I flipped through the numerous articles of clothing in the wardrobe, trying to find something without lace, silk, that wasn't only about three inches of fabric, or holes where there shouldn't be. I finally found a decent looking pair of jeans and a tee shirt, but when I threw it on, I realized that the tee was a cut off and showed most of my stomach. When I was human, I would never have worn anything like it, mostly because I had a little baby fat on my stomach. But now, the pride of my new body kind of overpowered the embarrassment. Though, I couldn't help but thinking that this Josh was your average teenage guy, only with a credit card and the power to pick what girls wore. That's a dangerous combo. I threw on a pair of flip flops I found and brushed my hair out with my hand. I slowly walked towards the door and into the hall. Josh was leaning on the wall right outside.

"OH, damn, I was hoping you would pick the pink skirt," he said. Oh, yes, I like I was going to pick the skirt that didn't even cover half my butt. I rolled my eyes.

"Let's just get this show on the road," I said. He lead me down a couple flights of stairs (this place was like mansion sized) and finally into a large sitting room where there were two people sitting. Both looked about my mom and dad's age, one was a woman with long brown hair, and the other was a man with hair that was graying in places. Josh bowed a bit next to me.

"Ah, Josh, I see our guest has woken up," the lady said. I tried to smile as she handed me a cup of tea. "It's so good to meet you, Miss Anderson. I'm Melanie, Josh's mother." I was surprised she knew my name.

"And I am Caleb, Josh's father," the man said. I smiled and shook his hand, and then took a sip of tea. I had a couple questions.

"So you guys are a family of-"

"Vampires?" Caleb asked. "Yes. Our history is long. Melanie and I were born in the early 1800's, and then we had Josh after we married." He looked over at her, and smiled. "In 1846, we were all in a train crash, along with twenty other people. Among those was a vampire, who pulled us out of the wreckage and turned us one by one." Another sad smiled came across his face, and I took another sip of tea. I turned to Josh.

"Why did you save me?" I asked him. I saw Caleb and Melanie exchange glances.

"Well," he said, "my father runs a site for ghost finding called-"

"Specter locator," I said, shaking my head.

"Yeah," Josh said. "And we knew you were in emanate danger from the history of your ghost."

"My ghost?"
"The ghost that is in your house. He's a repeat attacker," Caleb said. I raised an eyebrow.

"As in…?"

"His name is Jacob Willaby. In the early 1900's he was a repeat sexual assaulter on young girls about your age. Your house is built on the grounds of a private jail cell that they held him in all those ears ago." Caleb's voice didn't even falter, but, strangely, I heard Josh's jaw clench when he said "girls about your age." "When he was incarcerated, he claimed he was tortured while in the cell. He claimed that the gaurds would throw boulders at his legs, breaking them for weeks on end, only to set wrong, and they would throw him against the wall, giving him concussions." I cringed, but almost as suddenly as I had tried to get off of Josh earlier, I stood up, knocking my tea to the floor.

"What about my little sisters?" I said, frantically. My two twin sisters, Elaine and Rose, had just turned seven. "If that pervert went after me, he's going to go after them too." Josh put a hand on my shoulder from behind and pushed me back onto the couch.

"Your sisters are safe. We banished Jacob from the house last night. And even so, he only has ever attacked girls who were going through puberty," Caleb said. I could feel myself blushing. So, now I was stuck in this body forever. Ok, so I could pass from ages 13-17 if I wanted to with the right clothes and makeup, but still, there was definitely a down side.

"So where do my parents think I've been?" I asked. Melanie put her tea down.

"We had one of our shape-shifter friends-"

"Shape shifter?"

"Some vampires have extra powers," she explained. "Caleb can sense other supernatural beings. We had one of our friends who can shape shift stay in your house, while acting like you."

"And how am I supposed to explain this sudden change to my parents when your friend and I switch back and I mysteriously look five years older?" I was talking fast, as I usually do when I get stressed. I heard Josh snort behind me.

"We're having the shape shifter change something about you every day. Maybe have a sudden growth spurt, get a dye job, start exercising. In a few weeks she'll look exactly like you do now. Only, you won't have to take the heat for dying your hair." I laughed at that one. My mom always liked me better as a red-head. Melanie and Caleb must have already figured out that I wasn't a natural redhead, because, well, you know.

"Hold on," I said. "A few weeks?!"

"Yes, You'll be staying here with us for the time being. That way our friend can set the ground for you."

"But isn't there something you can do that'll make it so I don't have to be cut off from my friends or Aaron for the next two weeks?" I said, again, talking fast.

"Aaron?" Josh asked. Was that a hint of, I don't know, jealousy, in his voice?

"The guy I tutor. He's hopeless without me. The fate of the freshman A team rides on my shoulders."

"Well, I suppose we could use the glamour," Caleb said.

"The glamour?" I asked.

"It's an old spell that only vampires can perform. It allows one to change their appearance. As long as you come back every night before sundown to adjust things, I don't see why it couldn't work." I nodded.

"But what is her cover going to be?" Josh asked. I turned around and looked at him as he continued. "I mean, she's going to be spending a lot of time here. And it's not like she sleeps, so is she just going to spend time here?" Caleb laughed.

"Calm down." He turned to me. "Holly, since we don't sleep, your going to get very bored very fast. Would you like to spend nights here so you'll have something to do? I hear you like reading, and we have a full stocked library upstairs." Which upstairs? I though. But still, I nodded vigorously. He turned to Josh. "And as for her cover story for being here before dark for adjusting, you are it."

"I'm what?" Josh asked, confused.

"You're going to be her cover story. She'll be spending the time gone with you. So you better want to make a good impression on her parents." Calebs smile widened, making creases on his forehead. I seemed to grasp the concept before Josh, and gasped.

"Are you insane?! My dad would kill him!" I said, worried for not only Josh's safety but my fathers mental health. I mean, Josh looked about sixteen at the oldest. My dad would have a nervy spaz before he even let me explain that Josh was my age. He just looked older (like I would be in the coming weeks).

"What?" Josh asked. "Why would I need to make a good impression on your parents?" he asked. I actually rolled my eyes, despite my shock.

"You know, for an guy who's supposed to be almost two centuries old, you sure are dumb when it comes to the expectations of parents," I said. He sent a glare my way, but he was still confused.

"You," Caleb said, "will need to impress Mr. and Mrs. Norris because otherwise, they wouldn't let you date their daughter." Oh, joy, now I had an awesome body, all the time in the world to read, and, an immortal boyfriend to top it off. Well, two out of three isn't bad.