A/N: Extra sorry for the lack of updating! I have been busy with my job at the bookstore and started modeling (yes, I do have a job like Sawyer, minus the modeling part ;P). But I am back, so let's get this show on the road!

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Chapter 4: Beautiful?

This day was going way to freaking slow like a turtle messed with the rotation of Earth. Kids teased me, papers were flicked onto my head, and boys (but Daniel) didn't even notice me. Just another normal day ya'll! I am currently sitting at a lone lunch table during lunch hour, the cafeteria filling helplessly. Studying the students subtly, I figured out who were the geeks, the populars, goths, and the in-betweeners. I honestly do not recognize which group I belonged in, that's how it's always been.

Stabbing a piece of lettuce from my salad, I read the book of The Sacrafice. It was about the Salem Witch hanging. Truly an amazing piece of history that sparked my supernatural curiousity. I should show this to Rudolph sometime. I am sure considering he was a medieval dude, he'd be interested with witches. Then, a movement caught by my peripheral vision.

"Hey, Saws." My eyes looked up to a spunky teenage girl.

"Sab! What's up?" I asked as she sat down beside me, setting her tray full of junk down.

"Oh, I dunno, a bunch of nasty food I am about to eat." She joked, shrugging.

Meet Sabrina Torres. Her shy attitude made her really low in the social chain. Her looks were over the top though. She had hazelnut hair that silked down her back, wavy locks that she always had a tendancy of running her fingers through. Pretty heart-shaped face, plump red lips, a perfectly structured button-nose, and glowing grey eyes that stood out from her tan complexion. Even I couldn't register the fact she was well-known to be my best and only friend here. She had rectangular glasses that hung loosely down her nose, a monroe mole on the upper right side of her lips, and finishing it off were her braces.

"That seems quite appealing." I played along with her, nudging her with my elbow.

Laughing, we continued to chat in useless topics and unreasonable arguments. It only took minutes until a couple arrogant, assy girls came strutting beside our table, one 'accidentally' tipping her tray and the open milk spilling right onto my head.

"What the Hell?" I shrieked, getting off of my seat and double-checking my soaking head.

"Oops..." The girl sweetly sneered at me like a snake.

"Ugh." I whipped my hands, the milk splashing off of them. That's when an idea hit me. "Yeah, oops."

Shaking my head, my wet hair stuck to my face, but the milky substance hitting the girls everywhere. They had their eyes shut closed and their mouths wide enough to catch flies. I heard snickers and cheers around me as I froze my head. The girls opened their eyes, their pretty little faces covered in white droplets. Screaming a high-pitched scream, they ran away, their heels slipping slightly from the wet ground. I sighed, picking up my stuff and walking out of the cafeteria to the field. A hand gripped my arm that twisted me around.

Sabrina

"Woo-hoo! Three cheers my sister!" She cheered, fist pumping into the air.

I stayed still with a grim look. "Yeah..I guess."

"What's wrong? Shouldn't you be freaking out with glory?" She squealed, taking my hands in hers.

"Yes, but now that I ruined their whole ego society, they'll be after me. Better yet, they may even get me back next period!" I pulled on my hair, growling frustratedly.

"Oh.." She became aware of my problem and shut her mouth.

"I guess, I'll see you tomorrow. I'm going to class before anything else raunchy happens." I told her, pursing my lips and lumbering away.

"Bye Saws! Text me?" She called out from behind.

I did a two-finger salute and she got the signal. Sulking my way to my Calculus class, my eyes caught a poster. We were having a Halloween Ball. Not really a ball with all the frilly ensembles and shit, but like a sort of dance only Juniors and Seniors were allowed to attend to. Finishing it off, it's a masquerade ball. Meaning, I might actually meet someone without them judging me. Though the part that caught my attention on the list the most was the auditions to sing at it, a sign-up sheet below it.

'Should I sign up? No, people would just ignore me because I am a nobody. But it's still something I enjoyed to do. I could just find a song from my collection of albums and perform. What if people say, I suck?...There's only one way to find out.'

