Author's Note: Hello people of the world! =)

Okay, please don't ask me where the idea for this fic came from! Because seriously, I don't know! I was in Geography class and then BAM! I had this idea! XD

This fic will be totally Seddie, but I had the idea to write an unusual Seddie story! I love the Twilight saga and The Vampire Diaries, so I thought about writing a crossover, but then I decided to write it without the crossover part, just the vampire stuff. So this means that this fic is NOT an iCarlyxTwilight crossover or an iCarlyxTVD crossover! :)

Okay, before anything else, I'll just explain some things about the vampires!

Well, I based the vampires from this fic on the ones from Twilight and The Vampire Diaries (the books). Here, the vampires are really fast and strong (like on Twilight and The Vampire Diaries) and they don't sleep (like on Twilight). They can make their canine teeth lenghten and turn into fangs (like on The Vampires Diaries) and their eyes are like the Twilight ones, based on their diet (human blood = red / animal blood = golden/ and when they are thirsty = black) and here they don't "sparkle" in the sunlight or die, the sun doesn't do anything to them.

Are we clear? If you have any doubt about the vampires please ask! ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, or Twilight, or The Vampire Diaries, I'm just a person with a silly brain! ;P

And now, enjoy!

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EDIT (04/15/12): I'm currently rewriting the 10 first chapters of this story, since I made some changes in the vampire species (you can find the correct description starting in chapter 11), and I also found several typos and a few continuity mistakes in those (I'll explain it better in the author's note in chapter 16), so I'm working on fixing those at the moment. If you're reading this, then this is the rewritten first chapter. Every edited chapter will have a note like this one.

Chapter 1: Bad News

Freddie's POV

It was Thursday night, and I was doing something I absolutely love doing; shooting iCarly with my two best friends, Carly and Sam. We had started doing iCarly about four years ago, when we were still thirteen, and I had never expected it to become something so big. In the beginning, it was just something we did for fun and some people watched online, but the show grew into something a lot bigger than that, and now, we had an average of over one million viewers per webcast. We still did it for fun though, but now it had actually become a part of our lives, and I just couldn't imagine my life without it.

The show started just like usual. Me doing my usual countdown and the two girls hopping in front of the camera to warm up as they waited for my signal.

"In five, four, three, two..." I pointed at them, which meant we were live.

"I'm Carly!" Carly said, smiling at the camera.

"And I'm Sam!" Sam jumped into the shot, smiling as well.

"And this is iCarly!" they said together, and Sam pressed a button on her remote, which made loud cheering sounds echo inside the studio.

Carly and Sam then went on with the show, doing all the funny stuff they usually do. I guess I should have already gotten used all their crazy ideas, but they still manage to surprise me every webcast. I just don't know how they come up with all that stuff, and it all seems just so natural. Well, that might be the reason why they never let me be part of the creative part of iCarly. I can't blame them though; I don't think I'll ever be able to come up with so much funny stuff so naturally like they do.

I found myself laughing along with them during practically the whole show, just like usual. I just had so much fun doing the show, not only because of the show itself, but also because I loved to spend time with Carly and Sam. Yes, you heard me right, I enjoy spending time with Sam as well.

Don't get me wrong, I know Sam can be some kind of a she-devil sometimes, always trying to make my life miserable pretty much every chance she got, but during the past few years, even with all the beatings and name calling from her part, she still managed to get under my skin, and I slowly found myself falling for her. I know I had always said I was in love with Carly, but the truth is that I didn't even know what love was by then. What I felt for Carly was just a crush, and I probably felt that way because she was the only girl that had ever given me any kind of attention by actually being willing to become my friend several years ago. But that crush gradually faded away over the years, and now, I can say it's pretty much gone. I still love Carly, but I guess I could call that fraternal love, since she's like a sister to me.

