A/N ok, so i accidentally posted the wrong chapter for chapter three...so read this one, and i'll post chapter for right now 2 because i feel bad...i'm so sorry!

Gazzy POV

"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAXX!" I whined at her for what had to be the fourth time that hour.

"Gazzy! For the thirtieth time, yes, you must go to school! It's because of you we're going at night…..trust me, you're going to have a great year!"

"So you say." I mumbled under my breath.

We pulled up to the giant school. I was surprised they considered it a high school, because it looked large enough to be a college.

Today was orientation, so we would get our schedules and then go around to our classes…..FUN! Not.

As we walked into the building a girl to the right of the main atrium caught my eye. She was standing next to a small girl that looked like she would burst into tears at any moment. The first girl had jet black hair, and a mighty fine body. The smaller one had red hair and a small figure.

I was immediately intrigued by the taller girl, and as she looked over at me I saw her eyes widen. She whispered something into the ear of the smaller girl and she too looked up. It seemed I was worth looking at, but I had a feeling there was something more to their gazes.

"C'mon, Gazzy! We have to go to Mr. Valderma's class for our schedules." Angel said as she tugged on my sleeves.

As Angel, Iggy, Max, Wendy, Fang and I walked along the corridors I was amazed by how much larger Johnson was than I originally thought. Once we found our class and sat down, I took in the other kids in the room.

As my gaze traveled to the door, the two girls from before walked in. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Angel look at them, and from her face I could tell she was going to sit by them, whether they wanted her to or not.

They sat down behind us, and I turned in my seat.

"Hi, I'm Jaren, who are you?" I asked the girls. I had told everyone I was to go by Jaren in public for the simple fact that I didn't want to call myself Gazzy to other people.

"Hey, I'm Kara." The taller one said.

"Hello, I'm Presciliana." The smaller one smiled at me, and then struck up a conversation with Angel.

"So, what grade are you in?" I asked Kara.

"I'm a sophomore, like Presciliana. You?"

"Sophomore. My family and I just moved down here from the north."

"Oh, really? Priss and I moved from west Texas. We've been here for about three weeks."

"Oh, that's cool." Mr. Valderama started talking to us and forced me to turn around. I promised myself I would talk to Kara after class, but she took off with Presciliana as soon as the bell rang.

Kara POV

"What do you think of that boy, Jaren? Could he be Moroi?" Presciliana asked me as we walked to our first class, Algebra II with Mrs. Arechiga.

"I think so. Didn't you see how he looked? And I swear I saw fangs in his mouth. He has to be….but I wonder if he knows it." I said with an inquiring look on my face.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, he didn't seem to know he was Moroi, only that he had to hide whatever he was from other people. Whatever the case we need to stay close to him. Priss, you need to hang with him as much as possible. Get inside his head, and find out if he is what we think he is."

"Ok, but I don't think it's me he wants to hang out with."

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't see the look on his face when he was talking to you? Come on Kara! You can't be so oblivious! I don't care if you're always watching me! He was so totally into you!"

"Priss I don't have time for boys. You know that!"

"Whatever."

I laughed as I took my seat in the classroom. We weren't really doing anything, so I asked to go to the restroom.

As I got the pass and left the room I decided to do a little scouting. There weren't many people in the school because night classes were only offered to 10th through 12th graders, and most of those people went to day school.

I was down on the second floor by the science wing when the lights shut off. I looked around in the pitch black, searching for threats. As a dhampir I could see in the dark better than a human, but I knew that Strigoi could see ten times better than me, and a Moroi could see five times better than me.

I stiffened as a hand gripped my neck from behind and tried to turn, but my captor would not loosen his grip.

"Little Dhampir," whispered the person. I knew who it was immediately though, because only one person I knew said those words to me.

"Isaiah. What are you doing here? I haven't seen you since Presciliana and I escaped from the school and your mansion."

"Why all the malice Kara? Do you not like me?"

Isaiah was a friend of Presciliana's. Being a Moroi, he was like a cousin to her, so when we escaped of course we went to him. But he was so annoying and kept attempting to get me into bed, so I convinced Priss we'd be better on our own.

I had a reputation at St. Vlad's. I fooled around way to much for my own good, but I never had sex. Moroi men loved me for my body, dhampir men loved me for my strength, but it was all a show. None of it was for real.

When I didn't reply he spoke again, closer than before, his lips grazing my ear. "Let's get out of here, little dhampir. I know a great place where we can go together." His lips trailed down the skin of my neck. Again I tried to escape, but he was just too strong for me.

And then it hit me. He shouldn't be stronger than me. As a rule, dhampirs were stronger than Moroi. The only way he would be stronger than me was if "You're a Strigoi now, aren't you?"

He turned me around to face him and I gasped at his glowing red eyes. "Very good, little dhampir." His finger traced my exposed collar bone. "Now, let's go." He smiled, showing off his glistening white fangs and I knew I was dead.

sorry again!

Ember o.O