VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE! PLEASE READ! ! !

It has come to my attention that it's been quite a while since I've last updated this story. It quite honestly amazed me to still receive a PM from a very loyal and dedicated fan (Charmedbycharmed) in regards to its status. However, just like I explained to Charmed I appear to have reached an impasse. The embarassing truth is I began writing Star Twins when I was only 15 years old. During this time I believed that readers simply wanted a strong female character along with a love story. The character didn't need to have any development or even appeal she just needed to be badass. Not only that, but I allowed several outside sources to guide my ideas in their own direction. I pushed away what I felt and what the characters were telling me just to make others happy. Which leads me to some revelations. There are certain parts and even chapters in this story that I do enjoy very much. However, there are others I simply cannot stand. I have gone back many times to the very beginning of this story to re-read it and I think to myself "Forget this chick. Like honestly, if I ever saw her in the street, I would punch her in the face. Why would I want to be around someone like her?" To be completely honest, Leslie was originally going to be a much more mature, serious, and dark character. I was going to allow the people around her and the plot to slowly develop her into someone much more easy-going and fun. There are several occasions within this story in which she attempted to be funny, and, or sarcastic and she just came off as annoying. These particular scenes make me cringe and I quite sincerely hate them. Elena, there's not much to say about her. I gave her the personality of a five-year-old and I despise it so much. Charmed pointed out that their sisterly love and my plot were some very good parts of this story and I completely agree. Leslie and Elena's care for each other is one thing I actually loved writing. In regards to the plot, I deeply enjoyed writing about their powers and coming up with a new species of alien. All of that I do thoroughly enjoy, but I don't enjoy or like my main characters' personalities and that's a problem. Therefore, I have come to the decision that I am going to go back and rewrite this story. I am going to attempt to write what I wanted this story to be and what my characters were telling me all along. I will go ahead and apologize to everyone that may not agree with my decision or is disappointed with these turn of events. However, I do advice that everyone go back and thorougly re-read this story to see and understand what I mean. I will be updating and replacing old chapters some time during these next few months. If anyone actually cares to know when the new and revised chapters are up feel free to send me a tweet on twitter ( FallenAnqel13). I don't like or even know how to use Facebook, Snapchat, or Instagram, or any other social media thing. I just don't like them. I'm old I know. Laugh it up guys. Anyway, I was only going to post this author's note, but I owe you guys for sticking with me through all of these years. So, I will place part of the next chapter of this story down below I hope you guys enjoy! Take care everyone!

Advice Of The Day

*You know you've written a crappy story if you as the writer can't go back and re-read it.*

Chapter 40

(Zackery's POV)

I roughly passed my hand over my face and moved to sit down in the waiting room. I placed my head in my hands and lowered my head towards the floor. Leslie was going to die and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Leslie might think that I don't care about her, but I do. I needed her alive. My plans were not going to crumble before my eyes simply due to some heart condition. She had so much ahead of her, yet she only has approximately eight months to live. How could this have happened? How could she be dying? I had everything planned so perfectly.

Even if I had to go straight to the fiery pits of hell for her cure, I was going to save her. I would put my best doctors and scientists to work on finding a cure for her. Leslie couldn't die. There was still so much that I needed her to do.

I was pulled out of my depressing thoughts by the sound of an older, human male saying.

"You look down, friend. Let me tell you about my day. Maybe you will see that your fortune isn't so bad."

I proceeded to look up from the floor and turned to stare at the human sitting beside me. He seemed in his late thirties maybe early forties. He appeared to have been sobbing for a while. How strange. I gave him a small nod and motioned for him to continue. Maybe this man's fortune was much worse than mine at the moment. Maybe his daughter or mate had just passed away. The man simply stared ahead towards the glass windows and proceeded to tell me his story.

"My only daughter, the light of my life, my greatest pride and joy is now the greatest embarassement to my family. She will be a single mother and I can't accept that. The bastard left her and now she will have to care for the child on her own. My family has always prided itself in having whole and happy families for generations. Do you see how cruel life is? It gave me a bad daughter that makes me suffer. What will my friends say? They are going to mock me for such a shameful thing. In exactly eight months from now she will give birth to a bastard child."

And the human proceeded to tell me about the shame and embarassement his only daughter had brought upon himself and his family. His suffering and pain so absurd. Were all humans so illogical and prideful? Did all of them stress over such pety and irrational things? Humans like this man were the reason I raised Leslie the way I did. I never wanted her to stress over stupid and meaningless things like a weak human. He then turned to look at me and asked.

"Now, tell me about yourself. What is it that troubles you? Although, I don't think that your pain could be compared to mine."

I proceeded to stare at the human before me and replied honestly.

