Camilla threw her bag over her shoulder as she waited in Dallas Airport, a small smile on her plump lips as she looked around curiously. It was first in August and yet it was scorching! Camilla was from the cold north and she was far from used to that kind of temperature and had immediately relieved herself of her two-sizes-too-big Adidas hoodie, standing only in a black T-shirt with the script :'Don't follow me, I'm lost too' printed with white and a pair of comfortable black shorts slim on her hips.

She had flown for more than 10 hours and the relief when she had her feet firmly planted on the ground again was shocking. This time had been the third time that she'd been on a plane and this had been the longest travel of them all. The Dane hated it, she was overly cautious around flying, having some ingrained fear. She had only a slight fear of heights but that did not keep her from wild roller-coasters and such. Despite her worry, Camilla had been able to sleep through the most of the trip and spent the rest of the time on watching 'The Devil wears Prada' and reading some of the books she'd packed, among them was ' the last Samurai' and ' The Virgin Queen'.

So there she stood. Finally ready and able to meet her host family with whom she was to live for the next year. Camilla had become an exchange student through a Danish company that sent teens with good grades to other countries so they could study and widen their horizons - so when she had heard of it she had immediately applied and hoped for the best. By a stroke of luck, she'd been chosen and she didn't have to pay a single penny for the trip.

Camilla's wandering gaze halted as she caught the sight of her name on a sign, in response to that she raised a hand, waving as she tried to get the attention of the man with the sign, moving toward him through the crowd gritting her teeth in frustration because everyone was so much taller and thus it felt as though she was working through a crowd of walls! He was tall, much taller than she, had short well-trimmed chestnut hair and a friendly look on his face - he looked as if he was in his early forties with smile-wrinkles beside his eyes. The man trodded over to her, a smile on his thin lips. " Hello! You must be Camilla, I presume?" The man greeted and shook the hand she had shyly offered.

She was slightly uncomfortable with this overly friendly man but nodded with a timid smile. " I am Pete Wellington. Pleasure to meet ya'. You will be living with my family for the next year! You sure must be tired after that long journey all the way from where was it, Sweden? No, that wasn't it...Hmm.. nevermind! Why don't we get goin', grab ya bags and follow me!" Pete said, his words like a quick stream from his lips, so quick that the words sounded jumbled and thus Camilla had a bit of trouble understanding but suddenly he just turned on his heels, walking through the hall and skillfully avoiding the masses of people surrounding them, though The girl had no such skill and was almost knocked over by several strangers who were a bit too busy.

It took a little while to get through the crowd but eventually they reached the parking lot and Camilla was slightly baffled at the sheer size of the place! It was huge! She'd seen parking-lots in Copenhagen and other big cities in Denmark but they seemed tiny besides this. It had to be twice the size of those in CPH! She shook her head and sighed at how obvious it was that she was a girl from a very little town, in a small country.

She was brought out of her thoughts when Pete unlocked the car with a beeping sound, A grey/blue-ish Panamera 4S, she noted and Camilla smiled at the sight, Her father had a love for cars, specially the veterans and it had sort of rubbed off on her. She didn't appreciate it like he did, but she loved pretty and fast cars. Anything fast actually. Motorcycles, roller-coasters, cars and trains – it didn't matter. As long as it was fast, she'd love it.

She climbed in and buckled her seat-belt in place, Pete turned on the radio and the two of them chatted about random things as the weather, vampires, and how big his family was.

Camilla found out that he had two sons who were twenty-four and eight-teen years old, though it was only the youngest who still lived at home. Pete was married, had been so for 23 years now. His wife was named Jane and his sons were named Jackson and Jake. He worked as a judge in the juvenile court, which meant that he worked with youngsters and such. He would be the one to pass judgement on teenage criminals for instance.

They had been driving for half an hour and Camilla had run out of questions to ask and instead of sitting in awkward silence she rolled down the window and stuck her head out slightly along with her hand, giggling at the feel of her fingers slicing the air. It tickled and she took in the surroundings as they drove past them with the curiosity of a child. Stores, trees and strangers that she would probably never talk to or see again, all was memorized and stored in her mind, so that she would never ever forget it.