Taking a deep breath, I carefully made my way toward it, shakily took the pen and pressure the writing utensil on the piece of green paper. Srcrawling my name on a line, that had 2 or 3 people above it, my breathing stopped. The first line written in elegant and refined caligraphy, was the name of my very own mortal enemy. Sarafina McAshton. You've got to be kidding me? The chick cannot even pass her own choir class from a D. Tell me this is some joke. Hm...I let her be. The results of the song may be...rough.

Forcing myself from scratching my name out, I reluctantly scurried away before I made a different decision. Entering my Calculus room the class was half full and gratefully, nothing ugly has happened to my seat. Making my over to it, I slipped foward on something wet, that sent me flying over the teacher's desk and my head being buried in a trash can. I tried to ignore the throbbing pain in my hairline and peeked out from the messy sabotage. The kids laughed at me, all making mock faces, and screaming out hurting insults. So embarrassed, I slipped the trash can off, grabbed my stuff off of the floor, and darted right out of the room. Tears starting to roll down my eyes, running away as fast as I could and crashing right into someone.

"Wah!" I screamed, as we toppled over. Propping myself up, I saw it was my Calculus teacher that maybe had just come from her break. "Ms. Terry!"

"Sawyer, my dear?" She looked to her right and stared at me bewildered then switched into a soft expressionwhen she saw what state I was in. "What's wrong?"

"I want to go home." I cried, covering my red, puffy face.

"Why?"

"I...the kids...please, I want to go home, now..." I sobbed into my hands. She sighed, grasping my arm, picking me up off the ground and onto my feet. Pulling out a hankerchief, she dabbed the tears away and I had hiccups emitting from my mouth.

"Sawyer, as a teacher and a loving mother of two kids I want to know what happened?" She ordered, pointing a finger at the ground.

"The teasing and bullying is so out of control." I whispered, not wanting to look up at her right in the brown eyes. I was barely even speaking, but she understood.

"C'mon, I'll bring you into the office and check you out." She nodded her head to the hallway which led to the system of the school.

I nodded, hooking my arm with hers. Silently making our way to the office, I sat on one of the seats and saw a familiar boy sitting beside me, nose stuffed with tissues. Ms. Terry trotted out of a room with a towel in her hands. I barely remembered the fucking mild incident at lunch. She handed the towel in my hands, me drying my sticky, hard hair. Eww...Ending my constant rubbing of the towel, I turned back to the boy who oddly looked like..

"Tony?" His head spun to meet mine and he cringed back.

"Sawyer?" He gasped in the same manner.

"What are you doing here! Yes you! Stop that!" We both exclaimed together, pointing fingers at one another.

"McAshton boys." He mumbled, rubbing his nose.

Wouldn't I kill to hit those two noobs right now. Oooh, once I see them I sure as Hell won't have a problem punching right across their nose!

"Fell into a trash can." I stated simply and we laughed.

"Well, isn't that a coincidence you two are here, it seems someone already called your gaurdians and Sawyer, I told them all about your problems here and they said you could stay in today." Ms. Terry chuckled and I felt slightly offended,

Problems? First of all, I don't got no damn problems, the jerks in this school do. Second of all, what's the whole 'what a coincidence' part suppose to mean? She sounded so sarcastic at it. Third of all, this lady isn't whom I thought she would be. And fourthly, this school has the shit if they let me out just for that reason. I guess they don't have any other solutions for a freak like me.

Ms. Terry headed out of the office which left a quiet, formal atmosphere for me and the squirt. Waiting 30 more minutes, my Auntie Dottie came in through the doors panting.

"Tony! Sawyer!" She sighed, walking to the counter to sign us out.

Me and Tony waved at the same time, and smiled. The principal called Auntie Dottie and Tony into his office, leaving me in an awkward position. Suddenly, my phone rang in my back pocket. Pulling it out, the caller i.d made me want to hurl.

Pounding a finger on the call button, I took a deep breath. "Hello, mom?"

"Sawyer Rachel Isabella Thompson! I heard your Aunt recieved a call from school. What did you do?" She demanded, me flinching at such extreme volume.

"Mom, I didn't do anything! I slipped and had a little accident in Calculus, and kids started laughing at me."

"Ugh! You are such an ungraceful child! You need to be more careful, you've embarrassed your family's name!" She scolded, tears stinging my eyes once.