"What I wouldn't give to switch your fortune with mine. There are many people that drown themselves in a glass of water, but just listen to what I have to say. In exactly eight months from now, you will leave a hospital with a grandson or grandaughter in your arms. Meanwhile, I will leave a hospital with a dead corpse in a casket. There is nothing that can be done for my daughter. She is slowly dying and there isn't anything on this planet that can save her life. So, go to your daughter now that she is alive and well, and will be by your side for many years to come. Enjoy your daughter and grandchild, since you have been lucky enough to have them both in your life."

With that, I rose from my chair and proceeded to go check up on Leslie, leaving the human to ponder over my words. I wasn't naturally a caring or helpful ... person? Was I even a person? The point of the matter was that the human had many things to learn. There were just some things that were much more important than one's pride.

(Leslie's POV)

I slowly released Damon and whispered.

"Hey, Damon, come on. Don't trip. You knew that eventually I would die. I'm not an immortal bad*ss vampire like you."

I tried joking with him trying to see if maybe that would take away that depressed look on his face, and it seemed to work. He smirked and replied.

"Oh, so I'm a bad*ss now? What happened to, 'conceited jerk who knows he's hot and thinks he can do whatever he wants'?"

I laughed and replied.

"Don't get me wrong, you're still all of that. It's just that I've just learned to accept you for you. Conceited, stubborn, arrogant, sometimes a douche to your brother, all of that is what actually makes Damon ... Damon. If Damon likes to feed off of innocent maidens then I say go for it. Be you. If Damon likes to flaunt how hot he is and use it to his advantage. Then who am I to judge or stop him?"

"And why is Leslie speaking of Damon in third person when Damon is right here?"

I smiled and replied sarcastically.

"Because sometimes Damon can be slow at understanding what is being said to him."

At that, he tilted his head lightly then gave me his signature smirk while replying.

"Well Leslie isn't that great at understanding things either. Like the fact that she will not die if Damon has anything to say about it."

What? What did he just say? Was he suggesting that ... that he would turn me! I slowly removed my hands from his and replied cautiously.

"Damon, you're not suggesting that you'll ... "

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and asked with a smirk.

"That I'll what, Leslie?"

I gulped then replied hesitantly.

"That ... you'll turn me."

Damon instantly shook his head and replied honestly.

"No, I'm not suggesting anything."

I gave a small sigh of relief and replied.

"Oh, well that's good because ..."

"I'm just telling you what is actually going to happen. It's kind of like a heads up."

I took deep breath then replied.

"Damon, you can't ..."

He narrowed his eyes at me and replied seriously.

"Watch me."

I slowly shook my head and said.

"No, you're not listening. You can't ..."

"I can and I will."

"Damon."

I said in a warning tone. At this, he quickly stood up from his chair and snarled angrily.

"Don't, "Damon" me, Leslie! I am not going to let you die and that is final! This discussion is over!"

I merely stared at him with my mouth hanging open in pure disbelief. Suddenly, I could feel "bitchy" Leslie rise to the surface. I instantly clenched my hands together and snarled back.

"Screw you, Damon! If I want to have a nice, peaceful, death then freaking let me! How dare you try to take away my choice! We both knew that eventually I would die. So, I don't know why all of a sudden ..."

He was instantly in my face snarling.

"Because you haven't even lived yet! That's why I AM going to turn you!"

"Oh yeah? Well, we'll just see about that because ..."

Before I could even blink, Damon's fangs flashed out. He then bit his wrist, and quickly pressed it to my mouth where he shoved his blood down my throat. I instantly tried to spit it out but I couldn't. Once all of his blood had gone down my esophagus, I turned and gave him a murderous glare and nearly screamed.

"How could you, Damon!? How dare you just ... just ..."

He calmly backed away from me and replied bluntly.

"I WILL snap your neck, Leslie. That was only if something like what happened earlier happens again. The blood should be out of your system by tomorrow. Though, keep arguing and you'll be feeding on that stupid blonde nurse that keeps trying to flirt with me by the time you leave this damn hospital."

I instantly narrowed my eyes and snarled angrily.

"You wouldn't dare."

He smirked cockily at me and replied smugly.

"Try me."

"You're an *sshole."

His smirk only grew and he replied sarcastically.

"Isn't that why you're my friend though? You like me because I'm me. Or, did I just hear wrong?"

What could I reply to that? He was right and I knew it. That was why I liked Damon. His complete disregard for the rules was why I respected him. He was himself and didn't let what other people thought affect his decisions or actions. He was real, and that was something that I respected. Another thing I liked was how he never backed down to me. He stood his ground when he firmly thought he was right. He had guts and that only made me like him even more.

Probably one of his best and most noticeable attributes would be his great methods of manipulation. That was definitely a huge bonus in my book. He was good at twisting and changing things in his favor. Hey, anybody that had the guts to do what he just did to me, and not cower at my death threats was definitely cool in my book. Although, I wasn't going to tell him that. That would only inflate his already jumanjo ego.

