A/N:What up people! Sorry I haven't been able to post lately because I'm wrapping up before NaNoWriMo officially ended. There are still some of the scenes that I haven't done, but I'll try my best to finish them. So enjoy this chapter. :D

Disclaimer: Let's be honest. I don't own the characters for CBS and Coldplay Lyrics. And some of the credits go to YUMGirlandMoltMan. Go check it out! :) Now here we go:

Chapter 1

Anastasia's Point of View:

October 20th, 2011

Dear Diary,

Hey, it's me again. Aunt Calleigh bought me this for my birthday, which I've just celebrated my fifteenth just a week ago. The diary was beautiful, with lines just big enough to write my very own handwriting, and leather cover to prevent it from getting dirty. Probably the best companion a teenager growing into an adult must have, well, that's what Aunt Calleigh told me anyway.

The birthday celebration has been a lot of fun. All of my friends have been really nice to me. They came towards my house and threw eggs at me. Hang on, you think that's mean? You're just being silly. Throwing eggs has been a culture to wish the person good luck on his or her birthday, so it's sad to say this, but I wished more people were throwing eggs at me. Big brother Kyle couldn't come to celebrate it with me, but at least he emailed me a "love-birthday" message two days beforehand.

However, that's not the part that bothers me. The party went well, but for some reason, my parents, Horatio and Marisol Caine, weren't happy throughout the day. So were Uncle Eric and Aunt Calleigh. For some reason they have been silent, only opening their mouths to speak when we're singing the 'Happy Birthday' song. It's as if they didn't want me to be growing up, reaching their unlucky number fifteen. They even left the room for my friends and me to celebrate. I thank my parents for letting me enjoy the privacy at times, but that is a little intriguing, don't you think?

What? I've forgotten to introduce myself all this time while I write the diary? My bad. I'm Anastasia Caine, but you can call me Anne instead if you're getting tired of repeating my name over and over again. I happen to have the tomboy attitude, mostly from my father, so you'll probably find me skating in the park, reading a book in the National Library, or at home listening to my iPod and drawing unnecessary things. People have always called me a freak or a hybrid for having a Caucasian father and a Cuban mother, but I don't really care. I've always loved science when I was young, and therefore I like to see things around the world from a different perspective.

I'm the daughter of the famous Miami Dade Crime Scene Investigator Lieutenant Horatio Caine and his wife Marisol Delko-Caine, who happens to be one of the best lawyers the Miami sands could ever offer, a wonderful niece (or so I heard) of Eric Delko, and a naughty little half-sister to Kyle Harmon.

My father is a very serious person. He rarely smiles, but when he did, it was only because he caught the culprit for the case or it's just because he's weird. He spends most of his time devoted equally to work and his family and cares less for money. He currently leads the team of Crime Scene Investigators in the Miami Dade Police Department, and I must say their job is probably the coolest thing in the world. They have a super high-tech lab complete with its equipment. Maybe I'll go there to do one of my science projects someday.

Uncle Eric works under him, and is sometimes really bad with jokes. He kept on bugging me with jokes he found on the internet every single day, and he was the one who smashed a whipped cream pie on my face, but all in all he is a good person. He's currently dating his colleague and my father's employee and close friend, Aunt Calleigh, and she tends to come over to our house to have dinner. I've always looked up to her as my second mother, only going to her when I have really bad problems that I can't tell my mother.

I love Kyle as a brother. I know he is always beside me, standing up for me when others are planning to pull me down or make fun of me. He even helped me when I have difficulties for my Mathematics homework. Even though he may be far away from me in Afghanistan doing his civil duty work, he never fails to chat with me through the internet late at night and tuck me into bed. But lately, he hasn't been replying my messages to him, and his email confirms that he has to be out in the fields surveying for new grounds they have to cover, which meant he wouldn't have the time and the connection to chat with me. I just wished he is all right, wherever he may be.

I do have to salute my mother at times. She was shot by the Molo Noche, had leukemia so bad that she had to take marijuana to prevent from being nauseous ( I'd still don't believe her taking the marijuana for some reason), and even gave birth to me. She's also a beautiful woman, one that I've admired of and would love to be someday, except for the part where I have to wear skirts, dresses and very high heels shoes. I still can't believe a woman as pretty as her could become a lawyer, encouraged by father to continue her Law Degree after the cancer has stop spreading, and she was beginning to recover, strangely quicker than a normal human being.

