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Chapter one: (2013)

I stalked through the woods. The air was misty, and the sun peeked out from behind a cloud every now and then. I glanced down at my ring, grateful I didn't have to hide away from the sun like normal vampires.

I stopped walking, closed my eyes and listened carefully to the woods around me.

From a mile away a twig snapped, followed by the sound of a squirrel chattering. I could hear the branches above, moving against each other as a strong breeze blew by. I was about to confirm that there was no one here, when I caught the scent of smoke from a barbeque grill that was only 2 miles away from me. Followed by laughing, by what I could tell were two women. I smirked.

In a blur, I had ran through the trees for about 2 seconds and was now only 20 yards away from the two ladies who were lamely attempting to grill some burgers. I watched the scene before me.

"Denise, why are you making me do all the work? We should of had Bill come to cook these." Exasperated the blonde girl.

The other girl, Denise, was lazily lying in a tent, flipping through a magazine. "Carly that's why we are out here in the first place! To prove that we don't need our men to camp out."

Carly mumbled something under her breath, before I decided to come out of hiding and step forward. I put my charm on.

"Wow! What is that delicious smell?" I said sincerely, not referring to the burgers.

They both looked up at me in shock.

"Wh-who are you?" Carly stammered, backing away from the grill.

Denise rolled her eyes and popped her gum. "Who cares? You're not getting anything, so scram."

I chuckled darkly. "Oh come on, I just want a taste."

Both of them grew pale, as I attracted my fangs, and felt my eyes grow black.

I jumped to the blonde one before she could do anything.

I looked straight into her terrified eyes. "Don't scream." I compelled.

In a blink I latched my teeth onto her neck, sucking away the sweet warm liquid I craved.

I let her collapse to the ground, once she was lifeless. I licked my lips, facing the petrified brunette frozen in the tent.

I smirked. "Your turn."

After my afternoon lunch, I disposed of the bodies by burning them to crisp. Cleaning off my mouth, I sped off into town.

I was born March 21st, 1843. It's been 149 years since I became a vampire. Currently I am 170 years old in a 21-year-old body. I was now back home in Virginia. I had left for a few decades, and explored the world. But I was now home for a while, even though my younger brother Elliot doesn't know it yet. I planned to keep it that way. Ever since that day we both turned, we had a little fall out. It was simple; I blamed him for the death of my true love. He had been careless which led Isaac to find out what she really was. We've had few encounters over the past century, none of them being pleasant. I haven't seen him in 60 years, but a little birdie told me he was now living in our boarding house with our multiple great nephew, Jacob.

I was stepping through an empty alleyway behind a bar. It was between two buildings, it was dark, and was framed with brick walls. I was leaning against the wall, when I noticed a group of girls walking on the sidewalk. They laughed and said goodbyes, and then parted ways. One of them started coming down the dark alleyway. I smirked, feeling not completely satisfied with my previous lunch.

I casually walked towards her. She wasn't aware of my presence, due to her being consumed with her phone, and ran right into me.

"Oh- I'm so sorry sir!" Said a sweet voice, as she bent down to pick up her bag she had dropped. When she stood up and looked at me, my breath hitched, and I quickly retracted my fangs.

It was her, she had the same chocolate hair, the same full pink lips, and her eyes were the same deep brown, but they were different by the amount of kindness they held.

She smiled that smile I haven't seen for 149 years. My heart lurched. I was staring at the same girl that was burned in a tomb, the same girl that I was in love with, the same girl that turned me into a vampire.

"Laura?" I breathed, still not believing she was standing right in front of me.

She scrunched her eyebrows, looking behind her to see if someone was standing there. Opening her mouth slightly, she looked back at me with a confused smile.

"Uh, no. My name is Ally." She corrected with her voice as sweet as honey.

What? I gawked at her; she was a mirror image of Laura. But her eyes were filled with concern and kindness, something that I never saw in Laura's.