Sam on the other hand is a very particular case. I confess that if it wasn't for Carly, I would have never made any effort to be around Sam; I'm pretty sure I'd have done the complete opposite. When I first met her, I couldn't describe her in any way that didn't include the words bully, vicious and evil. But even though I'm pretty sure she tried her best to scare me away, I never gave up, and after some time, I found myself finally working up the courage to stand up to her. I guess I can even say our bickering became some sort of game to us.

I don't really know how or when it happened, I just know that I slowly found myself not being able to imagine my life without Sam in it. I began to look forward to the break between classes and to iCarly rehearsals, those being the times I'd get to see her, considering that back then I didn't hang out with Carly and Sam as often as I do now. I even started going over to Carly's place more often, since Sam practically lived there. I started noticing things about her I had never paid attention to; from how beautiful her deep blue eyes are to the tiny little freckle she has on her right cheek. And I also started to watch her more closely, learning things about her I could have never imagined; I didn't even know her favorite color until a few months ago, when Carly told me it was purple.

I found myself unable to look away whenever she smiled, which never failed to send a warm feeling through me, and I just wanted her to never stop smiling. I began to actually ache for her presence; whenever she wasn't around, it was like I felt empty, like something just not felt right. Even when she was calling me names, it just felt amazing to hear her voice. I even started to provoke her a little bit more than I usually did to get her to hit me, just so I'd get her to touch me; her skin leaving some kind of eletric feeling wherever it came in contact with mine.

The memory of the night we shared our first kiss over three years ago became some kind of repetitive dream in my mind during that time. I began to think about it with a frequency that bothered me in the beginning, and I found myself staring at Sam's lips when she wasn't looking more times than I could keep track of; fantasizing about kissing her again and wondering if it would feel just as good as our first kiss did, but I somehow knew that it would feel even better.

Another sign had been the jealousy. I just couldn't bear to watch any guy walking up to Sam to flirt with her or, in some cases, to ask her out. It's no secret that Sam is one of the prettiest girls in that school, and that fact tends to attract the attention of the male population of Ridgeway, especially considering the fact that Sam is considerably famous because of iCarly. Fortunately, not many guys actually have the courage to ask her out, mostly because of Sam's reputation as pretty violent and agressive, and the ones that do never get lucky enough to get a positive answer from her. They are all, as she described, a bunch losers who just wanted someone to make out with and didn't deserve her attention. I couldn't agree more with her.

The day I realized I was in love with her was terrifying to say the least. I had been confused and bothered by how I had begun to feel around her, but I hadn't yet realized the reason for that. When I managed to put all the pieces together, I couldn't find any coherent explanation for that. It was just unbelievable that I, Fredward Benson, had fallen for Samantha Puckett. I still haven't been able to actually understand how it happened, I just know that it did, and now I found myself busy with trying to keep my feelings a secret from Sam and everyone else. I don't even want to think about all the teasing I'd get from her if she ever found out the truth, and I honestly don't feel like having my feelings played with. Sam has made it pretty clear to me and the whole world that she hates me, so I see no point in letting her know what I feel for her, considering I had zero chance of actually being with her someday.

"Sadly, it's time to go," Carly said, pouting at the camera, and Sam did the same.

"But don't be sad. We'll be here next week right here at iCarly dot com!" Sam said, smiling once again. God, I never got tired of that smile.

"Give a duck a bubble bath!"

"And hug a hobo!"

"Bye!"

"See ya!"

The two girls waved at the camera, and I walked back to my cart.

"And we are clear!" I announced, just like I did every time we finished a webisode of iCarly. "Great show girls!"

"Thanks," Carly said, smiling.

"Let's go downtairs, I'm starving!" Sam said, already making her way toward the studio door.

"Surprise, surprise!" I said, just to provoke her a bit, and she glared at me as she opened the studio door and stepped into the hallway.

"Shut up, Freddork!" Sam told me, sounding annoyed. I rolled my eyes at her, but as soon as she turned around, I couldn't help but smile lightly as Carly and I walked out of the studio and toward the stairs, headed to the first floor of the Shay apartment.