Therefore, I simply scowled at him then turned to look out the window. He was sadly mistaken if he thought I would speak to him after he did that to me. I was my own person and it really ticked me off when people thought they could dictate over my life. Damon was just as proud as I was, since he moved to stand on the other side of the room looking at the posters on the wall. Prideful *sshole. Then again, I was acting the same way. Hm, I guess Elena was right. Damon and I are more alike than I thought. Well, wasn't that just great?

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of my door opening. I looked over towards the door and realized it was my dad. I was about to speak when he beat me to it and said.

"My, oh my, the sexual tension in the air is quite palpable."

I glared at him and replied.

"You're not funny."

It was then Damon who spoke and said.

"On the contrary, I find him very humorous."

I turned to glare at him and Damon simply smirked at me. I decided to not let him get to me and merely turned away from him. My dad simply chuckled and asked.

"And what, pray tell, did he do to make you so upset?"

I narrowed my eyes at him and replied annoyed.

"He shoved his blood down my throat. I'm still contemplating whether I should punch him in the mouth, or kick him where it hurts."

At my statement, my dad seemed to freeze and his smile instantly vanished. He narrowed his eyes and asked.

"He force-fed you his blood?"

I nodded then replied casually.

"Like I said, I'm still debating on how to ... "

I was cut short when my dad instantly grabbed Damon by the throat and slammed him against the wall. My eyes grew wide in surprise and I instantly said.

"Dad! Let him go!"

My dad ignored me completely and snarled at Damon.

"Are you an imbecile!? You can't turn her!"

Damon was one confident vamp. That, or he was just plain dumb. Since, he merely narrowed his eyes and replied with a smirk.

"Watch me."

My dad pulled him slightly from the wall then slammed him harder against it. The force was so great that several paintings fell to the floor. I had only seen my dad this pissed off back when the principal had yelled at me. Therefore, I sat up straighter and said more loudly.

"Dad! Cut it out!"

He once again ignored me and growled at Damon.

"Listen to me you pathetic child! You can't turn her because she can't turn! If she dies with vampire blood in her system, she will die PERMANENTLY! HER HEART ISN'T STRONG ENOUGH!"

At that remark, Damon's smirk vanished and turned to shock. My dad then released him and stepped back. He folded his arms across his chest then stated seriously.

"My daughter will be your responsibility for the next twenty-four hours. If she dies, I will personally end your pathetic existence. You've been warned."

With that, my dad shoved past him and stormed out the door. I flinched at the sound of the door slamming and looked over at Damon. He seemed fine. It could have been worse. A LOT worse. Damon merely rubbed his sore throat then said.

"I didn't know."

Instead of still being mad at him, I merely sighed and replied.

"I tried to tell you, Damon. I just never thought you would be so willing to turn me."

He remained silent and looked the other way. I slowly laid back against my pillow then said.

"How ... how are you? Did he break anything? He can be really aggressive when he's pissed off. He shouldn't have attacked you. I'll ... I'll talk to him later."

At that, Damon looked over at me then smirked and replied.

"You're worried about me. I'm flattered."

I gave him a small smile in response then said.

"Well, you were just attacked by my over psychotic father. I think I have very good reasons to worry. Besides, you were only trying to be a good friend to me ... in your own twisted way, but I respect that."

Damon seemed to ponder on my words then said casually.

"Well, let's try not to die today. Deal?"

There was the Damon I knew. I smiled and replied with a laugh.

"I'll try to remain alive, IF you bust me out of this joint."

He merely regarded me carefully and replied with a smirk.

"I don't think so. You're still recovering."

I pretended to pout and said.

"Aw, come on, Damon. Don't be such an old man. Live a little."

At that, he chuckled and replied honestly.

"Believe me I've lived enough for nearly everyone on this planet."

I placed my index finger lightly against my chin and said thoughtfully.

"Hm, good point. Still, come on! Don't be like that. Besides, I actually think your blood helped. I don't feel as tired or pained. I actually feel like just running around or jumping on a trampoline."

I then placed my hand down and imagined jumping on the trampoline I had back when I was a kid. Damon's smile seemed to grow at my comment, since he said suggestively.

"There are other things you could jump on besides a trampoline."

It took me a couple of seconds to understand what he meant, but when it finally clicked, I narrowed my eyes and simply said.

"Perv."

He laughed and replied.

"You know you love that about me."

I didn't want to continue going down that road with him, so I said again.

"So, what? You going to break me out, or not? Come on, Damon! I ... I'll owe you one!"

At that statement, his head instantly turned to stare at me. The smile and look he was giving me promised me something I wouldn't like. Maybe saying that wasn't such a good idea. Before I could take it back, Damon was instantly in my face and whispered.

"Deal."

TO BE CONTINUED