I shook my head. "Oh, my bad. I'm sorry, you just look like someone I used to know." I smiled sheepishly.

"I'm Austin." I introduced. I was certainly intrigued, wanting to know everything about this girl and why she was identical to Laura.

"Okay, Austin." She grinned. "It was nice meeting you but I need to head home."

"Of course." I nodded. "It was a pleasure meeting you miss…?"

"Dawson." She informed me.

I took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Miss Dawson." I charmed. Sending a flirtatious wink at her, before pulling her forward so we were standing close face to face.

My eyes began to dilate. "You will forget this meeting ever happened." I whispered lowly, before disappearing in a millisecond.

I watched her from a concealed dark corner, as she blinked blankly and continued down the alleyway, with no recollection of what had just happened.

I looked at her in amaze. The resemblance was uncanny. But the way her eyes sparkled, she was a completely different person.

ALLY'S POV: (1 month later)

I stared at my ceiling, not wanting to ever leave my bed. The feeling of loss and pain was still lingering through my chest, before it hit me like a ton of bricks.

They're gone

Tears pricked my eyes, pooling over quickly as I remembered. I was sobbing uncontrollably, hugging my pillow tight, until I was gasping for air. The emptiness stung. It felt like a hammer, being repeatedly hit from the inside of me out.

I rolled over, curling my legs up beneath me. On my bedside table was a picture frame, which currently had all of my attention. It was a photo of my family. I was standing in the right corner of the picture. Standing next to me was my younger brother Elijah, with his arms wrapped around me and his chin resting on top of my head. Despite the fact he was two years younger than me, he still had me by a few feet in height. In the background behind us were our parents, smiling widely and eyes beaming with life. It was a happy shot, and it made my heart wrench that we would never have a picture like that ever again. It was taken a few weeks ago. If only we knew that our weeks together had been limited.

Yesterday was their funeral. It was also one of the saddest days of my life, along with the actual day I lost them.

My arm flew up from under me and slammed the photo down, not being able to stare at what had been before the accident. I unintentionally busted out in tears again for the umpteenth time this morning. I couldn't hear my door open over my hysterical sobs, and didn't acknowledge Elijah's presence when he sat beside me, rubbing small comforting circles on my back, but to no avail. I eventually rolled over to meet his blood shot, puffy brown eyes, that had despair and loss written all through them. I assumed mine looked about the same.

I thought he was going to speak when he parted his lips. Instead he drew in a quick breath before more salty droplets began spilling over. I sat up and wrapped my arms around him. He copied my actions as we both sobbed into each other's shoulders. He caressed my back slowly, and I gently gripped his brown hair on the back of his head.

"They're in a better place." He breathed sounding like he was telling that to himself.

I shut my eyes tightly, thinking that's what everyone always says when they lose a loved one. I never understood what about that phrase was so comforting to people, and why it was supposed to make you feel better in these type of situations. But hearing him say it made me realize exactly why people started saying it. It was the only thing you could possibly think positively about, as sad as that was, I had to think in that moment that the saying was true. Otherwise I would be an even bigger mess.

I nodded into his shoulder. "Yeah," I sniffed. "They are."

We sat on my bed and held each other for a few more minutes in silence, neither of us wanting to talk.

Elijah let go of me a little, and looked at me. He wiped away my tears with his thumbs; I mimicked him, and did the same to his. He smiled weakly before standing up slowly.

"I think Aunt Lauren has some breakfast made downstairs." He said.

"I'm not hungry." I replied solemnly.

He gave me a pointed look. Sometimes I forgot I was the older one. "You need too eat Alls."

I shrugged half-heartedly. "Yeah I guess."

I meekly took his hand he had offered to me and he pulled me up. I followed him downstairs, slumping into the kitchen to meet our hysteric Aunt over the stove.

Our parents had given her custody of us if anything were to happen. So after the accident, she dropped out of her school to come take responsibility of her sisters' kids. She was in her mid twenties, and had been attending college to become a teacher. But she was putting on hold for now to care for her niece and nephew in our time of need. I felt a tinge of guilt knowing how much she had to give up already. But she was also going through the same grief at the loss of her sister and brother in law.