"Yes, mom. I'll be more careful next time and I am sorry of the disgrace I've brought the Thompson name." I mumbled and noticed Tony and Auntie Dottie leave the principal's office.

"Good. I shall not hear of something this irrelevant again?"

"Yes, mom." I exhaled sharply and stood up.

After that, she hung up and left me with no 'love you!' or 'goodybye sweetheart'. That's how much of a stuck up snob she was. Along my so-called mother, my father was the complete opposite. He cared about me so much that he would cancel one of his famous concerts just to see if I was okay or I needed him tonight. My older brother, Samson, was in the Navy and I rarely get a visit from him. I missed him dearly and I always think and pray for him during wars most of the nights, I hope he's safe and alive. Last of my siblings was my 3 year-old baby sister, Luna. Man, I spend to much time with her. I practically teach her everything from walking, crawling, to talking when my parents weren't there. I cannot wait to see her next week.

"Sawyer he's not here..." Tony whimpered, probably on the verge of bawling.

To conclude our day, we went golfing with Uncle Bobsicle (fuck yah!). Once we reached the manor, Tony became so gleeful to have the honor of playing with Rudolph again, but when we reached his chest, I could feel Tony's happy aura shatter.

"Aww..sorry bud, but I think Rudolph should've gone home. His family must be worried." I rubbed his back and wrapped my arms around him from behind. I felt something wet drop onto my forearm and I swiftly turned the blonde around. "Stop crying."

"I'm sorry, I know you said tears show weakness." He wiped the soaking drops from his face.

"Yeah, but it's also good to let out your feelings. Your tears and body are like the rain clouds." I guided him towards his window sill and gazed up at the grey, dim-litted sky filled with puffs of stratus clouds. "The cloud vaporizes water from anywhere in the world. Rivers, oceans, even a puddle! But that rain cloud can only hold so much, that once it cannot take anymore-"

"-it rains." Tony finished off for me.

"That's correct, my dad always said when it rains that the clouds are crying. But after it's done raining.." I glanced at Tony.

"It's calm and free again."

"So yeah, some people say crying shows how you're not that strong, but everyone knows that even the toughest of people cry and weaken. Like Rudolpph's brother-"

"The scary one?" Tony shivered, gripping my arm.

I laughed, "Yes, the scary one. He may have such a tattered soul of darkness and angst, but someday he's going to cry...even monsters cry. Everyone needs to let everything out once in their life."

"You're a good cousin, Saw. Thanks for being there for me and protecting me." Tony thanked, jumping up and latching his arms around my neck. I cringed back, but exchanged the action.

"I promise, I'll never let anything hurt you." I whispered, creating the deed and signing it. No, not whispered. Vowed. I swear that anything harmful to Tony will never be able to touch him, starting with the McAshton boys.

"Isn't your birthday next week?"

"Mm-hm the 31st of October. Halloween." I smirked evily and flipped my hair.

"I am going to do something for you! And isn't your mom, dad, and baby sister coming to visit?" He exclaimed, falling off of me and walking over to his bed to sit down. I nodded then heard Auntie Dottie calling me from downstairs. Sprinting out of the door, I descended the carpeted stairs.

"What's up Auntie Dottie?"

"Heather's here. She says she wants to play with Tony." She side stepped and I saw Heather, wide-grinning.

"Oh! Okay, c'mon Heaths, let's go upstairs." I took her hand and pulled her back up the stairs. Dragging her into the room of Tony's dumbfounded face, I closed the door behind to reject anyone hearing the conversation.

"Where's the cute Vampire boy?" She pouted as me and Tony grimaced at her.

"Whoa there, Heather, I am guessing you've taken a toll in interest with Rudolph. But..you're..four and he's...12.." I tried so hard not to make it sound bitchy. Wouldn't want her thinking I had a crush on him.

"I know...but where is he?" She kept searching around the room like a wild animal.

"He's gone! Heather can you stop messing up my room!" Tony shouted, getting off of his bed.

I smacked him on the arm gently, and smiled innocently at Heather. "He'll be back tonight."

"Really?" She squealed, clapping her hands and jumping up and down.

"Really?" Tony gave me a skeptic look and I did a slicing motion on my neck, gesturing him to shut up.

As if the awesome part of my life got to my side, I heard footsteps behind me from the window.

