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I woke up a few hours later feeling like someone was watching me. It was a really weird feeling to wake up to. Like a tingly sensation on the side of my head. Curiously, I opened my eyes and found myself staring into pools of brilliant gold.

"Holly."

Derrick leaned forward, worried expression on his face, and said something I didn't quite catch. I sat up and faced him making him lean back to give me room. I realized I was in my bed and not on the floor anymore.

"What?"

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" I shrugged casually.

He reached up and touched my face, my eyes were still puffy from crying, I'm sure I looked horrible. Then I remembered why I was crying. I looked away from him, at the wall across from my bed. Suddenly, I felt his cold fingers on my chin, directing my face back at him.

"What's wrong?"

I sighed, "I went to Nick's after..." I paused, "And we had a fight."

"I'm sorry," Derrick said sincerely. I smiled at him. He was so sweet.

"It's... it's okay," I told him, "I'm sure we'll make up." Would we? I sighed. We've never fought like that before.

Derrick just nodded and stood up. I stood up along with him, "So... what happened?"

"I'll explain on the way," he said leaving the room.

I followed him. As we approached his car I asked, "On the way where?"

He glanced at me, "My house."

"Is it safe?" I slid into the passenger's seat, reaching behind me and pulling the seat belt across my body and clicking it in place.

"Don't worry, he's under control." Derrick started up the car and backed out of the driveway.

"Who is he, exactly?"

"His name is Christopher. Cassie and Jason found him in the woods about 20 miles from our mansion while they were hunting. He was severely injured, and blood thirsty."

"Which was why he was trying to eat me?"

"Yes. He didn't know what he was doing," Derrick looked over at me, "When vampires are that bad, they have no conscious knowledge of their actions, they just sniff out the nearest blood source and drain them dry. It's survival instinct."

"Is he better now?" I asked.

"Jason took him hunting, he should be fine now."

"Do you know how he was injured?"

"I left to get you before they started questioning him, but it had to be another vampire. A powerful one at that. Very powerful. It isn't easy to hurt a vampire, and this Christopher guy is pretty old and powerful himself. We're going to have to be more careful."

"So you're saying there's an extremely powerful vampire out there, attempting to kill other vampires?"

He just nodded without looking at me.

I shuddered involuntarily and suddenly I felt a cold hand on my knee.

"I'll protect you, Holly," Derrick said, staring at me with a weird emotion in his eyes, I couldn't quite tell what it was. Whatever it was, it made me shiver again. "Trust me."

I just nodded and looked down at his hand, Derrick removed it from my knee and gripped the steering wheel. I stared at his knuckles, white from the strain he was putting into holding the wheel. I shot him a questioning glance. He was like woman with all the mood swings.

5 minutes from his home, I found myself tapping my foot nervously. What if the vampire, Christopher apparently, was still blood thirsty? My heart pounded at the memory of him attacking me. I had never been more scared in my life then. I was this close to becoming a vampire's entrée. If it hadn't been for Derrick... I'd be dead right now. But, if it hadn't been for Derrick I wouldn't have ever been in that situation in the first place, I thought grimly. I shook away my negative thoughts, glancing at the beautiful vampire beside me. He looked at me, flashing a stunning smile. I grinned back at him. No, I thought, I'm lucky to have met him.

After parking his Mustang and opening my door for me, once again, we started walking up to his house. Again, Derrick opened the door and held it for me until I walked in, closing it behind us. I shook my head, smiling to myself.

As if he read my thoughts Derrick said, "I'm just keeping chivalry alive." He smiled before leading me deeper into his house.

The mansion was even more beautiful on the inside than out. Even though they just moved here, everything was unpacked. It looked like they'd been living here for months not days. The floor in the foyer was wooden (A/N: I just completely drew a blank at what wooden, tiled, floors are called... crap lol. It's 1:00am, gimme a break) while the walls were a plain white. Derrick led me to the left through an arched doorway into what I assumed was the living room, occupied by 4 other people, but we'll get to them in a second. The carpet was beige, the walls a deep red, and the furniture was all black leather. The fireplace was HUGE. At least 3 me's could fit in it. There was a bay window, as observed outside, with a red cushion and pillows. I also noticed a book laying open in it. The furniture consisted of two couches and two arm chairs, oh and a small table in between on of the couches and armchairs.

Now, the people. 3 guys, 1 girl. I already knew Jason and Cassandra. In one of the armchairs was Jason, who is tall, about 6'4", with blond hair that slightly covers his eyes. Every once in awhile, he flicks it out of his vision, giving him that skater look. He dresses like one, too. With the usual T's and skinny jeans or some shorts. He was also very hot.

