Note: This is the first story I've decided to start for a while. After reading the new Twilight it inspired me C: My other vampire story follows the lines of the Anita Blake books too much (Which I don't read anymore) so I wanted to do something original. Its kinda boring at first, but hopefully we can get into the vampy goodness soon :
My writing is very mediocre (And I haven't spell checked this one), so please, no criticism. This is purely for my entertainment. All characters depicted belong to me.

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A séance was a bad idea for that night. I new it was a bad idea.

We were running full speed down the street in the middle of that cold autumn night. Leaves crunched beneath our feet as we bolted through the cemetery gates.

I glanced at my friend Leslie, and she was running out of breath. We just had to make it up a block further and we would be safe.

It started to sprinkle, the moisture glistening under the dim street lamps and igniting the smell of the dead leaves scattering the streets. We stopped when we reached the convenient store. I leaned against the brick wall and slid down it, heaving for breath, while Leslie slumped to her knees, her hand over her chest as though she would gather more oxygen that way.

“I told you-” I took a breath “- that was a dumb idea.” I tried to smooth back my hair that had become tangled and wet from the running and rain. I could still feel the stands of dark chocolate hairs stuck to my chilled cheeks.

Leslie did not respond immediately, she took her time catching her breath. Her cropped dirty-blonde hair was standing in all directions, and looked like it needed washing. She wore a dark grey long sleeved sweatshirt with the name of a band on it. It was on its way to getting soaked, just like my sweatshirt was.

“Sorry if I wanted to have a little fun on Halloween, Morgan.” She then stuck her tongue out at me in a childish manner.

I just sighed and shook my head. The rain was passing, and it was almost midnight.

To sum up the story from the beginning, it was Halloween. It was just Leslie and I that night. Neither of us had many friends, so we thought we’d try a séance. It was something spooky and that’s what all curious teenagers are looking for; a good scare.

We got too good a scare. We had set up in an open spot in the nearest cemetery, with few candles around us. Leslie did most of the work, she did the talking and the ‘summoning’ if you will. We had waited and nothing happened, but suddenly the wind had turned cold and there was a whispering around us. Then something grabbed my shoulder.

That’s when we took off running, and now we’re where we are now.

I scraped my high top shoes along the sidewalk, leaving a trail of mud behind. They were scuffed and falling apart, the rubber chipping off in various spots. “We should get going, Les.” I said. “My mom is gonna freak if she knows what we did.”“You’re mom? She’s the crazy witch, she’d probably think it was cool! My mom is the one that will freak!” She stated, throwing her arms up in the air as she began leading the way to our neighborhood.

My parents were Wiccan, that’s was she meant by ‘witch’.

“She’d be angry,” I continued. “That stuff is disrespectful to the dead.”

Leslie just shoved my shoulder in a friendly way and laughed. I couldn’t help but go along with her. Without each other, we would probably go crazy in this small Wisconsin town.

The only things for teenagers to do around here was walk. All our town consisted of was fields, old houses, a grocery store, and a school. The only entertainment was about thirty minutes away.

Walking along the old gravel road was always eerie, but it was the fastest way to my house. Both of us had brought our flashlights. I had mine out and was lighting the way.

We passed the ‘old’ barn, which was what everyone knew it as. It was the oldest barn in the area that was still standing, but parents and were stingy about letting anyone hang out there for fear that it would collapse at any moment, so no one spent much time there. I waved my flashlight to it and studied it for a moment. The light pierced through the broken boards and the inside was vaguely visible. I’m sure it was infested with field mice, so who would want to go there anyways? I tilted the light and it hit a pair of eyes, lighting them up brightly.

I jumped and jumbled my flashlight in my hands, nearly dropping it. Leslie shushed me and pointed to a coyote that darted from the old barn. I put a hand over my heart and took a deep breath.

“Jeez, Morgan, you’re so easy to startle!” She laughed at me.

I rolled my eyes. I was very easy to startle. After tonight though, anything would freak me out.

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At school the next day, both Leslie and I were exhausted, but then again, I was sure just about every kid was after being out all night for Trick-or-treating. Although I doubt that was what most of the teenagers did.

As we walked through the halls, both catching each others yawns, we overheard chatter about toilet paper and eggs, and one could only guess what in the world they had done yesterday.

Leslie and I had math together first period, so we made our way to the classroom early. As soon as we sat down, she lay her head on the cool wooden desk, letting out a sigh. “I think I’m going to fall asleep,” she said groggily.

I laughed at her and stowed my books into the desk temporarily. Pretty soon, the kids started filing in just as the bell was about to ring.

Our teacher, Mrs. Hubbard, came late, as always, looking frazzled. Her hay colored hair was in a frizzy bun, like she hadn’t bothered to brush it before styling it, and her glasses made her eyes look larger than they were. She wore a colorfully patterned dress that spun around her with the slightest of movements.

