Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the idea of vampire base ball, that belongs to Stephanie Meyer and her awesome imagination. I am simply borrowing the idea for my story.

It's the weekend and Remi, Mitchie, and I are in my room, planning a shopping trip for the two of them. School was almost out, and Remi had to buy a new outfit for everyone for graduation. Mitchie, Chris, and Zac were all graduating this year, for the thousandth time.

I sighed; Planning for something I couldn't go to was depressing.

"I'm sorry Reagan" Remi said sympathetically.

"It's okay Rem. I'm just sick of sitting in this stupid house, even if I'm the one too afraid to leave."

She just smiled sadly.

"Hey Remi?" I asked.

"Yeah Reagan?"

"You all know my story. But I don't know any of yours" I said quietly.

She gasped, "You're right! I'm so sorry, I should have thought of this earlier! Would you like to hear mine?"

"You'll tell me?" I asked, surprised.

"Of course!" She replied.

I nodded, "Yes, that'd be nice."

"Well, it was the summer of Nineteen Sixty-five. Me and a friend were heading to the lake for an afternoon swim. We were messing around and I wasn't paying as much attention to the road as I should have been.

"I turned too sharply and the car drove off a cliff. My friend died, but I was barely alive. I don't really remember much, just pain. I remember faint voices, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. And I couldn't move, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't talk either. I also remember someone picking me up and feeling like I was flying.

"After that, I remember the burning fiery pain. It came from several places at once. When I woke up, Kevin explained everything to me, how I was a vampire, what had happened to me, everything. The day I killed my best friend still haunts me. I would've traded anything to switch places with her. But I guess that's just something I'll have to live with. I joined Kevin and Julie in their lifestyle and they accepted me into their little family." She said.

I thought about how horrible she must have felt. I gave her a hug.

"I'm sure your friend would've forgiven you." I said.

She nodded, "Thanks."

I did the math quickly in my head, "That means you're 44."

Remi grinned, "Technically, yes. But physically I'm only 18."

"You don't look 18" I teased.

She shrugged passively.

"Thanks Remi, I like knowing your story. Especially now that we're sisters." I said.

"You're welcome." She said.

"What's your story Mitchie?" I asked, turning to her.

"Well, I'd tell you, but I'm not very good at telling it." She said, smiling.

"I could have Chris tell you." She suggested.

I frowned, confused, but nodded.

"Hey Chris! Come here!" Mitchie said, raising her voice in the slightest degree.

"Yeah?" Chris asked, suddenly standing next to us.

"Reagan wants to know our story." Mitchie explained.

"Sure" Chris said, sitting on the arm of my couch.

"Hold on." I said. "`Our story'?"

Chris chuckled, "You may not know this Reagan, but Mitchie and I are actually siblings. We're twins, actually."

What? They don't look anything alike! I thought.

"Seriously?" I asked.

Mitchie laughed at my reaction, "Shocking, right?"

I nodded.

"Well it's the truth. And I don't want any interruptions during the story. Got it?" He asked.

"Got it" I said.

He nodded and cleared his throat. I had the feeling he was enjoying this more then he should be.

"It was 1951, and our parents, our little sister and the two of us were going camping. We had just set up camp and I went to go find some wood to start the fire. As I was chopping some old logs, the ax slipped and I cut my leg.

"All of a sudden, I was surrounded by four, pale, beautiful, red-eyed men. Actually, only two had red eyes, the other two had black eyes.

"Obviously, I didn't know who or what, they were, but I was starting to panic. Then, right when I was about to run for it one of them attacked me. He bit my neck, the pain agonizing. One of the others pulled him off and growled at him. I collapsed from the pain and drifted into unconsciousness.

"I woke up after the transformation, and they told me what happened. They told me they were planning to take over the Volturi, and that they wanted me to join them. I refused, and demanded they tell me what happened to my family. They wouldn't tell me, so I ran off, looking for them.

"They, however, got there before me. They killed everyone except Mitchie, who they kept as a hostage to blackmail me with. By the time they found me again, I had discovered my ability to manipulate emotions. Now they wanted me even more, knowing I had super-natural powers. They tried to use Mitchie against me, but I still refused. Out of rage, the vampire holding Mitchie tried to kill her. I was stronger than them, merely weeks old, let alone, my ability. So I broke away from the two holding me and attacked the one holding Mitchie. I grabbed Mitchie and ran.

"They apparently decided not to follow me. After Mitchie's transformation, I explained everything to her. After that, we buried our family and then went in search of the four responsible for their deaths. We finally found them and killed them all.

"We traveled and hunted together, hunting humans. After the first year, I began to feel depressed and we couldn't figure out why. Then I realized it was because I could feel my victim's emotions before I killed them. I tried hunting less, but by the time I got better I had to hunt again and I went back to square one. Mitchie wasn't as opposed to killing humans as I was, but she didn't exactly enjoy it.

"Then, one day we met a nomad who was a friend of the Jones'. He told us about them and their way of life, so we tried it, and found it was satisfactory. We went searching for them, and finally found them after a few years. We've been with them ever since."

"Wow, that's crazy. How do you kill a vampire, anyway?" I asked, curious.

"You have to rip them apart and burn the pieces." Chris said.

I shirred at the image in my head.

"Yeah, it's pretty gruesome."

Suddenly, Remi's face went black and her eyes went out of focus. I'd been with the Jones's long enough to get used to Remi's sudden visions.

After a minute, she recovered and her face lit up into a smile.

"Anyone up for some baseball?" She asked.