When they reached a fairly good neighborhood with great old buildings, the car halted and the two of them got out of the car, the teen girl stood awhile and stared at the house with her jaw almost on her chest in awe. The Wellington's had an awesome house. It was a Victorian old house, with wines snaking up the wall and big windows. It was very well kept, but it was obvious that it had been standing there for awhile.

Pete told her that his wife's family had owned that house for 70 years, that did it for Camilla. She simply to do some digging on the Wellington family and with her love for history, she just couldn't help herself. She walked through the front garden filled with soft-sweet-scented flowers of which she could only recognize zinnias and was then greeted in the doorway by a tall, slim and blond-haired woman who was dressed in a knee-long skirt and a jacket that made her look like one of those womanly attorneys in those strange television series that her friend spent 2/3 parts of her life watching,instantly Camilla assumed her to be Jane, Pete's wife. She was a pretty little thing and the lady seemed a bit too young to be with a man in his forties. But perhaps she just looked young?

Camilla didn't ask, or rather she simply smiled and in return she got a hug from the pretty wife of Pete. The Dane was quite uncomfortable in the presence of Jane, the woman so pretty and friendly that it made the youngster feel just a tad bit intimidated because in her head she knew that she would never be as pretty as Jane. Funny enough, despite Camilla's 'beauty complex', something that made her love all pretty things, she really couldn't help but feel jealousy nagging in her head when looking at the woman who possessed such beauty.

Camilla herself was short, 163 cm tall which was quite small for a European girl. She'd always had very pale skin, so pale that she had actually been asked if she was vampire more than once and the fact that her skin was always cold because she froze alot, didn't help either. She had a farly rounded face, more oval than round actually which was litten with rather big almond formed eyes, so blue that they could even seem gray and sometimes even green. Her lips were pink and plump and her teeth almost perfect after they'd been corrected with a brace which she had just gotten rid of. Camilla was natural blond but she had dyed her hair a jet black, almost a year or two back. She was small of stature as mentioned before and she found her shoulders and hips too wide but they weren't at had simply been surrounded by those skinny girls that looked as if a simple breeze could snap them in two. Small hands and exceptionally small feet. A rather small chest but at least they existed!. A plump rear, quite slim around her hips and toned muscles from doing karate.

She wasn't chubby but she was also far from being as skinny as those model sized girls that had her jealousy, even though she intelligently knew that those kind of views were horribly deranged – Women so skinny that they could lose the ability to conceive So skinny that they ruined their organs and mental health, skeletons.

Camilla didn't regard herself as pretty, quite the opposite actually. But Camilla wouldn't voice those opinions to anyone, wouldn't show them that she had so little self-esteem. That would be showing weakness and that sure as hell wasn't something she would do, she was way to distrusting of humans, of people, to let them know how she actually felt instead of just putting on a fake smile and pretending all was right and okay. She wouldn't tell what had caused it either.

She eventually met the Senior Wellington's sons. Jackson was the oldest and he was quite handsome with sun-bleached hair, broad shoulders and toned muscles but he was way to busy with work to do more than a simple greeting. In contrast Jake was lean, bordering to skinny and was frail-looking. Jake was exactly the guy she could never date. He would make her feel masculine beside his girlish stature. But Jake was cute and funny to chat with and Camilla knew they would get along.

::Time skip::

It had been a month since Camilla arrived in Dallas. She had been enrolled on Dallas High School and when summer vacation ended she would start in 9th grade.

Camilla had thanked all the deities she could recall, even though she didn't believe any of them, and praised them for their benevolence. She had been so lucky to be chosen by the company. There had been an application in a magazine and they had just asked you to fill out grades, that you were 14+ and that you could speak English fluently. A month after applying, Camilla got an email and her family had agreed that after all that had happened the last year,this was exactly what she needed.

