A/N:Everything except some characters,belong to L.J.Smith.Not mine.My first fic, be nice! (

-4 years ago-

Blaise Harman tossed her hair seductively,and then purred, "James, you have just got to know how important this is." James Aatami nodded vigourously, "Of course I do,don't worry I'll get it for you." He hurried off. 'Sucker.'Blaise thought,here she was in another new school,but no matter where she went the guys were all the same.All dorks.And she wasn't even trying,she used to wrap guys round her little finger with the help of magic,and even if she didn't use magic,the guys were still equally boring.

After leaving Thea behind,grandmother had even moved with her to a little unknown place in Los Angeles,somewhere called Aedelmer.It was a small town near the Pomona.It was here,that they had settled down.Blaise had even made friends with three witches,Krish Baldwin,Dionne Andere and Theora Mers.All circle midnighters,from her circle.Only now,she wasn't allowed to toy with human boys.Which was just fine with her.Who needed them anyway?

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Sam Sancho pulled back his long blond hair into a short pony tail that rested against his back.He heard someone call him.He turned.All time seemed to freeze.Walking towards him was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.Long,long,slim legs,leading up to a hip-hugging black skirt.On top of which was a white singlet-like top,showing off the girl's bare shoulders.Dark hair blowing in the wind,and beautiful grey eyes looking around confidently,with a fire in them.It was hard not to stare.Sam could see everyone staring. "Hey Sam!"snapped him out of his thoughts. "Huh?What is it?"He nearly screamed.His friend,Glyn Brody stared at him,following his gaze. "Oh man,you've been caught."he said. "What do you mean?"Sam asked Glyn his brow furrowing. Glyn stared at him, "I'm sorry Sam,but that girl is so outta your league.Sam started to protest,but Glyn cut him off. "She has James Aatami doing her every bidding,and if that isn't enough,she got Huey Taavetti to dump Abbey Berk,and she didn't even promise him a date or anything." Sam could feel his jaw drop down to his knees.James Aatami was mr.cool in the school not to mention since Aedelmer was a small town , it only had one college,and most of the kids had known each other for about forever,James had been cool since kindergarden, he called all the shots.

And Abbey and Huey had been together for six years.Huey always said Abbey was the best thing that ever happened to him,which was true,Huey was a nerd,Abbey was pretty,popular and smart.They had all grown up together and Huey had loved Abbey since day one.

This girl was so amazing. And since that moment Sam made it his lifes goal to have her.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Gwyn Brody sat down painting.Ironically,the very thing he was painting made no sense at the place he was at.He was sitting in the art room,looking at the trees outside,but instead he was painting a girl.A beautiful girl with long caramel curls and wide violet eyes.He sat and stared.Lightly,he put down his brush.

He stared at the picture,a single tear rolled down his cheek.No matter how many pictures he painted,she would never come back.As he had done with all the pictures he lifted the canavas off the easel,preparing to tear it apart.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" a voice asked.Gwyn turned,standing behind him,was the most beautiful girl he had seen since Eliana.But in a completely different way,if Eliana was light ,this girl was darkness.She had long black hair and enchanting grey eyes.

Blaise stared at the guy long and hard,wondering why she felt so .strange.Her stomach felt like there were things flying around in it and her cheeks felt warm.Trying to compose herself,she smiled, "I'm Blaise."She reached out a hand to shake his. "Gwyn."He said,and shook her hand." "Gwyn."She said like the feel of his name on her lips.

Gwyn was by far the most beautiful,serene,person that she had seen.He had the palest blond hair,nearly white,and his eyes were also the lightest blue,not cyan,but whiteish-sky blue,and his skin unlike most guys was pale.He looked.pure, like an angel.But this angel was clearly a totured one.She had seen him paint,he had definite talent,and she had been especially shocked when he had cried.

"Gwyn,"she said, "do you like to paint?" Gwyn nodded. "Would you like to come over to my house on Saturday?" Again,he nodded.She smiled, "great I'll see you there."

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A/N: Anyway, pls review or send me an e-mail at narinenia@yahoo.com .