She scrambled through the kitchen. Her strawberry blonde hair tied up messily, and flour powdered across her cheek and the red apron around her waist. She eyed her blackened toast and burnt pancakes, sighing in defeat and throwing them both out.

"Sorry guys. You're going to have to handle yourselves for breakfast. I haven't yet mastered this cooking thing." She sheepishly apologized.

She swiped her forehead with the back of her hand, leaving another streak of white flour behind. She gripped the edge of the counter, looking overwhelmingly stressed.

"I'm so sorry. When Renee left me custody of you guys, I didn't know what to expect. I really am new to all of this." She huffed before letting a small tear stream down her face.

I walked up behind her and placed my hand on her back comfortingly. "It's okay Aunt Lauren." I gave her the best smile I could manage. "We appreciate you being here for us. We really do."

She peeked up at Elijah, who confirmed by nodding assuring.

"Thanks guys." She muffled. "I think there's some cereal in the pantry."

After I ate a small bowl of cereal, and trudged my way upstairs and back to my bedroom. I groaned, flopping onto my bed, knowing I had my first day of my senior year tomorrow.

I had been looking forward to my senior year my entire life. But now it was different, everything was painful. I remembered my mother telling me how she was going to take me dress shopping for my first prom, and how my parents said we would spend a week at the lake house after I graduated.

I cringed at the thought of the lake house. It made all the horrific memories come rushing back.

It's all my fault

It was true. If it weren't for me, my parents would still be alive.

The next day

I heard a honk from a car outside. I quickly said goodbye to Aunt Lauren and ran out to Kira's car.

"Hey Ally," She greeted. Kira was one of my closest friends, we've known each other ever since elementary school and we told each other everything.

During the ride to school I didn't say much, only because I never really got the chance to. Kira was talking to me about something her grandma was telling her.

I've met her grandma several times and I could honestly say she was a little off.

She was always talking about ancient voodoo stuff and witches and such, and how their family heritage is trailed with a powerful line of witches.

"If I was old enough to buy a lottery ticket, I swear I would have won the lottery five times by now. I guessed all the numbers right on the last one! My dad couldn't believe it. I think I'm psychic."

I looked at her pointedly. "Really Kira? Psychic? Your telling me you can predict the future?" I joked.

She rolled her eyes. "Make fun now, but Grams was telling me about this stuff. What if she's right about my whole witch ancestry thing? What if I'm a Starr witch?"

I scoffed. "Okay then predict my future."

She parked carefully in a spot before stopping the car and turning to me, and looking me dead in the eyes.

"I predict this will be an awesome year for you. You're going to take your senior year by storm, and full of confidence." She said smiling.

I beamed at her. "Thanks Kira."

I could feel everyone's stares on me as I walked through the hallway. They were all whispering as I passed by them.

"Ally's parents died in a fire."

Everyone knew who I was, I wasn't exactly popular, but I was nice to everyone and I knew how to have a good time, and people remembered me for that. Plus I was on the cheerleading squad last year and I was dating the star quarterback on the football team, Dallas Fredrickson. He was good to me, and he was absolutely in love with me. But I never felt that strongly for him, the relationship had no passion. I broke up with him after the accident. So of course the whole school knew about that too.

How all the information got around so quickly I had no idea. But yet again Cyprus Falls was a small town, so I guess everybody knew everything about everyone here.

I felt as if no one could look me in the eyes. Everyone I looked at wouldn't meet my gaze.

I went up to my locker and twisted in the combination.

"Ally!" Yelled another one of my closest friends, Cassidy. She ran up to me and gave me a big hug.

"Hey Cassidy," I said.

She looked at me concerned. "I'm so sorry about your parents." She said, before pulling me into another bone crushing hug. "You poor thing."