"RUDOLPH!" Heather ran over to him, hopping up and toppling down with a hug.

"My goodness! What is the meaning of this?" Rudolph gasped, pushing off Heather's body. He must be weirded out.

The two stood up and Heather happily skipped over to Tony's side, Rudolph browsing through Tony's pictures on his desk. His red eyes widened at the sight of the paper he pulled out. Walking over to Tony, he showed Tony a picture of what looks like a very valuable pendant that encircled a red ruby in the center.

"Can we go flying again?" Tony asked, but Rudolph denied by shaking his head.

"No, it's to dangerous." Rudolph informed him, and showed us the picture once again. "I only came because of this."

"My drawing? You can have it." Tony scoffed, running a hand through his hair.

"Where have you seen it?" Rudolph urged on and sounded desperate.

"Why do you wanna know?" Tony a little bit sneered. I bet he was a bit upset by the 'no flying' policy right now.

"It's very important." Rudolph strictly responded, getting a little impatient.

"I'll only tell you, if you take me flying again." Tony challenged, and Rudolph sighed, shaking his head, but giving a devious smirk.

"Alright." He said and in zip-speed, he took ahold of me and Tony's hand as I wrapped an arm around Heather.

I shrieked at such a speed out of the window. By then the wood floor disappeared into nothing. "Warning!"

"Sorry, human."

"Sawyer..." I flatly muttered under my breath. Rudolph chuckled as Tony and Heather cheered their lungs out.

After a couple minutes more of air floating, I saw a foggy area below me, to hazy for me to figure out what the Hell it was.

"We live down there." Rudolph pointed at what I was staring at.

"Cemetery..cool." Tony drawled and Heather nodded a 'mm-hm'.

Reaching flat ground, I breathed out in relief and got onto my knees. I swore, you could've voted for me at that moment to be the most balistic teenager in the world, "Oh my God! Thank you for the Earth's crust!"

"I could get used to that." Tony said and sat on a tombstone with Heather and Rudolph.

"I can't!" I yelled, falling ontto my back and doing..dirt..angels. Pulling myself together and got up, I trotted merrily around the cemetery as if it were some Ancient Museum.

"I could..if it makes Rudolph happy." I heard Heather flirt.

'I wonder if she's learning this stuff from her Uncle. Weird-ass creep.'

"E-er...right..." Rudolph scooted his way from Heather slightly.

Examining my surroundings, I made my way up a slope and was slipping mainly the entire way. Reaching up to the tip, gazed up and around in awe. I guess Alice in Wonderland got to me because just a teeny-tiny step back, the stony landscaping misted away.

"Wah-woah..ahh!" I rocked back and forth at the edge, but ended up falling into the cubic hole anyways.

The impact of concrete hit me. Hard. When my torso bones rattled by such a texture I landed on, I yelped, trying to catch my breath. It appears I was in some sort of...tomb..or brick catacomb. The moonlight radiated in it for light, and cobwebs, dust, and dirt scattered all over the lace. Oh shit..this is the shit! Panting, and resting until the results of the fall left, my eyes drifted to a young man, just a couple feet away from me standing there apalled.

I screamed and got up full of adrenaline. He gasped and lurked his way over to me in unexplainable speed. His hair loosely hung down to his neck in an...emo-gothic way. He was older than me, pale skin with a blueish-grey tinge, and red eyes.

"Who may you be, young maiden?" An English voice thickly asked me.

"W-well...why do you need to know?" I backed away until a hard surface hit my back.

Sandwiched by his body and the wall, he dared not come any closer, but kept a close eye on me. "Because, someone as beautiful as you must show gratitude to me."

I blushed into a rosy color and scoffed. Beautiful? Me? Sure I was cute and decent, but...beautiful? Might as well let a snowball enter Hell. Let's see how that turns out! "Hmph...the name's Sawyer Thompson."

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Thompson. I am Cedric Harrison." He took my hand and gave a light peck on the back of it. His lips were ice cold that sent a shiver up my arm, earning goosebumps.

"Hm...the pleasure's all mine Mr. Harrison." I replied in an intruiged tone.