Sam's POV

As soon as I reached the first floor, I darted to the kitchen, going straight to the fridge, and I wasn't disapointed with what I found there. I reached forward and grabbed a plate of ham from inside the fridge, before closing the door shut and walking into the living room, where Carly and Freddie were already waiting for me, sitting on the couch. I sat down next to Carly, already chewing my ham. I smiled to myself, wondering how something could taste so good. Man, how I love ham...

I was forcefully broken out of my ham-flavored trance by a loud and frantic knock on the front door. Carly was about to stand up and go answer it, but she had no time to do it; in less than two seconds, the door was pushed open and Mrs. Benson walked in smiling.

"Freddie! I have great news!" she exclaimed, seeming unusually happy. I don't know why, but I had a bad feeling about this...

"What now?" Freddie asked, sounding afraid of what he might hear.

"Do you remember what I told you last week? That I wanted to send you somewhere safe and clean where you could spend the next two weeks because you won't have school?" she asked, and I saw a look of horror cross Freddie's face. I could easily tell he was going through a list of the places he thought his psycho mother might send him to in his mind, and by the look on his face, none of them were good.

"Yeah..." he replied, souding like he didn't really want to hear the rest.

"I found a place! It's a camp I read about on one of my parenting magazines! I just called them and made your registration! I'll take you to the bus station tomorrow right after lunch!" She seemed so happy with herself that it was even hard to believe.

"What?" he exclaimed, standing up from the couch. "But you can't just-" Crazy cut Freddie off.

"No 'buts', young man! You're coming with me right now to pack your stuff!" With that, she grabbed him by the wrist, before pulling him out of the apartment and shutting the door behind them.

I found myself unable to say or do anything after hearing what Freddie's mom had said. I guess I just coudn't really make myself register the idea that Freddie would be away for two whole weeks at some camp full of people just as crazy as his mother. That thought made me panic a little on the inside, but I knew there was just nothing I could do about it.

I know it might sound impossible and all, but since the night we kissed for the first time over three years ago, I've found myself developing feelings for Freddie. But I've been doing my best to keep it a secret from everyone, especially him. He's already made it pretty clear since the day I first met him that he loves Carly, and I just don't feel like being rejected. But even though I try to keep up a facade to everyone, saying teasing and snarky comments whenever Freddie hit on Carly in front of me, it still hurt me deeply to see him running after her like a lost puppy. The thought of the two of them together sickened me so much that it actually made me feel like puking up blood.

If I had had a choice, I wouldn't have let myself fall for him, but there isn't anything I could do now, and I guess there never was. I guess people are right when they say that love is blind, because there's just no other explanation for me actually having feelings for Freddie.

Carly's POV

After the door closed behind Freddie and his mother, silence took over the living room for a few seconds, but I soon started talking to Sam. But weirdly, she didn't answer me; she just kept staring ahead at the television with a blank look in her eyes, as if her mind was somewhere far away from here.

"Sam?" I called her name, but she didn't reply; I'm pretty sure she didn't even hear it. "Sam, can you hear me?" I asked, a little louder this time, but once again, she remained silent. "SAM!" I exclaimed, losing my patience. I just hated to be ignored.

"What? Huh? I didn't do it, I swear!" she finally answered, jumping a little. She looked around for a moment, clearly confused, as if I had pulled her out of some kind of trance.

"What were you thinking about?" I asked her, suddenly amused by her weird behavior, but curious about it nonetheless.

"Thinking? Who said I was thinking about something?" she asked me, laughing nervously.

"Well, you were just sitting there, staring off into space. If you weren't thinking, then what were you doing?"

"I, uh..." She hesitated for a moment, clearly not knowing what to say. I was about to question her again, but Spencer suddenly ran into the living room, coming from his bedroom.

"Hey guys! Guess what just happened!" He was smiling and even bouncing a little.

"What?" I asked, smiling at the sight. He seemed to be extremely happy, which could only mean that he had some kind of great news to share.

