I changed this chapter because I there were a few subtle details that didn't match up with the story later on. If you're new, then continue on. If you're back here to reread it, sorry for the inconvenience.

Tori POV

'Trina, hurry up! I can't be late again!' I swear, even with supernatural speed she's the slowest being in existence when it comes to her appearance.

'If you're so worried about being late, why don't you just run to school? I know how much you like to run.' Trina asks me, walking down the stairs while putting her earrings in.

'That's...not a bad idea, actually. Thanks Trina.' We move too fast for regular humans to see, so it shouldn't be a problem. Those small breezes that last for a few seconds and then stop suddenly? That's a vampire running past you.

I'm out the door before she can say another word. Running's always been a nice way to clear my head, even when I was human. But that was a very long time ago...

I make it to school in 5 minutes, making sure no one sees me stop. Can't let anyone think I popped out of thin air, right? Anyways, I walk into the school and head straight to my locker. I only have about 5 minutes until class starts. I'm walking to my first class when I literally slam into someone, sending both of us to the floor and our books flying in every direction.

'Watch where you're going, Vega!' Crap...just my freaking luck. How could I not know it was Jade? I can usually smell her across the school. Only person who smells like mint, lavender, and dog. Every time I ask her about the dog smell, she says she owns a dog and can't get the smell out of her clothes. Though, I have a suspicion as to what the smell really comes from.

'Sorry, Jade.' I try picking up both of our things as quick as humanly possible *wink wink*

To my surprise, she sighs and helps me pick up our stuff, putting mine in one small stack and hers in another. I've never seen Bad Ass Jade West willingly help someone she doesn't like. I can see she has a dislike for me, so what gives?

She grabs her small stack and leaves as soon as all of our books are gathered up, not a single word in farewell. That's more like the Jade West I know and love...wait, did I just think that? Shaking my head, I head to my first class.

All of my morning classes fly by, as well as lunch and the rest of my classes. Soon, it was time for me to go home. Running around California but staying relatively close to home, I think about a few things. When I was turned, I was 19. I was the maid to the daughter of the Count of Savory, Umberto I, in 1006. I took the job, not knowing what I was getting myself into. For a year, I worked without incident until one night, his daughter lost control and fed from me. She was my best friend and her name was Alessandra. Thinking she'd killed me, she wept as she stole into the woods and left me for the wolves. I never saw either of them since that night.

When I found Trina, she was 21. She was one of the victims of the famous Spanish Influenza. I had been passing through when I saw her running around, searching for a doctor. Her husband, Christopher, was infected and she was determined to save him. She didn't know she was infected as well until she collapsed in the street, fever reaching deadly levels. She didn't deserve this, no one did. I knew I couldn't save everyone, but I saw something in Trina, so I turned her. She was angry that I saved her because I "allowed her husband to die", but eventually she got passed her grief and forgave me as time went on.

We live by ourselves, but every time we move, we compel humans that bare a resemblance to us and pass as their children. Holly and David are our parents this time. Being an ancient vampire, I have more money than I know what to do with, so even though the house is under Holly and David's name, they don't live here and I pay for everything. We only see them when it's school related. Trina insisted we come to California because she wanted to try getting into the movie industry. Come to think of it, that's probably the reason she enrolled us in Hollywood Arts...

'Are you coming inside, or do you need to be reinvited?' Trina teases, opening the door. I hadn't realized I made it home.

Smiling, I walk past my sister and plop on the couch. 'I don't think that would happen unless I was uninvited.'

She sinks in the space next to me before positioning herself to where she's laying on my lap. 'You know more about this than I do...though I'm pretty smart too.'

I chuckle and run my fingers through her hair. 'Yes you are, Katrina...I've been at this longer than you have, so it's only natural for me to be more knowledgeable than you. You'll get there very soon, don't you worry.'

'Have you been writing in your journal?' Trina asks, turning onto her back to look at me.

I nod, my fingers twisting in her hair. 'I still don't get the point of keeping that wretched thing.'

'You've been around for centuries, babe...even vampire memory isn't perfect so whatever you can write down would be helpful to you.' I hate when she's right...

I nod, my fingers stilling in her hair. 'As much as I see no point in doing so...you're right.'

'Even though you're centuries older than me, I still feel the need to take it upon myself to be your older sister. That means taking care of you in any way I can.' She sits up and turns to me. 'Now, I'm gonna go take a long bubble bath. Call if you need me.'

She kisses my head and goes upstairs. Smiling, I take out my journal notebook and open it up. However, it's not my handwriting that greets me.

I finally finished my first full moon as a grown wolf. The lack of control made me thankful for the cage they put me in before the change, but I just wish I could remember what happened during. The only thing I recall is an overwhelming sense of loneliness that I don't understand. Ugh, now I have to start working on my self control and stuff...

~J

I'd know that handwriting anywhere. Crap...this just proves my theory about Jade. She's not just a werewolf, she's a pureblood.

I actually researched Count Umberto I and he had a son, Amadeus I, but for the sake of this story, let's say he had a daughter. Hasta luego mi pastelitos, good damn bye.