A/N: The majority of people seem to stop at chapter two, so I've decided to go back and rewrite the first few chapters. Hope everyone likes it better now. The funny thing is, the only thing that hasn't almost completely changed from the last time I wrote this is the last paragraph.

The Xanders family had moved to the Hawaiian island of Kauai in the midst of the roaring twenties. Unlike the majority of haole, it had not taken more than a few years for the residents of Kauai to accept the Xanders. All of the other Caucasian businessmen had commented on it, but know one seemed to know the reason.

Years later, when the school children began to call the last day of school 'Kill Haole Day', the Xanders children were rarely assaulted, and if they were, the parents immediately dealt with the child without any confrontation on the Xander's part. Almost inexplicably, all but one small branch of the family left the island in 1970. All that was left was a small family with two boys, Wade and Michael.

Wade married fifth cousin in his last year of college. Bernadette Peterson's part of the family had been living in Idaho since it was first settled. Bernadette had never liked the snow, and thus they had both gone to Stanford. After college, Wade joined a small company on the mainland, and Michael moved to the big island with his high-school sweetheart. Wade and Bernadette stayed in California, though, until Bernadette finished her doctorate in Biochemistry.

When Wade's firm grew to one of the largest in the world over the course of three years, with him on the board of directors, Bernadette insisted on building a house near Wade's parents on Kauai. They promptly moved there and Bernadette was just as accepted as any of the Xanders brides had been. In August of 1989, Bernadette gave birth to a girl, Odette Muriel Xanders.

Odette slumped back in her chair. Why were her parents making her write a normal compatible biography? That cut out all of the good things in her life. Well, not all of them. But it cut out the majority of the interesting things, and made the rest of her life inexplicable.

Odette was had just had her sweet sixteen, and had come of age, not legally, but in the only sense she cared about. Odette was now a full Earth Magus, by right of the Witch's Law. But, as part of her coming of age, Odette's parents had assigned her to do this short biography. The reason the Xanders had become so influential so quickly was because Odette came from an ancestral line of magic that could be traced all the way back to the Dark Ages. They had been assigned as the Guardians of Polynesia, and the Hawaiian magelings, whom usually taught the hula to schoolchildren, had made it quite clear to the native Hawaiians that the Xanders were to be respected. The Xanders children had never been targeted for the same reason. That, and when you are still learning to control your gift, it tended to scare other children. If a child was left untaught, they could go without even touching magic until they came of age. But, coming from a magic family, the parents taught their children young.

Odette saved the document and shut down the computer. She did not care for writing much. Her best subjects were all sciences, particularly Chemistry and Biology. Of course, that wasn't surprising, considering that her mother had been gotten a PhD in Biochemistry. Thinking about it, Odette decided that she would much rather be down in her mother's lab, covered in plants and goo, making some homemade Aloe Vera. It was better that way. That was what Bernadette was doing. Listening, however, Odette heard the sounds of the pot being washed. Her mother would have just finished then. She learned she was right when Bernadette came upstairs and clasped her shoulder.

"There's been some disturbance down at the Glass Beach. You coming?"

Odette smiled widely. This was the first time her mother had taken her on someplace as a Guardian. It might have been nothing, but she was going. Odette smiled. "Lets go."

There was nothing there. The Glass Beach was next to a chemical plant, with no magical disturbances around it. On the other side was a very creepy graveyard with nothing more than a couple ghosts. Sad, Odette returned home with Bernadette.

About five, Bernadette went up to Odette's room and kissed her on the forehead. "Your father and I are going out. Think you'll be alright?" Odette nodded. "Wonderful. Have fun reading. We'll be back late."

A little less than half an hour later, there was a knock on the front door. “Just a minute!” Odette called, putting her marker down. The knocking became more urgent. Furious with whatever rude person insisted upon such racket, Odette walked quickly to the door and flung it open. On the other side was a rather good looking boy, at least two years older than she,

His jeans were tattered. His shirt had been torn off, which had been a good idea, because his whole torso was covered in second-degree burns. Odette looked back at his face. He was panting. Then she saw that he had fangs. This stranger was a vampire.