The weird thing is, she didn't really have the scars to prove she has gone through what she had done. And the fact that her skin, just like my father, is as pale white as porcelain and as cold as ice when I touch it, which unfortunately, is MOST of the time. They also had the habit of "smelling me out" when I came home from school, sniffing around my body especially around my neck, saying it was some "security measurement". Once every week they would ask me to drink this cup of red liquid which tastes delicious ever since I was five years old, but they wouldn't tell me what it is, and they'd like to go out on even nights, sometimes with Uncle Eric, to the woods.

Come on. You're not kidding me are you? You think vampires DO exist? I don't believe you. Must have been those vampire novels and movies freaking you out. Besides, with me being a scientist, maybe one day we'll find out the truth together, and it'll be the greatest breakthrough in the entire world!

Ooh, got to go. Code red. We wouldn't want anyone else to read this, would we?

Cheers! Your Best Mate.

I closed the book immediately as a head popped out of the door and into the room. It was Mother, "Hey Anne, What are you doing?"

"I... ugh..." I mumbled as I quickly hid the diary under the pillows. "…writing stuff in my notebook, a really nothing much."

Don't fool me Anastasia, I know what you did. I'm just checking to see if you've written nice things about me, Mother smiled as she closed the door behind her and went to sit next to me on the side of the bed.

"I still don't understand how you did that… telekinesis thing. How are you able to send me thoughts? Why can't I send them?" I crossed my arms and glared at mother, only to receive a chuckle in return.

"In time my daughter. In time," she smiled and stuck her tongue out me.

"You said that ALL the time. You know my curiosity is driving me crazy!" as I sighed as I waved my arms at her, questions still going around my head when a cold touch brought me to my attention, and surprise; I turned around to face my father, who was smiling at me. "Dad, please don't do that. It's freaking me out."

My father pulled me closer to him, embracing me tightly and wholeheartedly, "Why can't I do that? Don't you love the elements of surprise?"

I mumbled against his shirt, with his hand running down my brown-blonde hair, "Not THAT kind of surprise."

My father laughed softly as he lets go of me, "So, what's it like being fifteen years old?"

"Very Normal. I wasn't expecting a ray of light beaming down on me, angels sending down to sing in holly voices at me, and suddenly gaining powers I have never had before," I shrugged as my parents smiled at me.

"You've been watching way too many cartoons, young lady," my mother moved her index finger from side to side in my direction.

"What can I say? I didn't have a boring childhood," I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, you did have a bright and cheerful childhood my pumpkin," father soothed my back and mother went on to massage my shoulders, her brown eyes gazing directly in my direction. "Can you come over to the lab after school tomorrow?"

"Hmm? Now why is that?"

"I'll be busy with some clients tomorrow. And the trial commences in two days time, so I have to prepare myself. There are also a lot of cases brought into the day section of the Crime Lab and father may have to be out in the fields more often, along with Uncle Eric and Aunt Calleigh," mother brought my head closer to mine.

"I can always cycle home, you know, save the earth and stuff," I smiled at them. "You don't need someone to babysit me, and you don't need to worry about me. Besides, I'm already fifteen years old. I'm capable of doing things by myself, thank you very much," I told her truthfully. It's just like animals, or in fact, any living thing in the world, because at some point of their lives they may have to leave their parents and live life independently, and that is not what they are teaching me at the moment.

"You don't know what danger lies ahead of you. Danger that can catch you by surprise, even when you have least expected it. I can't tolerate that as a father. I need to have a sense that you're safe," I rubbed my eyes for a second. Did father's eyes just glow bright blue for a second before returning back to its original dark, navy blue state? My eyes must have been playing tricks on me. Feeling tired, I nodded my head in agreement.

"All right then, I'll have Calleigh pick you up tomorrow and bring you towards the lab as soon as you finish school," I continued nodding my head as I laid myself on the pillow and pulled the blankets towards me.

"You're not going to stay up late at night since you're a young lady, are you?" father grinned mischievously at me, prodding me in my ribs, cocking his head to the side, which is so-called trademark move.

"No thanks. For this time, I'd like my baby nap time if you please," I hesitated, feeling bad for disobeying my parents, but pushed his hand away from me anyway. "Good night." I closed my eyes, waiting for exhaustion to take over me.

I felt two sets of lips pressed against my forehead before I was taken into a deep slumber, where I get to enjoy the goodness of the dream that was about to be given to me, "Good night, our dearest beloved daughter."