Sitting on the couch nearest the fireplace, Cassandra, who's short, shorter than me. And that's just sad. She has wavy, dark blond hair that reaches the middle of her back. She looked like the regular preppy girl with her outfits, always stylish. But she seemed nice. Though talkative. She was also stunningly beautiful, the envy of any model. I guess it's a vampire thing.

As for the other two, both sitting on the other couch, they were both men who looked to be in their mid-twenties. One had dark, dark brown hair, that I assumed was William, while the other had jet black hair. My eyes widened at the sight of Christopher. This was the vampire that attacked me. I took a deep breath, telling myself to chill out. He looked totally different than before. He was clean, no blood, new clothes, hair slicked back neatly. He was safe. No mesmerizing eyes, no sharp fangs. He was safe. I exhaled slowly.

Derrick led me farther into the room and gestured to the unoccupied armchair as he plopped down on the couch next to it. I sat down slowly, nervously. All eyes were on me, which I did not like. I never liked being the center of attention. I always managed to embarrass myself in some way.

"Holly, this is William, Jason, Cassandra, and Christopher," Derrick said pointing to each person as he spoke, "William, Jason, Cassie, Christopher, this is Holly."

I gulped. They all gave me small smiles, except Christopher. He was looking at me guiltily, ashamed. I glanced at him reassuringly before turning my attention back to everyone else. I knew he hadn't meant to attack me. It was his instinct. Might as well let him know he was forgiven.

"So, you know we're vampires." William said, his eyebrows raised a little.

I smiled slightly at his bluntness, "Yes, sir."

He scoffed, "Do I really look old enough to be called 'sir'?"

"No s-, no, sorry." I said trying not to laugh at his offended face. Jason snickered.

"Well, anyway, can we trust you with our secret?" he asked seriously, he continued before I could answer, "It's very important that we can. If humans found out about the existence of vampires, there would be a war. Innocent people could die, if this secret is revealed. Humans would immediately label us as dangerous and try to kill us. No offense, but humans don't really stop to think about these things before taking action."

"None taken," I said nodding, "But you can trust me. I won't tell anybody. After all, it's not my secret to tell."

William nodded at me approvingly, "Good. I'm glad you understand. You seem like a nice girl with a good head on her shoulders. I wouldn't want to have to do anything drastic." I winced. "No worries, I have a feeling we can trust you completely."

I nodded, "Thank you."

"No, thank you. For keeping all this to yourself. I'm sure it's pretty tough, holding something this big back."

"Yeah, it does get hard sometimes, but, I'm good at keeping secrets." I glanced over at Derrick, who was imitating William's approving look. I smiled at him, and he returned the gesture. I saw Jason looking at us suspiciously out of the corner of my eye.

"Now that we know we can trust Holly, we need to discuss something else," William turned to Christopher, "Time to get the whole story. How were you injured?"

Christopher leaned forward, "Well, I was out hunting, I live about 150 miles north of here, and... it's kind of a blur... it happened so fast. I was just attacked, out of nowhere. Barely had time to react. I was thrown around like a rag doll... this vampire must have been old. I think... I think he might have been an Old One." What?

Everyone in the room looked quizzical, but I don't think it was because they didn't know what he meant by Old One like me.

"How? Old Ones are good, they never attack anyone, they follow the rules," Jason asked him.

Christopher shrugged, "Maybe he's gone rogue... it's happened before." Everyone nodded grimly. Jeez, talk about feeling left out. I looked at Derrick for answers.

"Another story for another time," he whispered.

I just nodded and turned my attention back to Christopher. My mind was racing. What was all this about Old Ones? And the rogue Old One? I shrugged mentally, time will tell.

"After being thoroughly thrashed, I was left on the ground, near-death, without ever even getting a glimpse of his face. Hours later, I was found by you 2," he said gesturing to Jason and Cassandra.

About an hour or two later, after much talking, it was late, and time for me to go home before Mom called the police. We didn't talk about the killer vampire, or vampires in general the whole time. William and Christopher eventually moved their conversation on something that happened centuries ago to the kitchen, while Derrick, Jason, Cassandra, and I stayed in the living room and just learned stuff about each other. I learned Derrick is 143 years old (wow!), much to his distaste, Cassandra is 122, Jason is 84, and William is 569. I also got to know them in general, their personalities. Cassie and I became fast friends, while Jason was okay, he had a bad attitude, but I knew he could be sweet when he wanted to be.

So, if I could just pretend that the majority of my day never happened, it would have been an okay day. But I can't. It sucks, but I can't. I can officially dub today, Saturday, the worst day of my life.

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