It was undisputed that Eleanor Weinstein, Allison Callanan, Charlotte Lowe and Rebecca Lowe were the most popular girls in Timber Creek High; they were cheerleaders after all. Eleanor Weinstein – voted most likely to become famous and class president two years running. Allison Callanan – captain of the cheer squad and three time national champion for public speaking. Charlotte Lowe – Guinness World Record holder for youngest cheerleader to cheer for a major NFL team and official representative for high school cheerleading. Rebecca Lowe – the younger sister of Charlotte and a model that's modelled for brands like Burberry, Gucci, Chanel and Prada.

They were unstoppable together. The group were always together; and if you wanted to say something to one of them, you had to say it to all four of them. They were just that close.

People remembered the night the group's reign came crumbling down. It all started with Eleanor's break-up with her boyfriend after he cheated on her with some freshman and Eleanor left the party she was attending – then she just disappeared. For two weeks, nobody knew where she was. She didn't call, text, or even tweet – she seemed to just vanish into thin air. Then she just appeared; her skin was pale, eyes darker and she'd never looked more attractive. But she had changed – the Eleanor people knew was dead and gone and in her place was a leather clad and compelling woman, one who could destroy a nation with a single word.

Then Allison went missing a few weeks after Eleanor; leaving no trace apart from her notebook which had nothing inside it except for ramblings of a teenage cheerleader. Then she came back, looking just the same as Eleanor – same pale skin and dark eyes. But Allison was different; she had enough power in her new life to take over a person's mind and force them to do things they would never do for her own personal gain.

After Allison, it was only a matter of time until Charlotte joined her fellow cheerleaders into the new world of being pale and beautiful. Charlotte wasn't like Allison or Eleanor, she could tear the world apart simply by diving into people's minds and show people their worst nightmares. She was no longer the sweet Charlotte everyone knew; she was a cunning and ruthless killer.

Serval days after Charlotte; her younger sister joined the sisterhood. Rebecca was the youngest but perhaps the most deadly out of the four of them, she could move objects with her mind which came in handy when they needed to kill quickly and discreetly. The child Rebecca used to be was dead and in her place, a psychotic and cruel woman was there. Despite being the youngest, Rebecca was also the most loyal – following her sisters around like a lost puppy and obeyed every command she was given.

The four of them were powerful as humans but indestructible as vampires and they would not stop until they destroyed all who did them wrong or harmed them in their human lives, they would tear the world apart if they had to. The only truly disturbing part about this story was Eleanor's diary – it was filled with pages upon pages of all the things she and her newly found sisters had done. The people they had killed, the things they had done to stay alive and the unspeakable acts they had done to the people who had hurt them in their past life – everything was in there. It was kept in a locked box under Eleanor's bed, but mysteriously disappeared before her mother had a chance to turn it into the police.

But that was how the story ends; to get to the heart of the story and understand what truly happened between the characters, you have to go back to where it all began.

FOUR MONTHS EARLIER

It was 6:15am and Eleanor Weinstein's alarm had just gone off, igniting a loud groan from the teenager as she placed her alarm on snooze so she could go back to sleep for a few more moments. Going out on a Sunday night when you have school the following morning was never a good idea, but Eleanor did it anyway.

Her alarm went off once more, finally waking her up properly. Sighing, she turned her alarm off and put on some loud pop song she liked. She sat down at her dressing table, frantically forcing her hair brush through her hair. Once she was satisfied, she pulled her hair into a tight ponytail before spraying on enough body spray, hair spray and deodorant to sink the Titanic twice over.

Moving off her chair, she quickly got dressed into her cheerleading uniform; a red vest with white and black on the collar, a skirt that came down to just above her knees with black and white on the end and white trainers. Looking in the mirror, Eleanor sighed as she glanced at her reflection. The girl she saw wasn't the one she felt like inside; inside, she felt like the insecure twelve year old she used to be before cheerleading came into her life. Even with her friends, she still felt like that little girl.

The sound of her phone going off brought her out of her inner monologue. Racing over to her phone, she saw it was a text from Allison. A small smile came onto her lips as she brought up the chat and read through the text properly.

ALLIE: morning bitch, I'll be over in 15 mins luv u

ELLIE: luv u too ❤

ALLIE: omg did u hear? Charli has a new man bitch

ELLIE: no fuckin way who is it?

ALLIE: Jason! He's so grimy it's gross

ELLIE: ikr he smells like a dead body

ALLIE: loooooooool 😂

ELLIE: dude, we gotta tell Charli that she's with a serial killer

ALLIE: totallyyyy get ur ass out here now pls ur starbucks is melting and dribbling on my seat

Eleanor closed the conversation before grabbing her school bag and turning off her music, racing downstairs and grabbing her sunglasses and an energy bar from one of the cupboards in the kitchen. Running out of her front door and diving into Allison's car before it drives away before Eleanor even had a chance to strap in.

Allison Callanan was what you would call the "perfect" cheerleader, with her long dark hair, long and slender legs and tanned skin; she was the girl all the boys would die for. She'd been the subject of every guy's wet dream since the 7th grade and she definitely deserves it and thrives upon it. Out of the three of them, Allison was definitely the most adored and sexualised. But that was the life of a cheerleader. As soon as you're announced as a cheerleader, you're expected to look hot at all times. It's a sad fact, but it's also the truth.

