Alrighty, here's two.

Disclaimer: I own Bryce, Avril, Emmeline, Tristan, Chase, Adele, plot, and nothing else.

Bryce's POV.

So Chloe was engaged.

Avril and I sat at the table, watching the others like they were animals as they talked about dates and gowns and churches-things that I found impossible for them to do while on the run.

I didn't even know how they would get married in this hell of a mess.

Why did I even care?

After a second of jabbering, that Simon kid looked over at us and sat down again.

Avril smiled at him.

I had enough of the flirt fest.

I got up from my seat, and started to walk away when I noticed Simon's eyes lingering on my hand. No-my wrist. I dug my hand in my pocket and left for the bathroom.

When they were out of sight, I sighed. They probably thought I cut myself. They probably thought I was depressed.

Well, maybe the last part was a little true.

I locked the door behind me, and turned toward the mirror.

What I saw scared me.

My eyes-they weren't the moody hazel I was used to. No, they were about two-thirds red. Blood red. Striking red.

I was also pale. I smiled wide, looking for any signs of fangs, but saw none. Weird. Maybe they needed time to grow. Or maybe real vampire didn't get any. I wished someone would explain it all to me.

I could only imagine what my father would say if he saw me now. I was a vampire. A freaking vampire.

He'd probably kill me; they all would. Everyone I'd known, they'd all come together and destroy me. That's how little I meant to them. Well, except, maybe, for Jamie.

God, I missed Jamie.

I suddenly realized why I couldn't stop looking at Chloe; She had the same eyes as Jamie.

Those big, baby-blue eyes that practically generated innocence. It was so hard to lie to those eyes.

I remembered the last time I spoke to Jamie, right before we left…

She eyed me suspiciously, her red hair flying everywhere, courtesy of the wind. "Are you going somewhere or something?" She asked.

I bit my lip. "No," I lied. She put her hands on her hips.

"Tell me where you're going." She said softly. I had to look away, so I wouldn't blurt out my whole plan to her. Not that she would tell anyone. Not that she would dare tell my parents.

"Nowhere. It's fine. I'm just….tired. That's all." I shrugged and looked back to those accusing eyes.

She pursed her lips. "Just…don't get caught." She whispered. She knew as well as I did my dad would tear me to shreds and think nothing of it.

At that moment, I almost asked her to come with us. Almost. Sometimes, I wished I had. But it wouldn't be safe. And I wouldn't put her in that danger. Especially now with this psycho group trying to probe us…

And Bigfoot, in there, reminded me of my father.

Except for the eyes. My father had those cruel, unforgiving, green and brown eyes. Maybe it was because of the responsibility he had.

It didn't really matter; He was a terrible dad either way.

I didn't know how I could stay in a house full of strangers, and yet be reminded so harshly of the rough past I'd tried so hard to bury.

Chloe's POV.

I was happy everyone took the news well.

No matter where I went in the house, there was nothing but good vibes, which was very refreshing.

I got smiles from everyone. Well, everyone except for Adele, who gave me something in between a look of puzzlement and anxiety.

Simon sat on the couch next to Derek and I, bouncing Tristan, when he suddenly looked over at Derek with curiosity.

"Do you want to hold him?" Simon asked.

A grin slowly slid off Derek's face. He blinked. "Uh, no. I'm good."

I saw him swallow.

I bent over to whisper in his ear. "You won't hurt him. You've never hurt me." I reasoned. He turned to look down at me.

"That's not true." He said in low, quiet voice. I furrowed my brows. He nodded to my arm. It took me a couple minutes to remember Derek's hand had once left bruises on my arm, way, way, way back at Lyle House. I gave him a look.

"Here," Simon interrupted. We turned to him. He held out Tristan in a way that almost forced Derek to take him. I saw Derek's chest tense.

What if we had kids? Would he be comfortable around them? Or…

No. Derek would be a great father.

Why was I debating this with myself now?

Derek leaned hesitantly toward Tristan, and then, to my surprise, softly slipped his arms under him and held him close to his chest. Simon grinned at me.

Seeing Derek hold Tristan against his chest like that, seeing that baby in his arms provoked something in me….

I got up from the couch. "I'm going to go find Tori." I said. I needed to talk to a friend about this weird aching in my chest…

Simon nodded absently.

And so I walked through the kitchen, looking, and when I found nothing, went to the door to the room she had been in all of yesterday.

When I opened it, I found Tori, but I also found Emmeline on the ground, sitting, (which I also found peculiar) laughing up at Derek.

Wait.

What?

Tori smiled and sat down on the ground next to her, not appearing to notice Derek. Emmeline was laughing and reaching up toward him.

I pulled back for a minute.

"Derek!" I called. There was a pause.

"What?" I heard him yell from the living room.

My stomach flipped.

The Derek in the room before me looked up to me, and I realized, it wasn't Derek.

It was Nick.

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