Rory's P.O.V

The chirping was really starting to annoy me. I had crashed outside after it was too late to sneak into my house. (AKA, the time my mom was waking up.) My parents were about to go to work and then I could sneak in. I was on top of my roof, and I was happy that I nearly perfected my landings.

I was contented, though the sun was starting to bother me. Another thing that was bothering me, though, was last night. I had just finished feeding with Erica, though she kept running away from me, which I thought was sweet. How'd she know I loved tag? But after that, I went to Ethan's house to tell him and maybe play some video games. But Sarah was already there, and I knew they were about to canoodle.

So, I went back out the window and saw Benny and Lizzie walking towards the house, laughing. I had been nice and called out to them, then went over.

But I somehow made Benny mad. I think I had insulted Lizzie somehow, so she just stomped into the house, like a baby. But Benny went ballistic on me, and he kinda used a spell that had flung me back into Ethan's room. Now that I think about it, it was pretty sweet. I mean, if I had that power, I'd be way cooler than, say, Superman.

But then, in retaliation, I had tripped Benny and him and Sarah accidentally kissed, which, surprisingly, I was able to keep from laughing at. But then she left, and Ethan made me explain what happened (for the most part.) Every time I almost gave away our dirty little secret, Ethan would fidget and fix his Star Wars t-shirt. It's a good thing Lizzie was dumb. Otherwise, we would have been found out by now. I mean, some people just aren't good at keeping secrets. (Cough, Erica, Ethan, Benny, cough cough.)

But, still. I had missed my usual nights spent watching my favorite TV show and eating marshmallows. I love marshmallows. They're amazing. So small, white and fluffy. I remember one time, I had roasted a marshmallow, so the burnt skin came off easily, and there was only the sticky gooiness inside. When I found I could do that, I did it again, but instead of peeling the skin off, I sunk my fangs into it, and sucked it out. It rocked. I wonder if there was marshmallow flavored blood. Or, better yet, blood flavored marshmallows!

If only I had a girlfriend who liked marshmallows as much as me. Actually, I just wish I had a girlfriend. Hot would be preferred. I remember my first girlfriend, Debbie. She was great, really beautiful and agreeable. The only bad thing about her was that she was an evil killer doll.

I also recall another smoking hottie who was completely into me. Betty. Even thinking about her now gave me the tingles. She had the most gorgeous blonde hair, incredibly tall, and the way she laughs…. And those eyes! Those amazing, gorgeous eyes…. Now that I think about it, they kinda look like Benny's….

I shook the thought off, and when I heard my parents leave, I dropped down the chimney. When I reached the bottom, I fell into soot, having it cover my clothing and powder my hair. I coughed, trying to sit up, and somehow ended up rolling out of the fireplace. How can Santa Claus wear quality clothes if they get all dirty? It makes no sense.

I better go change before I meet the rest of Ethan's cousins. I hope they are as smoking hot as Lizzie. Although, Lizzie's a bit too stupid for me. I want a girl with some brains, like mine.

When they come here tonight, I will woo them. I'll make sure of it. Plus, who doesn't love R-Money?

Lizzie's POV

God, why must I be so… Annoying? I had dragged Benny out of the house expecting…. What, exactly? For him to fall desperately in love with you, perhaps? My voice whispered in my mind, and I shook my head at that. How would he fall in love with me? All that happened was us taking a walk and him telling me that he was grounded a few days. So romantic, right?

Well anyhow, I was currently snuggled up in a blanket with my pencil and sketchpad in hand, while Jane was playing her dance game. Ethan was upstairs, doing what ever he did on his downtime.

Since it was Sunday, my aunt and uncle were somewhere in the house doing something. Probably something very couple-related I'm sure. They're pretty sweet, relationship-wise. Very loving, still going out on dates every Friday. If Benny and I ever…. I cut that thought right short. Am I serious? Benny wouldn't…. He and I aren't…. Oh, god, I really need to stop thinking, don't I?

I was such a romantic, it wasn't even funny. I was catching myself having daydreams of him, and I've only known him for a few days! It was ludicrous.

"Lizzie? Can you stop that?" Jane had paused her game to ask me. I blinked, surprised. I glanced a bit around me, wondering what I was doing wrong, and noticed a weird sound. I looked at my hand and saw it was tapping on the black leather cover of my drawing pad. I lifted my hand and it wormed its way under the warm soft brown blanket.

She smiled gratefully at me and then went back to her game. I watched her play her game a little more before going back to thinking. This was getting crazy. I was ready to…! To…! I don't know what. I was literally hitting my head in frustration.

At that moment, I gripped my pencil hard and went to draw.

What was that sound? I thought in a daze. Was I actually thinking something? I have no idea. I was feeling like I had just come out of a dream, like I was finally refreshed. At least, until I felt myself being shaken hard, and I blinked opened my eyes.

"What?" I whined, blinking my brown eyes once again. I looked around and saw Jane's pale, scared face. Instantly, I sat up and stared at her, concerned. "What's wrong, Jane?"

"I was shaking you, trying to get you awake for a few minutes now. Supper's ready." Jane replied and took a step back. "Lizzie, that was really scaring me. If you hadn't just snapped out of it, I was about to call Ethan." After a moment, she glanced at my paper. "And why are you drawing Benny?"