“All right, students,” she began, pushing her glasses up with her forefinger, “I’m just going to assume that you’re all present.” She flipped through the pages on her clipboard. “And we have a new student today, as well.” Her enlarged eyes searched the classroom, and she became confused. “Although I can’t seem to find him…” she turned around and was about to call the office when a boy entered the room with a slip of paper, probably a late notice. “Sorry I’m late.” He said, not really sound the least bit sorry. He had shaggy black hair and bright eyes. Mrs. Hubbard hurriedly snatched the paper from his thin fingers and looked it over. “Alright, class, this is Rowen.” She said, and in sync, the class chimed ‘Hello Rowen’.The teacher pushed him over as she came out from behind her desk and scoured the classroom for a seat. “There, in the back, there is an open seat for now.” She handed him a thick math book and sent him to his seat. “Alright class, we’ll go over a quick review from yesterday…” her voice muffled as she turned to the chalkboard and began scribbling equations. As usual, though, I started to zone out. Math was never my forte, which explained my D+ in the class. Leslie, like she had thought, had fallen asleep on her open text book. I adjusted my seat so that I could look out the window without completely turning around. It was cloudy outside, drizzling slowly. I heard kids around me ignoring the teacher, discussing there mischief from the previous night. “Did you hear on the news?” I heard one girl say, and I turned slightly to see it was one of the more popular girls talking, Stacy, her back completely turned from the chalkboard to talk to her friends. Her friend shook her continued whispering, but not really trying to keep quiet, “Yeah, apparently there have been a lot of murders around in nearby towns.” She said, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “They said the guy is just going from city to city, killing off random girls.”“Girls?” Her friend said, and I recognized her annoying high-pitched voice to be Amanda, another ‘popular’ girl. “Why only girls?”Stacy scoffed. “How should I know? I guess all the girls have been really pretty that have been killed. I’m sort of scared, what if he comes here? I’d probably be the first to go…”

That was the point when I tuned out of their conversation. I rolled my eyes and pretended to look at my text book for a moment, when I felt someone’s eyes on me and I looked new kid, Rowen, had been looking at me, but when I looked up, he looked away. I studied him for a moment, and ignored it. There was nothing too strange about him. He was just the ‘new’ kid. I always felt bad for the new kid. In our town, it was hard to make friends because there was so few people. But it wasn’t my problem to worry about.

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The bell rang and I saw from the corner of my eye Leslie wake up startled, and rub her eyes. I ruffled her hair and she grimaced at me, attempting to fix her short locks without much success. “Come on, one more class and then we have lunch.” I said to her, hauling her out of her seat by the sleeve of her sweatshirt. Next I had science, and she had English, so we parted our ways, and met up afterwards at both sat down at our usual table, with not many others around us. As I unpacked my lunch, trying to ignore Leslie’s rambling to someone, I heard the girls from the table behind us chattering.“I think that new kid is the one that is the killer.”“Yeah,” someone agreed, “isn’t he strange?”

I was distracted when Luke, a kid that I wasn’t really friends with, but knew, sat down in front of me. “What’s up?” He said, picking through his tray with his stubby fingers.

I sighed and pulled something at random from my paper lunch bag. “Not much.” I said, holding a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “Here about that new kid?” I asked.“Yeah,” he said, with a mouthful of pizza. He was a nice kid, but his manners were horrible. “I hear everyone saying that he’s this murderer that the news is talking about.” “I feel bad for him, honestly. I mean, he’s just a kid, how could he be doing all of that and get away with it?” I wasn’t just saying it to sound nice, either. He was new, didn’t he have enough to deal with? “Yeah,” Leslie joined in suddenly, “but he’s still weird. I mean, look at him.” She pointed her finger towards an empty table near the back of the lunch room. There he sat, by himself, staring at his tray. His smooth hair covered his face. He seemed really lonely.“I’m going to go talk to him.” I said, barely realizing I had made the decision before I stood up myself, leaving my lunch, and going over to him.“Morgan!” I heard Leslie hiss behind me.

When I was standing at his table, I finally realized that I didn’t know what the heck I was doing there.

“Erm… Hi?” I said, trying to seem looked up at me with bright blue eyes, so bright maybe they were considered white?

“Hi. My name is Rowen.” He said, holding a hand out.“I know,” I said somewhat shyly. “You were in my first class.” I took his hand and he shook it gently. “I’m Morgan.”He gestured to the seat across from and I slid in.

“I’m sure that you believe all of the rumors that have already started.” He said, leaning his elbows on the table.

I was struck dumb for a moment. He was pretty sharp to catch on that quickly. “Uh…”But that’s nice of you to come hang out with the new kid.” He said, smiling with a set of perfectly white teeth.

I nodded slightly, glancing back at my friends table, who were sitting and watching us, no doubt gossiping. “I guess so…”

“I’m sorry,” he began, “this must be awkward and embarrassing for you. And for the record,” he leaned forward to me, “I’m not the killer. I’m just strange.” He kept a serious face for a moment, and then let out a laugh. I laughed nervously with him.“Listen,” I said shyly, “I gotta get going back to my table, but if there is anything you need, you can ask.”He nodded. “Sure thing, thank you.” I picked myself up from the table and tried not to hurry back to my table.“Morgan!” Leslie said with a harsh tone. “What were you thinking?!”I wedged myself between the two kids that had closed in on my seat from my absence.

“I… don’t really know…”