A/N: Wow… how long has it been since I did this? Anyway, if you’ve read any of Gata de la Noche’s stories, you’ve probably heard of The Twins. Well, I helped create them in the beginning. They were our first vamps, and personally, I think, some of the best. (No offense to Ali) This is just my attempt to tell their story. Reviews are appreciated.

Cira Lionel looked at her best friend from across a kitchen table strewn with papers and books, magazine clippings, black and white photos, and a few empty cola cans. “Summer’s almost over Ace. How long till you ship out for the swamp?”

Aysel Stemner laughed. “One week.” She replied, and then sighed heavily. “Louisiana and London are pretty far apart, C.” The younger teen nodded. “But we’ll still keep in touch, and we always know where to find each other… it’s been great, you know? Being able to take off a year before college and work on our…um… other studies.” She nudged Ace in the ribs. The brunette smiled again. “I can still hear my parents: ‘Why do you need to take off a year if all you’re doing is holing up in some cabin in Maine? What do you plan to do up there?!’ … They never did get understand our little project. Mom nearly had a fit every time I brought it up. She still does!”

Cira snickered. “Most ‘normal young women’ don’t take time off from their academics to write a novel… especially a novel about vampires.” Ace cocked an eyebrow. “Cira, since when have we ever been ‘normal young women’? –heck, Since when have we been ‘normal’?!”

The redhead actually looked thoughtful for a moment, before grinning impishly. “Good point.” She stood up from the stiff wooden chair she had been sitting in, and walked over to the seemingly ancient fridge, opening the door and peering inside. Aysel turned around to straddle her chair, turning the conversation to more pressing matters.

“What’s for dinner, C?” Cira shoved aside a carton of milk and another of orange juice to find a few Tupperware dishes that looked as though they might be housing some strange new life forms, a half empty packet of cheddar cheese slices, a case of Starbucks frappuccinos, and a half-rotten banana. She frowned. “Nothing in here… check the cupboard.” Aysel did as she was told, coming up with similar results. “Nine packets of ramen noodles, one half eaten jar of peanut butter… and powdered garlic? C, don’t tell me you really believe that old wives tale?”

The red head gave the taller girl a playful slap upside the head, replacing the box in the cupboard. “No you idiot. That was for garlic chicken… when we had enough money to buy chicken.”

Ace shrugged. “Just checking. I mean, I know we tried to make our book as, you know, ‘accurate’ as possible, but nobody in their right mind would ever actually think this stuff was real.” Cira laughed. “Don’t worry… I’m not that crazy!” She said, looking down the list of numbers on the fridge. “So… you want Chinese, Italian, or Seafood?”

Aysel thought it over for a moment, then an idea formed in her head. “C… you know, my birthday is in two days…” Cira rolled her eyes. “How could I forget? You only remind me about 40 times a day!” Ace half-heartedly threw an empty cola can at her friend, which missed horribly and went sailing harmlessly onto the floor, just short of the trashcan. “Cut it out… what I mean was, why don’t we go into town? We can celebrate once before we have to go home, you know, one last hurrah… call it a birthday party, or a ‘our book is now finished’ party, but I wanna get out of this cabin.” Cira’s green eyes narrowed for a moment as she thought it over, then she shrugged. “Why not. It’d be nice to go into town again before we leave… and I’m always up for a party.” Aysel grinned from ear to ear. “Well then, let’s get dressed up a bit and fire up the Leech-mobile!” Cira shook her head, but couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous nickname Ace had given their archaic hearse, painted a vulgar shade of red. She had been strongly against when the strange vehicle had been purchased, but over time she grew to love their unusual mode of transportation. It didn’t even smell like dead bodies.

Lost in thought, she didn’t even realize Aysel had already left the room until she heard the familiar words of the Breakfast Club theme floating down the hall from her friend’s room. “Lost in the 80’s…” she laughed to herself as she walked into her own room and locked the door behind her.

Perhaps now is a good time to take a closer look at these two unusual friends, alike in so many ways, yet as different as night and day in others. Aysel Stemner was your average student in high school. She studied when it was necessary, pulled out a steady round of B’s and the occasional C, and aspired to be an actress on Broadway. Cira Lionel, on the other hand, was of the type that never studied, pulled straight A’s, class valedictorian, and had no clue what to do with her life. Aysel was fairly tall at 5’7”, and had always been taller, till Cira caught up in high school and remained the shorter of the pair by only one inch. Ace’s hair was a plain, mousy brown, that hung down to the middle of her back, while Cira’s was a shoulder length mass of unruly red curls that she kept pulled back firmly into a short pony-tail, for lack of the ability to straighten it. Her eyes were a dull jade-green, while Aysel’s were a dark blue-gray. Cira’s choice of style was predominantly ruled by whatever she found comfortable, whereas Ace, as we’ve already stated, seemed a bit stuck in a decade that had passed quite a while back.

When the girls emerged from their respective rooms, their personalities couldn’t have been plainer than their outfits. Ace’s entire outfit screamed something between “White Wedding”, and “Like a Virgin”: short black dress, with a studded belt around her waist, classic Billy Idol gloves, fishnets, biker boots, and an array of silver jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair was pulled into a high side ponytail, though mercifully un-teased, and in fact, the only object that gave any clue as to the fact she had even noticed the 90’s flying past her, was a small silver hoop in her right eyebrow.

Cira, however, always the down-to-earth one, was simply dressed in a comfortable red sweater and black jeans, with a pair of red converse sneakers with black laces to match. She had, for once, let her red locks down, and the mass of curls bounced about her head as she walked out to the car, barely taking notice of her friend’s clothing choice… such things were beyond shocking her now.

Ace pulled the keys from the hook next to the door, and slid into the driver’s seat, pressing the “unlock” button for the other girl. “You ready to hit the town, C?” “I guess so… though with you driving, one must only hope you don’t mean that literally.”

The brunette gave her a playful punch on the shoulder, making her bracelets jingle. “Shut up.” And began to pull out of the gravel driveway.

Both girls were laughing an smiling, singing along with the radio (tuned, as usual, to the local 80’s station), as they left their small cabin that fateful evening…

If they had only know that night would change their lives forever.

A/N: Oh how joyous!!! A Prologue!!! Review! Tell me what you think!! I might be a little rusty, so I’d love tips!! …Thanks to Gata for Beta Reading!!