

I was laying down on my bed, feet in the air and head towards the foot of the bed, with my laptop in front of me, and bored to the point I wanted to scream. Thankfully, a small ping! saved me from my boredom.

Hey Sam. (: Aren't you able to come out yet? I haven't seen you in forever!

I laughed softly to myself.

Yeah, I am. But then I'd have to move, wouldn't I?

You're so lazy.

Just as I was about to reply, another ping! left my fingers hovering above the keyboard.

So, with all that time to yourself, have you thought about talking to Marcus?

I frowned as I typed.

No, I haven't. I haven't really thought too much about that for a while, actually. I mean, you know what happened last time.

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"Marcus!" I called, running towards the cloaked man at the end of the hallway, who froze at his name. I had decided to talk to him. After all, I'd been in Volterra for years, but I'd never talked to Marcus.

"What?" He snapped at me, spinning around to face me.

"O-oh, w-well, I j-just –" I stuttered, not having expected him to be so angry.

"Thought that I'd treat you like you're important, like everyone else does?" He interrupted. "Remember this – you're human, we're vampires. You are nothing more than food, no matter how others treat you. And," his voice became even harder, angrier, than it had been before, "you are not Didyme. You don't belong here."

I had wanted to seem confident when we talked, since most people seem to want to be friends with confident girls. But traitor tears stung my eyes, ruining any illusion I might have kept. As the tears fell freely, I could think of nothing to do but to run away. So I did.

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Yeah, I do remember. But it's been two years. Maybe it's time to try again.

"Pfft!" I snorted.

Yeah, whatever. Anyways, we should do something. Could you grab Lily, and I'll meet you guys your rooms?

Sure. But, you aren't getting out of this. You know we're going to talk about it later.

Without replying, I logged off and shut down my computer. Stretching, I stood up, and walked out of my room and down the many hallways until I approached the meeting place. I stopped and closed my eyes as I felt the cool night breeze that traveled in through the many large, glassless windows lining the side of the hallway that overlooked the garden. I breathed in deeply, and started to walk again, eyes still closed, when I bumped into someone, and bounced backwards a little.

"Oh, sorry," I quickly apologized, my eyes snapping open to see who I'd walked into. I couldn't help but let out a small gasp of mixed surprise and worry when I saw Marcus in front of me.

A/N: If anyone can guess why Sam couldn't leave her room before this chapter, I'll dedicate the next chapter to them.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, since I haven't updated in so long. And I'll try to write the next one quickly. Reviews might help inspire me. ;)