Second Chappy's out now, great! Oh, something I didn't explain before, Theron means "hunter" in Latin, and you'll learn more about them in later chapters.

I didn't say a disclaimer in the first chapter, sorry, but then again, I'm not using any of the characters from Twilight, only some ideas, but...

Diclaimer- I don't own any of the characters, nor did I make up some of the ideas, I'm just borrowing them!

CH.2- You're Diabetic?

Alden didn't come to class for another week. Camdyn wasn't sure if it was because he was trying to avoid her or for some other reason. Camdyn couldn't stop think about the Therons he mentioned. Who were they? And was Alden really a vampire? She remembered him how he looked in her room, still wearing the mahogany shirt and black pants, his golden eyes dark.

Camdyn found herself drawing eyes in her notebooks, and huge, golden, mysterious ones that seemed to change to black in her art class. She would draw the eyes all during her classes, not paying attention to her teachers.

Camdyn sat on a bench during lunch and didn't hear anyone approach.

"Camdyn?" her art teacher looked over her shoulder at the half shadowed face on her paper.

"Huh?" she continued putting pencil to paper and shading with her finger.

"You've drawn these same eyes for two days. Can't you draw something else?"

Camdyn looked up, "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Could you please say that again?"

"Camdyn, is there something wrong? You keep drawing those eyes, and nothing else."

Camdyn looked down at her paper, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that."

The young art teacher sat down next to her. She studied Camdyn's paper and back to her face, "Alden's eyes are spectacular, aren't they?"

"What?" Camdyn looked at her suspiciously, "How'd you know they were his?"

"Honey, I'm an art teacher. It's my job to look for beauty. But I also know that obsessions are useless. They don't get you anywhere. We all can have crushes and such, but is a guy you've known for less than a week worth all this attention?"

Camdyn sighed, "I guess you're right. He just seems so… mysterious, that's all."

"Don't they all?"

Carwyn spent the rest of the day trying to get her mind off of the mysterious Alden. He won't be coming back anyway, Camdyn told herself, I know what he is now. I'm a threat to him. It's not like people will believe me if I told them, but he won't take any chances.

So it was a surprise to her when Alden came back to class a week later. Camdyn left her friend at the door of her math class. She laughed as she entered the class and waited a second to let her eyes adjust. She glanced at her seat, and stared.

Alden was lounging in her seat, just sitting there like he belonged. Camdyn slowly walked over to her chair, staring the whole time. He looked up and gave her a smile.

"You're in my seat," she mumbled.

"I am aware of that."

Camdyn looked straight in his eyes, started. Her breath hitched and she couldn't tear her gaze away from his. He laughed at her, and his eyes crinkled up, but it was enough to break the trance.

"Fine," she said, and sat down him his desk. She could hear his laughter behind her.

The teacher walked in and took a double take, but let it slide, like everything that involved Alden.

Alden leaned close to her and whispered in her ear so only she could hear it, "I just wanted to be the one staring at you this time."

Camdyn blushed and kept staring straight ahead. She could still hear him chuckling. Camdyn kept squirming under his gaze for the rest of the class, and he would keep laughing at her. She tried to move as little as possible so he wouldn't laugh at her, but her stillness elicited his laughter also.

When the bell rang, she turned around in her seat and gave a short-lived glare. He'd caught her face in his hand and held her chin for a long moment. He gave her a wicked grin. Camdyn slapped his hand away and grabbed up her books.

He caught up to her and walked beside her to their next class, and again switched seats, this time just to sit next to her.

"¿Como estas?" He asked her.

"No estoy bien porque tu eres un idiota que me esta molestando."

He laughed at her answer. "Si señorita, pero no puedo dejar de mirarte."

She blushed and looked away.

"Camdyn, Alden, if you two can't pay attention, I could just send you both out of class."

The rest of the day passed much in the same fashion, Alden moving to sit next to her, and even sitting under the tree with her and her friends. School ended and she arrived home, relieved she didn't have to see him anymore. She found herself a banana to eat, and went upstairs to her room.

Camdyn dropped her books when she entered her room, for Alden was again sitting on her bed. This time he didn't get up.

"What are you doing here? You scared me!" Camdyn bent down to pick up her books.

