a/n: big time rush was underappreciated in their time*

[Far Too Young to Die]

Naomi saw her mother off to the door and watched as her slim figure disappeared from view, Naomi closed the door behind her; Now, the real investigating begins.

She grabbed her dufflebag and headed towards her room. When, Naomi opened her door she saw it left untouched. Everything was where she left it. Her bed was disheveled from when she woke up late to go meet the Headmaster, her closet door was still open from her rushing to pack her clothes into a suitcase (she had put it off).

Naomi smiled as she dropped her bag on top of her bed, I was so excited then, if I had know how things were going to turn out I never would've taken that scholarship.

She took in a deep breath, This isn't the time to dwell on the past. I need to find out who that man is.

Naomi paused, Where did mom leave the family pictures? She tapped her chin in thought... Right, the attic.Talk about creepy.

She shrugged her shoulders and made her way to the attic. Naomi look at the cord dangling from the ceiling, Maybe, there's another way to find out who he is?

It's just an attic, Naomi.

She shivered, A creepy attic with possible spiders and cockroaches.

You just kicked, Zero in the knee; you can handle a few bugs.

Can I though?

The voice inside her head continued, Open the damn attic, Naomi.

"Yeah, yeah, I can do this." Naomi whispered to herself and as she was going to pull the cord, she remembered: "I need a flashlight!"

She ran to her room and searched her bag, until she found her very own small flashlight. Naomi remebered when she bought it and remembered thinking, It's perfect for travel and it fits perfectly in my hand.

Naomi, with a determined expression, thought: To the attic!

This time, Naomi pulled the cord without hesitation and saw the wodden latter unfurl, and rest nicely on the floor. Naomi began to climb as the light from her house dissipate into darkness, Naomi turned on her flashlight.

In the attic, she saw unused and old furniture aswell as old toys, Naomi hadn't used since she was six years old.

No cobwebs... Thank God.

And there it was, a small white dresser she hadn't seen since she was ten. Naomi had grown out of it before ten, but she had refused to let it go until her legs couldn't fit in the sitting area anymore. Naomi ran her finger on the side and realized there was no dust.

Weird.

Naomi turned away from the dresser and continued her search for the photos, They must be around here somewhere... She let her hands glide across a horrendous old couch and turned the flashlight towards the back of the couch, she saw a small wooden shelf adorned with small knick knacks, Naomi has never seen in her life. Yet there it was all by its lonesome, a small lockbox on the top shelf.

Naomi tip toed and had the tip of her fingers touching the edge of the lockbox; Naomi slide the box towards the edge of shelf and let it fall into her hands. She sat on floor, as she put the flashlight in between her teeth, and opened the box to see its contents.

Polaroids of her when she was baby and her mother holding Naomi in her arms. Naomi smiled as she switched to another picture as she took out the flashlight out of her mouth, Naomi saw another picture: this time she was a toddler. She was holding her father's hand, smiling with the same akward thin smile as her father. Their eyes the same shade of violet.

Naomi gave off a melancholy smile, He works day and night for us. I'll see him tonight.

She flipped through the rest of the polaroids, There has to be a picture of him. She was near the middle of the stack of pictures and saw a man she had never seen before.

He was kneeling sweetly to reach Naomi's small, three year old, frame. The man was unnaturally handsome, like Kaname, she thought. However, his hair was shorter but his eyes the same color: garnet. Tanaka was in the back of the photo with a scowl gracing his features.

He looks nice enough... Naomi pocketed the picture and went through the rest.

Nothing. Absolutely, nothing.

Naomi grabbed the lockbox and put it back on the shelf, Naomi traveled back towards the entrance of the attic. She then felt a cool breeze on her thighs, she was in attic why would there be a cool breeze?

Naomi stiffened as she felt a hand grab her shoulder, before she could react she was pushed to the ground.

The flashlight clattered to the ground. Naomi reached for it, only to have her hands pinned above her head; Naomi felt a crushing weight pinning her whole body down to the floor, nonetheless, she couldn't see her captor: she had fallen face flat.

Naomi gulped, she wasn't safe at the academy, why would she think she was safe in her own home? Is it him?

Naomi began to struggle but his voice made her stop:

"Do you like this body better?" It was smooth and velvetly... almost seductive. If this was any other girl, she would've melted under his touch but Naomi, was not easily fooled.

Her heart and mind racing, and her only thought being: It's him! And, I'm going to die! Naomi stilled and refused to move and tried, with every fiber in her being, to calm down.

Your hands are pinned, you can't attack him. Naomi's eyes widen, He said body! What does that even mean?! Stop, calm down! You need to escape!

He hummed in her ear, patiently waiting for her answer.

Naomi's voice trembled, "I can't even see you."

If I can just get my hands free, Naomi thought, and grab my butterfly knife.

She felt his hand travel down her body and rest at her hip while his other hand kept an iron grip on her wrists, she felt it slide into her pocket.

"Wouldn't want you to get any ideas?" He had taken out her only source of protection against vampires, "Such a delicate weapon..."

Naomi heard crackles of electricity, Naomi felt his arm wrap around her as he swiftly flipped her over. She came face to face with those haunting eyes. There she saw a handsome young man, he wasn't much older than Naomi, herself. His hand gripping her vampire weapon: purple sparks emanating from it.

This isn't his real body... Talk about invasion of the body snatcher.

Naomi swallowed, "Who did you body snatch this time?"

A wicked smile graced his features, "It doesn't matter who."

He leaned down towards her neck... Naomi felt something sharp graze her skin.

He's going to bite me!

Naomi, with all her might, tugged at her wrist and furiously kicked her legs. She wrapped her leg around his waist and pushed with all her weight to flip their position. In a swift movement, Naomi was straddling him and ripped her butterfly knife off his hand.

The electricity coursing through the knife stopped in an instant. The next spilt Naomi brought it down on his gut and twisted.

He let out a pained laugh.

"Go terrorize someone else!" Naomi pulled out her butterfly knife.

His heterochromatic eyes shined mischievously, "But you seem to have a delightful punishment for me."

He's mocking me. I stabbed him and he's mocking me!

Naomi's eye twitched, "Who are you?"

He rapidly raised his upper body towards her but Naomi reacted quickly: the edge of the silver blade against his throat, the crackle of electricity returned fiercely.

"How cute." His arm slid around her waist while the other gripped her forearm, "You're shaking."

Naomi hadn't realized until he had pointed it out: her whole body was shaking.

This is so pathetic...

"A little girl who goes looking for trouble but runs at first sight of it." He clicked his tongue and chuckled, "except for when you rig the game."

Naomi's flinched at his statement, He's right.

It doesn't matter if he's right. He's the one who stalked you since you were three!

Naomi tried to compose herself but, ultimately, failed. Her body wasn't responding to her mind, it kept shaking.

"Always ran to your mother whenever I'd visit you." He smiled, "When I tried to take you, you kicked me. Do you remember that?"

Naomi, unable to find her voice, merely shook her head.

"No? Well, you were a toddler." He sounded disappointed, but then a sinister grin creeped into his smile: "Shall I take you now?"

Naomi, as if it was second nature, slashed at his throat. However, when she did... there was no one there.

With him gone, Naomi took this opportunity to race out of the attic. Naomi, hastily, pushed the attic's door up to close.

She could hear her heart and blood pumping as she stared at the closed attic, waiting for something come out to attack her.

"Until next time." The voice whispered.

Naomi slashed behind her... Nothing, but the door was wide open.

a/n: wow, rido's a dick*