Luckily, Camilla was advanced in school and had no troubles with getting good grades. Math was what she was rather handicapped in, She hated math, couldn't wrap her head around it. It wasn't logical in her head and she always joked saying that the smart mathematicians made math hard to make the students feel stupid. If her answer was right, why did it matter exactly how she figured out the answer. Couldn't they just be happy that she did the assignment? So she had pretty much given up in 7th grade after realizing that her teacher had already given up on and if that was how it was, why should she even try, thus the rest of her math classes ended with her nose buried in some book, not even caring to listen to the teacher droning off.

But this month in Dallas had really been an exciting experience. A culture shock, no doubt but it had been educational and fun. She had been sightseeing with Jake who had become like the brother she never had, even befriended some of his friends and classmates. Shopped for hours with Jane and even been with Pete to work one day. She had befriended the librarian and had already read a total of 48 books. On Vampires,and lots of other subjects. She had finally read all the Lord of the Rings books in English and she decided to re-read all of Anne Rice's books as well, though this time in English which was a positive surprise. She even read a HP book, she didn't do that much. She had read maybe one cause it sounded like there'd be a vampire in it, the movies were good and the plot awesome but Camilla just preferred something were the main person was female, a badass one.

Currently she was walking down one of the shop filled streets, earphones plugged into her ears and her pink Ipod playing with the volume on song she's landed on randomly just before as she shuffled the playlist turned out to be 'If today was your last day' by Nickelback. Humming happily to the tune as she turned around the corner totally unknowing of the irony.

Camilla had spent most of the day at the library and had totally forgotten the time because she'd found an awesome book on Norse mythology and she'd become so consumed by reading it that she hadn't realized how much time had passed and here she was, on her way home at 10pm and the sun was setting. She wasn't all that happy walking at night since the Great Revelation - it unnerved her to be out at night too long, she hated feeling like prey. Before the Reveal, she hadn't ever been afraid of the dark, not even as a child. In fact she actually loved the night and still chose the night over day even though she was a fan of the daylight. But because she always felt so watched specially after coming to Dallas, the love of being out all night had kind of faded and now she understood her little sister's fear of the dark.

The Dane gazed over her shoulder and sighed. Maybe she was just being paranoid? She felt watched, she was used to having eyes on her because how she used to dress, but never this excessive. Then the feeling subsided

The feeling of being watched returned a few moments later and a chill ran down her spine and everything in her head told her to run. Run, Run ,Get that ass going!

But she did not. There was no logic in running when already damaged, she'd only get tired and put herself in unnecessary pain. Her knee was damaged after a sparring match a few months ago when she was still in Denmark and now she wasn't allowed to put strain on it. The doctor had warned her and he'd threaten to operate on it, because that was exactly how bad it was.

She would probably just make it worse by getting her pulse up and letting the 'someone' following her know just how much she was scared. Even though the one/ones following her probably knew anyways. Maybe even got off on it, she cringed. She hated perverts. The fact that they were supernatural did not help. At all.

Camilla turned by a corner again and wanted to whine at the sight of the street. It was filled with creepy alleys and she couldn't really recognize it. Was she lost? A knot formed in her stomach and she bit her lip, her eyes tearing up. She hated this. Why had she been dumb enough to forget the time? Just her fucking luck!

She sped up her pace cursing that she got lost and her gaze was flicking between each person that passed her, unnerved by the fact that she didn't know where she was and that she was feeling watched and it creeped her out. The fear made all the tiny hairs on her arms stand up and forced her shoulders stiff from the tension.

Camilla passed by another alley and she looked over her shoulder again, now aware that there barely was any people left on the street. Honestly? She wanted to sit down and weep! But hell no, She was her father's daughter and she wasn't gonna sit down and cry like some lost kid.

Yeah, sure she was lost, but she wasn't a kid...

Camilla turned on her heels, having decided to go back to the library so she could try to remember the way home from there.

A few minutes passed. And she was just about to turn at the corner when a cold big hand grabbed her shoulder. She gazed at the big hand with big eyes and wanted to turn to look at the guy, but she didn't dare. Camilla was just about to wrestle herself free when she was pulled back with so much strength that she couldn't stand against it.

This has been revised :) I read it through and found myself cringing just a bit so I edited some places - Gimme some Reviews and Ill give you a cookie :o?