~ Rosalyn's POV. I do not own any familiar characters, only the unidentifiable ones. Enjoy. ~

I boarded the bus with my brother, happy to leave our sorry excuse for a living space. It was the only thing Colin and I could afford. The place was a fixer-upper, and neither of us had the time to do so. So we lived in the ugly, old house that had paint peeling off the walls. My brother didn't mind the living conditions. He was only ashamed of it in front of the object of his utmost love and affection, Jesse Vida. In school she was known as Jesse Green. He was hopelessly in love with her, though I couldn't really object. She hunted the blood suckers, just as cunningly as a Triste. My brother hunted vampires alongside me, he was a Triste just as I was. It was kind of uncommon to see two Tristes in one family, let alone two children. But, hey, whatever. It was kind of nifty.

I sat at the back, I didn't really like human interaction. I didn't value "fitting in" very highly. In fact, it was the lowest on my list of goals to achieve. My brother told Jesse to scoot over, and she did so. He smiled affectionately at her and when he did that I saw her eyes light up briefly with amusement and companionship. Maybe she was finally starting to value his company. Maybe. You could never really tell with Vidas. I knew my brother was carrying her books, Jesse had broken her wrist. Although I'm sure she could carry it easily enough. He was hell bent on carrying them for her, though. I didn't know why her relatives didn't mend that bone for her. I mean, Smoke witches are starting to get really strong. I know Caryn Smoke was perhaps the strongest witch of her line for a while. Although some refused to go to her because she was part of Single Earth. I didn't think Single Earth would work, but why shun a Smoke witch when she strives only for peace? There really is no reason for that one. Oh well. No use worrying about it. Right? I simply watched my brother's interaction with the Vida witch. He was warm and she usually was quite cold, but today she was luke warm. I think it had something to do with her energy level. She was really tired. I could feel it in her aura. I bet she hadn't gotten any sleep at all. I also noticed that she was, I don't know, tied down. Or at least it felt that way. I rarely asked about Colin's love interest with the girl. I think he believes I don't pay attention to it, or I don't know about it. He's so oblivious. Colin touched Jesse's temple gently; his magic took reign over her system and she fell asleep. He looked at her wistfully and pushed a strand of her hair out of her face. When we reached the school, Colin shook her awake. She threw him a scornful glance and got up. I knew she was thankful for the brief sleeping period though.

The school bustled with noise and energy. Someone was smoking weed in the bathroom, the stoners. Why do humans do things they know will kill them? I will never understand. I noticed a senior and a junior making out up against some lockers. One of them happened to be mine. Great.

"Excuse me. Could you please move? I have three minutes to get my crap out of my locker and get to homeroom. Some of us need to go to class, instead of fucking against lockers. Okay?" The guy and girl looked disgusted, but followed my advice. My locker was somewhat clean. Though people swore I kept my weird spell books in my locker. Yeah, that's it. I keep all the necessities for cursing my victims in my locker. Not. How the rumor got around that I was a witch, I will never really know. Nor do I care. Though I really am a witch, well at least part witch, no one really should've been able to figure that out. I grabbed my first and second period binders and headed for my Calculus class. Why have math at 7:50 in the morning?

The day crept by and I was already anticipating the hunt I would go on tonight. I still did not know who my previous victim had been, though I had sketched a picture of him for future reference. He still deserved punishment for throwing me into the ground. I doubt he really cared about throwing me into a paved road. Wow, sometimes I am amazed with my amazing intellect. I got on my bus and once again watched my brother and his love. He was worried about her. I wondered what she could have possibly told Colin that would worry him. He was usually in a light, carefree mood. Now his eyebrows were furrowed in worry and frustration. I decided to ask him later.

When I asked Colin about Jesse he had looked kind of surprised. "How do you know about Jesse?" He had said it defensively, as if I were insulting him.

"I'm just asking. She certainly seemed to have you wound up when you two got on the bus." Colin raised his eyebrows. I watched him? I bet you money that's what he was thinking.

"It's nothing." I gave him my 'yeah, sure' look and he continued. "She wants to go get her knife from a vampire, but I can't let her. Dominique bound her magic and she has a broken wrist. She'd be as easy to kill as a normal human." I thought for a while.

"Ask her to do something with you. A date or something. It will take her mind off things. At least." He frowned.

"I've asked her to go out with me before, she'll just say no."

"What kind of reason is that? Persistence will make her cave in." Colin gave me a smile. If that same smile made my heart warm, I'm almost sure that it's beams had to have an effect on the icy girl.

"Fine. I'll try to get her to go out with me. Again. Though I doubt she'll accept the offer..." he trailed off. I went and got changed. Time to go hunting.

~ Sorry, the more I think about it, this chapter was really pointless. I like Rosalyn and Colin though. Rosalyn reminds me of myself. In some ways. Anyway, for those of you who don't like cussing, I'm sorry. I tend to vent when writing. So my writing reflects my mood. Please review. Who's POV would you like to see? E-mail me at aubreychestersgirl@yahoo.com for suggestions or just tell me on the review thing. Happy Hunting. ~