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Morgans POV:

I waited patiently for Callum to start. I still didn't know how he knew my family, when I'd never seen him before in my life.

He sat on the couch, and put his legs under him. When he did that, it looked cute. Sort of like a cat. "I came here when I was about your age. I had my first mission here. I was chasing a rogue vampire and shapeshifter killing team, and your Mom got me out of a scrape. I've known her since then, and she introduced me to your Dad and Mary K."

I frowned. "Why not me?"

He shrugged casually. "Because I asked her to."

"Why?" I was getting seriously confused.

"About the time she introduced to Mary K. and your Dad, you were having some problems. She didn't want to add any more people to the mix since you had already become a vampire slayer, and it was too risky for you."

"Oh." I was at a loss for words.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, fine." I smiled at him. It was absolutely impossible to even try and hate him.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get that!" I shouted. I walked out of the room and opened the door. It was Bree warren and Robbie Gurevitch, my two best friends. It seemed like years since I had last seen them.

"Hi, you guys! Um, why are you here?" I asked, confused.

Robbie raised an eyebrow. He had dark hair and dark eyes, but he had acne that covered most of his face, which made his face look like a pizza. Though a few years ago, in 4th grade, he had been cute. "Morganita, we come to your house most weekends?"

I groaned. I hated it when he called me by that name. But I still had to bear with it.

"And you blew me off on Friday, disappeared on Saturday, and came back today. Don't you think we were gonna be concerned about you?" Bree added. Bree had mink black hair that I was jealous of, and large chocolate brown eyes with a figure to kill for. She came in, Robbie behind her, and I held the door open for them.

"Bree, I told you I'm sorry." I rolled my eyes.

"It's okay." Bree walked into the living room, then stopped dead in her tracks. I hid a smile behind my hand, and walked over to where Callum was standing.

"Bree, Robbie, I'd like you to meet Callum Drache, a friend of mine. Callum, I'd like you to meet Bree Warren and Robbie Gurevitch, my two best friends." I introduced them to each other.

Robbie was the first to speak. "So who are you? Her boyfriend?"

"Robbie!" I glared at him. If looks could kill, he'd have been dead by now.

Callum laughed, and the sound made me shiver. "Of course we are." He came over and put his arm around my shoulder in a possessive-boyfriend manner.

Bree looked at us, and something flashed over her face. I was startled, but convinced myself I could have imagined it.

"Finally someone who can tame our Morgan." Robbie smiled happily at me, and I smiled back. But I was still worried.

"I'm not wild." I informed him.

"Of course you're not." He said.

I resisted the urge to stamp my foot. "I. Am. Not. Wild."

"I would know if my best friend's wild." Bree came over to me, and slipped her arm through mine. I felt relief. Maybe I had imagined it after all.

I smirked at Robbie. "There's your proof."

He shook his head, sighing dramatically. "Poor me."

"Poor you." I echoed.

Robbie sat down in the corner chair. "So, where've you been?"

"Las Vegas." I told him.

A look of disbelief passed over his face. "You wish."

I laughed. "No, really!"

"Morgan, couldn't you have come up with something better than that?" Bree was sitting right next to Callum, pressed up close to him. I narrowed my eyes, but ignored it.

"I was gonna say Hawaii, but that would've been ridiculous!" I joked.

"Hawaii is right on the other side of the world." Robbie commented dryly.

I looked at him. "Ever heard of a plane? You know, a metal machine that can take you from one side of the world to the other in minutes?"

"Ever heard of a plane that could take minutes to fly to the other side of the world?" he retorted.

I sighed. He had me there.

"Fine. You win." I sat down, arms crossed over my chest.

Callum came over to me and I leaned into him. I noticed the way Bree's eyes followed him.

"So, where'd you go?" Bree asked.

I shrugged, and looked at Callum. He spoke up.

"She went to see her Aunt in Granville, which is where we met." he said.

Robbie looked at me strangely. "I never knew there was a place called Granville. Which aunt lives there?"

"Um, Aunt Margaret." I said.

Bree frowned, her perfect features staying in place. "She lives in Widows Vale."

I thought fast. "I know. It's her…"

"…Other house. The one she uses when she wants a peaceful getaway to somewhere. She was there this weekend." Callum finished. I sent him a grateful look.

Bree's frown smoothed over, and there were no more awkward questions.

After, when they had gone, I remembered the look on Bree's face. The look on her face had been jealousy.

The days passing up to Christmas went fast. Callum was staying at his friends' house in Widows Vale, and was now attending the school. It was already Christmas Eve. There was a winter prom on Christmas day, and Callum was taking me. I had already picked my outfit out. It was a long, figure-hugging dress in white with one slit up my right leg, and came with matching thigh-high four-inch boots. The dress had only one strap and matching gloves that reached my elbows, along with a white choker. I was planning on leaving my hair down, and hoped that it would look okay. After the prom we were going to Thierry's mansion and staying there till after the battle. Even thinking about it made me nervous, but I knew it was important that I go. The whole world could be at stake – but I wasn't going to be the one to destroy it.