"Thanks," I replied awkwardly, not knowing what to say when people say that to me.

Cassidy was certainly the peppiest in the group. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad, and sometimes her attitude and bitchiness was a little too much to handle, but we all loved her the same.

There were four of us. It was Trish, Kira, Cassidy and I. We all had the same fourth grade class together, and we've been best friends ever since. Sure we've had our ups and downs but we all stuck together all these years.

Kira was the sweetheart of the group; she was always smiling and putting everyone in a good mood. Trish was the fiercest. She had enough fire to cover all of us and she was probably the most loyal. Cassidy of course was the peppy, spoiled, neurotic controlling bitch of the group; she had her ways for boys and was drop dead gorgeous. But she wasn't half as bad when it was with us though, but to others she could be quite cruel. And lastly I was nice, party girl. We all were party girls, but I was definitely the queen. I wasn't a bitch though. Or at least I tried not to be. And I wasn't much of a partier anymore. I wasn't much of anything anymore.

With us being together all the time, I guess you could say sometimes our personality's clash, especially between Cassidy and Trish. Sometimes however it was as if our personalities would mix. On my bad days I could be as bad as Cassidy and Trish's personalities blended together. On other days I could be as sweet as Kira and so forth.

"Yeah Ally that has to suck." Trish piped up. If it were anyone else they would have thought that comment was rude. But knowing Trish, I knew that it was her way of showing her concern and sympathy. And I appreciated it.

"Thanks guys, really." I said softly, shutting my locker.

Cassidy poked at me. "Don't forget Alls! Cheerleading tryouts is today after school!"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry Cass, but I don't think I'm going to try out this year."

Normally I loved cheerleading. It was something my mom got me into, cause she was a cheerleader when she was in high school. But now it was like I lost complete interest in it, now that my mom wasn't here.

Cassidy's eyes widened and she stood there gaping at me. "What?! Ally we have been cheering together since freshman year! You can't quit on me!" She pouted.

I felt bad looking at her disappointed blue eyes. But it just had no meaning to me now, so I didn't see the point in doing it.

"I know I'm sorry!" I apologized.

She huffed, and tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Whatever, you were never a good cheerleader anyway." She said before walking away.

Almost as if it were planned, the three of us rolled our eyes at the same time.

"Don't let her get to you Ally, you know how she gets." Kira comforted.

I nodded. "I know. That didn't even faze me. I'm so used to her fiasco by now."

They laughed in agreement, before Trish waved goodbye and headed off to class.

Kira and I had history together next so we started walking towards the class. We came across the administration office, and Kira stopped abruptly, holding her hand in front of me.

"Whoa, check out the hot new guy." She said pointing into the office.

I looked in to see the back of a guy in a leather jacket, talking to the lady at the front desk.

"How can you tell he's hot? His back is turned to us, you can't even see his face." I pointed out.

She looked at me. "I can just tell. It must be a psychic thing."

I chuckled at her. "Are you really bringing up that again?"

Before she replied she was pushing out of the doorway and into the hallway. "Quick! He's turning around!"

I twirled and grabbed her wrists. "Calm down your acting like its freaking Medusa."

I laughed at her before turning around running smack into a built chest, falling on my ass.

"Shit!" I hissed, scrambling to get up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." A deep voice said, helping me up.

I looked up and met a pair of hazel eyes. He gave me a small smile.

"Are you okay?" He asked sweetly.

I gulped. Kira prediction was right when she said he was hot. I managed to nod slowly, feeling like a complete idiot.

"Do you have a voice?" He joked.

I blinked, snapping out of dreamland. "Yes! Yes, yes sorry for…running into you." I choked. I mentally slapped myself.

I cleared my throat. "I'm Ally."

He grinned. "Elliot."

"I'm Kira!" My friend chirped out of nowhere, smiling brightly.

I had forgotten she was still here. It was like I lost all focus when our eyes met. It was a strange lost sensation.