The car arrived in the parking lot of Timber Creek High, the two teenagers climbing out of it with their sunglasses on, Starbucks drinks in one hand while the other arm held their handbags. As soon as the pair walked in through the main doors, everyone stopped and stared at them. The usual reaction they got going almost anywhere. They gave each other a reassuring nod before they walked through the halls to find the third member of their little sisterhood.

Charlotte Lowe was not a whore. She just tended to get bored with boys easily and would move on pretty quickly once a relationship was over. She was only with Jason because she'd heard the stories about how he was one hell of a good fuck, nothing more and nothing less. She didn't believe in love, she stopped believing in it since she was a child. The only people she loved were her little sister and her two best friends.

Her long dark brown hair hung in neat curls around her middle something she'd supposedly insured for $17,000 but that was just a rumour – a rumour she fully supported despite it being completely false. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, shining like two sapphires. Her lips were always painted a coral pink or dark red, making them stand out from her already pale complexion.

The moment she saw her fellow cheerleaders, she pushed her boyfriend off of her to walk beside them. She placed her sunglasses on, quickly mimicking the walking speed of her two best friends. "You guys got Starbucks and you didn't get me one? Tad harsh, Allie."

Allison stopped walking, turning to her friend before placing her sunglasses onto the top of her head. "You didn't get here in time, too busy with your serial killer boyfriend." Her voice sounded harsh before she burst into a fit of laughter, followed by her arm wrapping around Charlotte's shoulder. "I'm kidding, brainless. But seriously, your new boytoy is a serial killer in the making."

Charlotte laughed, grabbing the Starbucks cup from her friend and taking a sip from it. "He is not! He just looks like one, but he is one hell of a good fuck, though. Everybody knows that."

"Everyone being you, Charlie." Eleanor laughed, taking a long sip from her Starbucks cup. "The guy reeks of death! Don't come crying to me when you're being murdered."

Allison wrapped an arm around Eleanor's shoulder, bringing Eleanor's body closer to hers. "Speaking of boytoys, how's that weirdo you're dating – what was his name? Oh yeah; Alex, how's it going with him?"

Eleanor shrugged her shoulders, continuing to walk down the busy hallway. "It's going well, I suppose. But I think it's time to move on to the next stage of our relationship – like doing it." Her cheeks flushed as she hung her head for a moment before hiding her face in her best friend's chest.

Allison let out a loud laugh, releasing Eleanor from her grasp to clap her hands together, silence falling across the busy hallway. "Ladies and gentlemen of this shit establishment we call school – Eleanor Weinstein, a member of our very own cheerleading squad is about to get fucked by the captain of our very own football team; Alex Novoa. That is all!"

The hallway erupted into laughter and cheering, prompting Eleanor to shove Allison slightly before she ran off towards the girl's changing rooms. Allison and Charlotte looked at each other then looked at Eleanor's running form before looking back to each other again. "That girl needs to get fucked." Charlotte muttered, her arm linking with Allison's as the pair walked towards the changing room. "And speaking of girls who need to get fucked – where the fuck is my sister when you need her?"

Rebecca Lowe was the younger sister of Charlotte, but she was no less part of the group. She was the school's mascot but she didn't mind it as much as one would think – she got to hang out with her sister and her friends all day, and that was one of the only things she cared about. She was one of the kindest people in the world, anyone could talk to her and she would listen to them and give them time to have a proper conversation – rather unlike Allison who would shoo most people away.

She knew she was late to practice but she couldn't do anything with that information since the head to her wolf costume was stuck inside her locker – again. This happened almost every single time she needed to get the costume out of her locker and use it for practice, since the other cheerleaders insisted in her being there at all practice. In that moment, Rebecca hated her life, simply because almost everyone treated her like dirt.

In school, she was simply known as the "less hot" version of her sister and it wasn't something she wanted to be known as forever. Her blue eyes were slightly lighter than her sisters and her long curly hair was longer and darker than her sister's but that was where the differences ended – she really was a shorter version of her sister.

After what seemed like forever, Rebecca finally got her costume head free from her locker. A wide smile came onto her lips as she held the head in her hands, closing her locker and running as fast as her legs could carry her towards the sports field.

Arriving, she had to catch her breath before she could get anything out. "I know I'm late, and I'm really sorry. The head got stuck again-"

"Rebecca, you are 14 minutes late – if you weren't Charlie's sister, I'd kick you out of the squad. I don't give a fuck if you were shot, I expect you to arrive to practice on time. Is that clear?" Allison shouted towards Rebecca, the grip on her clipboard growing tighter every second she held onto it.

Rebecca looked as if she was going to cry but swallowed them as she tried to remain strong for Allison. "Crystal, Allison." She muttered, placing the head on her costume over her own.

Allison's look of rage suddenly disappeared within the blink of an eye, throwing the clipboard to the floor before turning towards the rest of the squad. "Alright, we have four days left of school before summer but don't think I'm expecting you all to be slacking. I need you all to focus so maybe we can actually have some fun."