"I have decided to figure out who you are. You are definitely not a Therona, but you smell like blood. You know I am a vampire, but yet you do not go telling everybody."

Camdyn snorted, "Who would believe me that paranormal beings aren't just fiction, and that the hottest guy in school is really a vampire?" His eyebrow lifted at that. Camdyn eyed him warily, "Why are you really here?"

"You intrigue me," he said simply.

"I intrigue you? You're the mysterious paranormal monster, aren't you? What am I to you?" Camdyn asked.

"You are the one who confuses me. I am normally a pretty good judge of people, but I guessed who you were, and I was wrong. You go to school reeking of the smell of blood, and I do not know why. Do you go around cutting yourself?" He was up off the bed and beside her in seconds. He grabbed up her arm with his cold hands and pulled back the sleeve, searching, but he didn't find what he was looking for. "See? I am wrong again."

"Well," she gulped, "I guess I'm sorry you can't figure me out."

"I am sorry too," he was back on the bed.

Stumbling, she asked, "Can… can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot," he said lazily.

"Well, I guess I just want to know… if the smell of blood makes you…crazy?" she swallowed.

"Very," he eyed her.

Camdyn was twiddling her thumbs now, a crease in her brow, "Well, then can I ask you to leave?"

"Why?"

"The…smell…of blood…Can you just please leave, only for a minute."

"What are you going to do?" he stood up from the bed and stalked over to her.

"I need to check my blood sugar. I have to check it every time I come home, incase I have to take some insulin," she looked at him.

"Blood sugar? Insulin? You are a diabetic?" he wasn't expecting that.

"I have type 1, childhood diabetes. Could you just leave for a second? You can come back in a few minutes."

Alden nodded and moved to the window. Before he disappeared, he said, "Be sure to burn the test strip."

Camdyn ran to the window and looked out, but he wasn't there. She stuck her head back inside and dug her machine out of her purse. She opened a test strip and put it in the machine. She then took out a needle and pricked her finger. She squeezed a drop of blood out and touched it to the test strip. She waited a few seconds before the machine beeped once and read 83. She sucked on her finger and out her kit back together, removing the test strip. She went downstairs, dug in a drawer in the kitchen, and found matches. Lighting one, she dropped it into her mom's ceramic incense bowl with the test strip, and watched as it and her dried blood burned. She ran upstairs, and he was in her room again.

"Forget about something?"

"What?" Camdyn was confused.

Alden walked over to her and took up her finger, and his hands were like ice as he held it. A tiny drop of blood was on the tip.

"You… you came back before I could do anything about it." Camdyn stammered.

"Maybe I did not want you to do anything about it," he moved her finger close to his lips, but didn't lick up the blood. He curled her hand into a fist and rested it under his chin, all the while staring into her blue eyes.

Camdyn's breathing became fast, and heat surged up her neck. His coldness didn't seem to matter as he placed his hand upon her neck, "So much blood ready for the taking. I could kill you now and make it look like something happened. I would be gone from this stupid town before anyone would find out."

"But you wouldn't." Camdyn looked him straight in the eyes.

"How do you know?"

"If you had wanted to, you would not even have left the room. You see blood, it's there for you to take, and I wouldn't be able to fight you off, yet you don't even taste it. I'm sure you're not the kind to torture your victims; you wouldn't be able to bear it. You're too good of a person…vampire." Camdyn uncurled her hand and placed it on his cheek. Their eyes couldn't stop staring at each others, and Alden slowly dipped his head to hers.

Their lips met in a tentative kiss, eyes open. Camdyn kissed him back and the passion intensified. Their lips locked in a second, deep, passionate kiss before Alden pulled away. His eyes searched her face slowly, and he kissed her again. Camdyn had to break off for air, but smiled against his lips.

A door opened and shut downstairs, and Camdyn's head turned a tiny bit before Alden caught it and brought her lips back to his. Freezing hands on both sides of her burning cheeks, Alden kissed her one last time before he disappeared.

"Camdyn!" her mother called from downstairs.

"Coming, mom!"

That spanish conversation they had, this is the translation:

Alden: "How are you?"

Camdyn: "I'm not good because you're and idiot who's annoying me."

Alden: "Yes (miss?), but I can't stop looking at you."