"The owner of the Groovy Smoothie just called me! He wants me do make a sculpture of a gigantic smoothie cup!" His smile got even wider after telling us this, even if that had seemed to be impossible a few seconds ago.

"How much is he gonna pay you?" Sam asked, clearly amused by Spencer's behavior.

"Four hundred bucks!" he said, doing a happy dance.

"Nice!" Sam commented, smiling.

"Yeah, Spencer, that's awesome!" I said.

"I know!" He made a brief pause. "I gotta go take a shower!" he said suddenly, before racing back into the hallway and walking inside the bathroom, closing the door shut behind him.

I couldn't help but chuckle at my brother's randomness, but I soon remembered the conversation Sam and I were having before Spencer interrupted us, so I turned to Sam once again, who had, for some reason, stood up from the couch.

"Uh... Where are you going?" I asked her, frowning.

"It's already late, I gotta go home," she told me as she crossed the living room and walked toward the front door.

"But wait! What about-" Sam quickly cut me off after opening the front door.

"Bye Carls!" she said, and the front door closed shut behind her.

Sam's POV

When I was finally out of that apartment, I felt so thankful to Spencer for interrupting our conversation in that exact moment. I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid Carly's questions forever, and I had secretly been hoping that something would happen just so I'd at least be able to change the subject or get out of there. I just didn't feel ready to tell Carly the truth, or anyone else in the world for that matter. I was still having a hard time coping with it on my own. I was still pretty confused with all this; I wasn't sure what to do or even what to think, and I didn't need people telling me that I should take a chance or something, just like I knew Carly would if she ever found out the truth.

I still found myself wondering how the hell I ended up in this mess in the first place. I mean, how could a girl like me fall for someone like Freddie? Well, if you know the answer to that one please share it with me, because I'm honestly nowhere close to figuring it out.

Freddie's POV

"Mom, I don't want to go to that camp!" I told my mother for what I guessed was the twentieth time in the last fifteen minutes. She had told me about all the things she had read about that camp, and trust me, you wouldn't want to go there as well if you were me. I'm pretty sure the camp was like my mother's personal heaven, but it sounded pretty much like hell to me. There, they had classes and lectures about safety and cleanness, some of which I'm pretty sure my mother has already given me. All they served was healthy food, and you could bring a maximum of one technological item, but the use of it would be limited and supervised. And on top of it all, I'm pretty sure the most exciting thing they'd let us do that was walk from our cabin to the cafeteria.

"You have to, Freddiebear! I'm sure you'll love it! You'll learn a lot of fun things there!" she told me as she walked into my room, carrying my empty travel bag she had stuffed inside the hallway closet several months ago, and laid it on my bed.

"What do you mean by 'fun things'?" I asked, fearing what the answer would be.

"Well, you'll learn how to properly eat using a fork without hurting yourself; how to walk fast without tripping or falling, and many other interesting and cool things!" she told me, and I let out a desparate sigh. This just could not be happening.

"Please tell me this is just a joke!" I pleaded, but somehow I already knew what her answer would be.

"Of course it's not a joke, dear!" she said, sounding surprised by my question. "Now be a good boy and pack your things! The list of things you can't take with you to the camp is right there on your desk," she told me, before walking toward the door of my room.

"Well, so instead of great news, you should have said bad news," I muttered under my breath, and much to my surprise, my mother heard me.

"What was that?" she asked me, suddenly turning around.

"Nothing," I replied quickly, and then walked over to my closet, pretending that I was looking for the things I'd take to the camp.

My mother eyed me suspiciously for a moment, but soon walked out of my room. As soon as she was gone, I walked over to my bed and let myself fall onto it, letting out a heavy sigh. I tried to think of a way to change my mother's mind, so she'd let me stay here in Seattle instead of going away to that camp, but I knew just how stubborn my mother could be, and deep down, I knew there was no way I'd get out of this one.

Author's Note: Soooooo, what did you think?

The vampire stuff will come soon, I promise, I just want to explain how everything happened! ;)

And now..

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