He gave her a small wave, before looking back at me. "See you later?"

"Yeah." I said waving shyly back before Kira walked passed, pulling me along with her.

When he was out of hearing distance, she gawked at me. "Since when are you shy around guys?"

I shook my head. "I don't know…"

She pressed her lips together. "I'm not so sure about him. He gave me a weird vibe."

"Don't tell me that's your psychic voodoo thing coming through."

She shrugged. "Maybe. I just felt like something was…off about him." She spoke slowly.

I gave her a gentle shove. "Whatever you say. He seemed just fine to me."

She huffed and rolled her eyes playfully. "Come on we're going to be late for history."

We walked to class in silence, and got our selves seated. The bell rang as the rest of the students filed in, including Elliot.

He walked through the aisle and sent me a swift smirk, causing my heart to start beating radically.

"Good morning class, I am Mr. Tanner." The teacher spoke, writing his name on the board.

I groaned. I had him last year, and he was a real stuck up prick. I wasn't going to look forward having him again.

"Now, since this is the first day you all are probably thinking I'm going to just go over school rules, hand out a few flyers, and go over what we are learning this year." He rambled before taking a breath.

He was pacing the front of the room with his hands clasped together. "But surprise! I am going to start with a pop quiz on historic dates! To see if any of you children remembered anything from last year."

The entire class groaned. This was just like Mr. Tanner to pull something like this on the first day.

"Kira!" He called suddenly.

She looked up quickly. "Yes sir?"

He licked his lips. "The dust bowl!"

The whole class watched as she paused for a moment, thinking of her answer.

"The 1930's." She said slightly nervous.

"Correct! Steven!" He yelled out again to a brunette boy in the back. "The Kennedy Assassination!"

The clueless kid shrugged. "1970?" He asked.

"Wrong! Can anybody else tell me? Ally!"

I blinked in surprise, trying to ponder my brain for the answer. I opened my mouth to pass when a deep voice interrupted.

"1963." Elliot said from the back.

"Thank you Ally." Mr. Tanner pinpointed. "The Great Depression, -"

"1929 to the early 1940's." Elliot answered again. "Sorry sir, I'm just good with dates."

Mr. Tanner raised his eyebrow amused. "Oh really? Lincoln."

"1960."

"World war I."

"1914 to 1918." Elliot answered again calmly.

"Battle of Gettysburg." Mr. Tanner challenged.

Elliot paused for a quick moment. "1863."

"The Holocaust."

The air was thick and silent. The entire class watched in bewilderment the battle going down between them. I could see Mr. Tanner becoming frustrated at Elliot's knowledge. Everyone knew he doesn't like it when people are smarter than him. They were becoming competitive. But Elliot seemed unfazed, and was simply relaxed.

"1939 through 1945."

"The Korean War."

"1950 through 1953."

"Ha! Wrong!" He pointed with a huge prideful grin on his face.

"The Korean war ended in 1954! You're wrong!" He yelled in triumphed.

He began retreating back to his desk, when Elliot cleared his throat.

"Um, no it ended in 1953 sir." He corrected.

Mr. Tanner stopped dead in his tracks. He turned and scowled at him. "Someone look it up…Now!" He ordered.

A number of students got out their phones, while a few brought out some textbooks. One guy raised his hand from the front row.

He was chuckling. " It was 1953."

Mr. Tanner began turning red while Elliot sat back in his chair smirking, and the rest of the class was "Ohhh-ing" and cheering at Mr. Tanner's first ever defeat. I had to admit that I was impressed by his history skills. I looked back and Elliot's eyes and mine locked, he sent me a suave wink and a grin quickly graced my lips. I turned quickly so he wouldn't catch my reddened cheeks.

Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all.

A/N:

Okay sorry for a late update. Had sort of a writers block. Anyway for those of you with questions just PM me.

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I'm just gonna tell everyone upfront that this story is a love triangle. So there will be Auslly and it is a Auslly story but you know the triangle will add the drama…..

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