Damn..this Vampire was getting into my bundle of feelings. But wait...shouldn't I be..scared shitless right now? I mean, I don't even know this guy and to top it off with cherry, he's a fucking bloodsucking fiend!

"Aren't you thirsty?" I laughed nervously, pulling my hand away from him.

"Oh, my dear. No, I do not feed off of humans. Nothing in my 300 years of living." He disbeliefly tsk'd.

Then, I heard angery voices from above. "Oh no, Tony. Can you take me back out?"

"Why of course, mi'lady." He set a hand on my back and guided the way.

God, the guys back in medieval times were a thousand times more of a gentlemen than the one's right now. Though, I am sure there are still some men who roam this Earth like that.

As soon as we reached an opening out to the graveyard, I saw Tony being held up from his chin by...what seems to be..Count Dracula? Ahaha, I would've been laughing my ass off if the situation wasn't so harmful to Tony. Earning the balls and guts to do so, I ran my way over to them.

"Hey! Put my cousin down!" I warned in a deadly tone. God, this must be Rudolph's father. Man...Count Dracula just got real!

"Another one?" He exclaimed, putting- or should I say throwing- Tony down from his grasp. Heather was speaking over to a young girl with long, wavy blonde hair. She had a pinkish-red Victorian styled dress and an elegant fan in her hand which she swooshed up her. Heather and her seemed to be enjoying themselves, so I left them be. Beside the father, shown Rudolph's mother. Her hair was in giant frizzes, styled in Padma buns. Her clothing resembled all the others. Chivalry related and dark.

"Yah, another one." I repeated, more of an attitude sheering through the words.

"You dare enter our world of darkness and decay with your relative?" He threatened, but that did not intimidate me.

"Hey, my little cousin just wanted to play with your son, Rudolph-" Hold on...speaking of sons..where's-

"Gregory!" The mother's, quite calm and soothing voice called out from behind me.

My heart stopped once I turned around. Oh..my..Jesus. There that now confronted me with the most crazed, angst, and hungry glare was the demon I had met yesterday night. I couldn't find the will to swallow nor, run. He made his way over to me, snarling to bare his predatorial fangs, designed to kill his prey. At top motion, he had his hands gripping my shoulders tightly enough that it might snap and shoved up against a large tombstone.

"No, Gregory, she's my friend!" Rudolph cried out, trying to pull him off of me.

"Son, control it! Do not give in!" The father tried consoling Gregory.

"Please..dear. You're hurting the poor girl!" The mother started prying him off of me along with Rudolph and the father.

The girl, Heather, and Tony just stood there about to cry. I see the fear layering them and consuming the poor children.

"Let me go!" I shouted and he hissed, his teeth the closest ever near my neck. I thrashed and desperately tried to shove him away. Try shoving a mountain away! That's how it felt.

"No..." He growled below his breath.

"You dare hurt her!" When I thought my shoulder balls were about to shatter, the external and internal pain faded away once Gregory was thrown off of me. I cried out in relief, falling down to my ass and covering my entire head, pulling my legs up to my chest. I only glanced up for a second to see Cedric glowering over Gregory who lain on the ground, his elbows propping up to meet my eyes. His eyebrows narrowed and the orbs filled with fury. I let my head back down as Tony, Rudolph, Heather, and the pretty girl crowded around me for comfort.

"Sawyer are you okay?" Tony asked, tears brimming his lower lids. I pulled him close to me, crying everything out in his small shoulder. Heather and the girl stroked their fragile hands down my long hair and Rudolph just set a hand on my shoulder.

"What is wrong with you?" I heard Cedric spat through his teeth.

No, response. Gulping all my dignity and bravery left, I strained my head up once more. Gregory still had his eyes locked onto me. As if I was his new target. That nothing would try stopping him again from doing his agonizing actions on me. That snapped something in me. I had to fight for something and that 'something' is now a precaution magnet if I am ever near him again.

My life.

A/N: You guys know what's weird? When I am starting the chapter, my brain just bunches up with alot of good descriptive words to write. When I get to the middle all the words somehow leave my mind. Then, at the end. It comes back! What. The. Fuck. That's just a heads-up if you notice how my writing goes..boring and downhill during the middle part. So, how did ya'll like another hunger wretching meeting with Sawyer and Gregory?

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