Hi~! This is only my second fanfic, so please don't be excessively criticising! T.T So, here is the first chapter of the story! ^_^ Yeah... But, I predict this story will be rather short. That aside, I hope thsi story is satisfactory! :)

~No one's POV~

It was he, Jeremy Ashworth, that Rachel Everwitt has always been observing from afar; Jeremy was the man who continuously ran through her thoughts day by day. Her shy, introvert exterior kept Rachel from even approaching him. And sometimes, Rachel just thinks to herself, Jeremy... Will you ever notice me?

Jeremy just continues chatting away happily with his friends, not even giving Rachel a single glance. Her mysteriously haunting magenta eyes gazing intently at him, he still fails to see that she thinks the world of him. "Hey! Jeremy, wanna go for dinner?" One of Jeremy's closest friends called out to him, seeming very eager.

"Oh, sure! I'd love it, Blake!" The voice of a cinnamon-coloured haired girl responded. Jeremy, just sat there, eyes thoughtful. Voice expressing his exhaustion, he reluctantly said "Okay, I'll go..."

Despite the many friends Jeremy had, he never seemed to appreciate them one bit. He was always keeping to himself no matter how much anyone tries to get closer to him. But, unfortunately, unlike Jeremy, Rachel didn't have any friends at school. No, not even a single one.

Yet, Rachel still didn't have the courage to confess to him. All her cousins, siblings and relatives were very daring and bold people, but they were so daring and bold that all of them stood out from the others in the very same way a diamond would in a pile of rocks and pebbles.

In her whole family, she alone was the odd one out. The one who couldn't even muster enough courage to confess. But, in truth, not everyone can confess, right? In spite of her lack of courage, she still went on ahead and followed Jeremy as he sauntered out the school gates, running a hand through his hair, with his friends.

Slowly, but surely, puuting together the little pieces of courage scattered throughout her being, she called out as loud as she could. So loud that even Rachel herself didn't know how in the world she managed to do so. "Jeremy, wait!"

Just as she expected and wanted, he turned around and his seemingly intimidating gaze rested on her. "What is it?" he asked, showing no interest at all. She approached him slowly, making sure she didn't trip along the way. Playing with her fingers, she looked at the tiny rocks and smooth pebbled beneath her feet. "Is it true that... um, you are friends with... my elder brother?" her meek voice surprised him.

"Yes, it's true. I was friends with your bro before he died in that plane crash. Why and what's your name?" Rachel's heart lept jubilantly as he asked her that. "Um... My name's Rachel Everwitt... I just wanted to ask to make sure. My brother requested me to tell you... that you can come to me for help any time, that's it... I guess I'll see you around." With that last sentence, she walked past him and rode a cab back to her parents' ancient manor.

Just as Rachel stepped into the place, her other brother asked, suspicion distinct in his tone, "Where were you? You usually reach home by 5 pm on Thurdays. Did you make a new friend or something similar?" Trudging up the stairs leading to her room, her private space, she responded "I had just had to wait a longer period of time for a cab to pass by. Nothing changed."

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Rachel sighed, throwing her things onto the couch and flinging herself onto her bed. Sometimes, she earnestly wished that more than one person cared for her. Not just her only living brother, Andrew, but also her mom, her dad, her other siblings and relatives... They didn't give a damn, they couldn't. She has and always will be forever more, an outcast in the Everwitt family.

Apart from Andrew, her other kin looked down on her, for being so timid, so meek and so intimidated at nearly everyone. But, the one and only reason why the Everwitts were so bold was because they were far superior to humans in almost every single way. And they knew they were superior.

Why? Simple : The Everwitt family was a family of powerful witches. Witches that directly descended from Hecate, the Witch Queen, if you want to stroke their ego. The laws of the Night World clearly stated that no member of the Night World was to let any human being know that they existed and the law also forbade any Night Person from falling in love with a human. In addition to that, the penalty of breaking either of these laws was death.

Despite her family's social status in the both the Night World and the human world, Rachel was still as timid as a mouse. And she herself knew she would never be like the rest of her family.

Chapter 1 is now over! I hope you enjoyed it! ^_^