I looked down at the picture with wide eyes. It was Benny, wasn't it? Him… him holding me in his arms? "You've got to be kidding me…." I murmured angrily, dropping the pencil and paper on to my lap, then cradling my head in my hands.

"Jane, what's taking so long?" My aunt sighed, exasperated when she walked in but when she saw me, she instantly went to my side. "Lizzie, are you feeling alright?" I didn't look up from my position so I just shook my head awkwardly.

"No. I have a bad headache, and I'm not hungry. Can I please just go upstairs to sleep?"

"Of course, of course! Do you need help getting up the stairs?" What a mother.

"No, no, I'm good."

"Alright. And when you wake up tomorrow morning, we won't be here, but you'll have your sisters for company, ok?"

"Yeah… Alright." Ethan had just walked into the room when I pulled the blanket around me and trudged up the stairs, not really caring about much else besides thinking and getting some much needed sleep.

Ethan's POV

Jane was hustled into the kitchen to grab her plate, but I signaled I'd be there in a minute. I made my way over to where Lizzie was sitting, and I tensed when I heard my bedroom door closing upstairs.

When I was moving again, I reached for the sketchpad and, surprisingly, when my fingers grasped it, I did not get a vision. I pulled the book closer to me and slowly, hesitantly, I opened.

The first few dozen pages were of strange images, like a car driving down a highway, or of a beach with a little kid playing in the sand. But then there were pictures of the other two girls I saw in my vision. There were a few more pictures like that, and I was slightly amazed at the detail and the colors. It looked so real. But then there was a picture of one of the girls, with golden red hair with scarily bright blue eyes… And Rory. In shock, I turned the page, and saw a picture of the girl with fangs, and I jumped when my mom called my name.

"Ethan, honey, you're food is getting cold." She said, walking into the room to give me a glare. I nodded and signaled I'd be right there, and once she left, I looked back at the sketch pad. Something…. Something is definitely not right. I stood up and pushed the book under the cushion. Once I ate and my parents left to pick up my cousins, I'll come back and get answers to at least some of my questions.

Steph's P.O.V

"We're here, girls." I heard my aunt say as we pulled up in our temporary home. I was exhausted, mainly because I spent all night yesterday reading fanfiction. Kate, I knew, barely had any sleep as well.

We stumbled out of the car while our uncle grabbed our bags. I faintly heard Uncle Ross ask Aunt Sam to get our boy cousin, Ethan out here to help bring up the bags.

"Whoa, Steph." Kate said suddenly as I almost accidentally veered straight into her. I looked at her as she smoothed her shoulder length brown hair behind her ears and fixed her tight black t-shirt. I knew she was wearing her favorite outfit, the t-shirt with camouflage pants and combat boots, and was intent on showing it off no matter how exhausted she was. Me? I was wearing a simple blue tank top with 'boy' Capri's and sneakers.

We stumbled into the house, Aunt Sam coming soon. We walked in and looked around at our new living area. I was just about to say how amazing this place looked so far, when Kate held up a hand to shut me up. I blinked wearily and then knew why I shouldn't talk. We had stumbled in on a conversation.

"Rory, you need to leave! My parents will have my head if you're here when—" A brown haired boy, presumably my cousin, was saying, but I lost interest when I noticed he was talking to the amazingly cute blonde haired boy!

Thankfully, Rory seemed to notice us, because he then said, rather loudly, "Hello, chicas. How are my little angels?"

"Perfectly fine, Charlie." I replied smoothly, and I was shocked I could keep my eyes open at all as I stared him down.

"You're eyes, my love, are brighter and more blue than any lightsaber in existence." Rory said, kissing the back of my hand. I raised an eyebrow, but suddenly, a new wave of exhaustion hit me and I tumbled to the floor. Thankfully, the boy's reflexes were quick, and he caught. "Already throwing yourself into my arms, I see." He teased, and gave me a wink.

I attempted to roll my eyes, but it only ended up not being able to open them again.

"Blonde dude, why don't you bring Steph up to where she's staying, okay? And brown-haired guy, show me where I'll be staying, and then Aunt Sam will need help getting our stuff up." I heard Kate dictate like a psychopath. I felt the 'blonde dude' comply instantly, while Ethan and Kate conversed a bit more.

I managed to crack my eyes open a bit, only to see the boy's beautiful mouth. They were making weird shapes, and it was then that I realized he was mouthing something, probably to Ethan. Fangs shot out of his mouth as he gave a quirky smile, and I hastily closed my eyes.

I knew his secret. So now, I obviously need to torment him a little. I know what you are, Rory…. I thought in my mind, and with a push, I knew he heard it as well.

"Wait… What am I?" He asked me as he set me down on something soft. I just realized, he had been taking me up the stairs, and I was probably in Ethan's bed. That last bit of energy, though, wiped me out so badly. I knew I could just take the needed energy, but he was out of reach, and I was too weak to take it with my mind.

I turned on my side, back away from him. Or maybe towards him…. I was contemplating that as I quickly fell into a deep, much needed sleep.