First original story, so please go easy on me! Praises and CC are welcome, but please no flames!

Ooh, and when I write fanfiction for (it's run by the same people as this, GREAT website, I'm sure some of you have heard of it) I always have to write a disclaimer because of using someone else's characters and such, but now, I can write a claimer!

Here goes...

*Takes DEEEEEEP breath*

ClAImEr! I DO own my characters AND plot!

*Lets out a sigh of relief*

That felt good.

However, sadly, I have to write a disclaimer for the mention of another book.

Disclaimer! I don't own Twilight, and since I mention it once or twice in here, I have to put a disclaimer :( Twilight stuff goes to you all know who but I'm gonna say her name anyway! STEPHANIE MEYER!

Anyway, I'm sure some of you have already skipped over this, thx if you haven't but I'm gonna stop running my cyber-mouth, so you can read on and

EnjOy!

Black, searing pain. That's all I knew of the world. Falling through an endless black pit, desperately clawing for something to grasp, yet I find nothing. My heart was racing, faster and faster. My eyes were clutched so tight I saw feint colors dancing on my eyelids. Faster. My whole body went cold, not the slightest hint of warmth anywhere to be found. Faster. My mouth and teeth ached in pain. Faster.

It seemed like an eternity before I hit the ground. Everything stopped. The cold. Pain, and aching. Falling. My heart.

And then my eyes popped open.

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. It was just a nightmare. My eyes scanned across the room. The bed to my left. A desk. A dresser. The wooden floorboards. The ceiling. Everything. Though none of it looked familiar.

The bulb that was attached to the ceiling fan gave off no light, leaving it to the sun to brighten the room through the open window. Just the sight of it burned my eyes. It gave the whole room an eerie blue light.

I lifted my hands to view. One scanned over the other, as my eyes observed. They were deathly pale, but smooth and spotless, similar to the rest of my body.

Then I realized that I was huddled in a small corner in the back of the room. I shakily stood, finding it took a lot less energy than I had expected.

I walked over to a body mirror that rested on the door of the room, and examined myself. I had on black ripped skinny jeans, a white shirt, and a grey plaid half-shirt that tied in the middle. I also had on grey boots that came a little farther than half-way up my shin.

My straight choppy dark brown hair rested on my shoulders, my bangs swept over to the side of my face.

Then I took a deep breath, and looked to my face. It was as pale as my hands, and had flawless and sharp features. Full, red lips. Perfect jaw line. But what was most breathtaking were my eyes, which were a silver-y grey.

All in all, I had no idea who was facing me in the mirror.

I was then reminded of the aching pain in my teeth, and opened my mouth, to find four canines sharpened to a point.

I stumbled backwards a few steps. This was all a dream. It had to be. Yet it all seemed so...real. But it was impossible. Vampires were mythological creatures.

I opened my mouth again, and peered into the mirror. Yep, those were fangs.

I'm not sure how I was taking this. I mean, it was practically every teenage girl's dream to be a vampire ever since Twilight. However I wasn't one of them. I valued my mortal life. But I wasn't worried about it, because vampires and werewolves and such weren't real. Or so I thought.

The distant tip-taping distracted me from my thoughts, and I expanded my hearing. It got louder, and closer. I soon recognized it as running, and my body immediately went into panic-mode. My breathing caught, and my eyes searched frantically for somewhere to hide. I was desperate, so when my eyes landed on the other side of the bed, I made a run for it, and was there in an instant. I held my breath, and waited.

The doorknob turned slowly, then creaked open. I ducked my head.

The footsteps carried into the room, stopping soon after.

"Good," said a deep, yet beautiful voice. "You're awake."

I hesitantly lifted my head just above the bed, so that I was met with dark green eyes, that reminded me of a cat's. Though they seemed fierce and wild, at the same time they were calm and controlled. He also had the same pale skin and flawless features. He had messy, yet tamed brown hair, a black t-shirt, white jeans, and black converse.

"Come with me," he spoke again. I was hesitant, though. I didn't know what to do, or who to trust. "Now."

At that very moment, I knew he was one I shouldn't get on the bad side of.

I cautiously stood, and walked up to him. He was probably about 5'9, maybe five inches taller than me, leaving me around 5'4. Gee, thanks for making me feel short.

I had to look up to see his face, and when I did so, I saw that he was looking down at me.

After a few minutes of awkward, tense silence, he finally turned, and bolted out the door. Unsure of what to do, I ran out after him.

Even though we were sprinting immortally fast, I was able to see every detail of everything down the dark corridor. The small splinters of wood in the walls, the texture of the carpet that covered the floors, the flame licking the wick of an occasional candle, etcetera.

We came to a room that was barely lit. The walls were a lifeless blue, and the two sofas were white. There was a clear glass table that sat in between them. On top of the table sat a few lit candles, and a clear glass cup filled with red liquid that smelled a lot like blood.

He seated himself on one of the sofas, and gestured for me to sit across from him.

"I'm sure you're very confused, so before you bombard me with questions, let me ask this: What do you remember?" He asked.

Now that he brought it up, I didn't remember anything of my past. I wasn't sure who my family was, if I even had a family, how old I was, what year it is, hek, I didn't know what my name was.

I was a little hesitant, realizing I hadn't spoken yet. I guess I could trust him a little, couldn't I? He was the only other person I knew of existence. We could be the only two people left on the planet for all I know. If I couldn't trust him, who could I? Even if he was rather intimidating, he had this...aurora, that he wasn't all bad all of the time. Besides, if I didn't tell him, who knows what he might do.

"...Nothing," I whispered. I looked up into his eyes, and saw they were full of pain and hurt.

"Do you even know what your name is?" He choked. I slowly shook my head no.

He hesitated. "Well, from now on your name is Sabrina Mason. You're a fourteen year old girl as of today," he said. Okay. So my name is Sabrina. I kind of like that name. I nodded.

"My name is Greyson. I'm fifteen," he finished. He was silent for a few moments, so I took my chance.

"Do I have a family?" I asked as my first question.

"Yes. You have a father and little sister."

"Where are they?"

"I honestly don't know," he said.

"What am I?" I asked.

"I think you know what you are," he said, leaning back into the couch.

"Why am I like this?" I said through gritted teeth.

He sighed. "I can't tell you that right now."

"Why not?" I asked, my voice getting louder.

"Because!" He snapped. "You're not ready yet."

"When will I 'be ready?'" I yelled.

He got up and towered over me. "When I say you are," he said, threateningly calm.

I sighed and sat back, as did he. I didn't get what I 'wasn't ready' for, and I still wanted to protest, but I'd rather not pick a fight with him.

My eyes wondered back to the glass, and I was reminded again of my aching thirst. It took all of my willpower not to just jump up and chug it all down.

Greyson noticed this, and asked, "Are you thirsty?"

I bobbed my head up and down slowly.

"Drink it," he said simply. I arched an eyebrow at him.

"Do it. I know what it's like to be thirsty, and it isn't pleasant. So, drink it," he offered (well, more like ordered).

So, I leaned forward and picked up the glass. The blood sloshed around a bit, but didn't spill over. I was hesitant, yet again, but as soon as the glass was within five inches from my face, I couldn't stand the burn anymore. I tilted the cup back, and let it spill into my mouth. I groaned as the pain in my throat subsided.

The blood tasted fresh and warm. It was sweet, but had a sour after-taste. It's hard to describe, but it definitely satisfied me.

When I was left with an empty cup, I set it back down on the table and wiped the blood off the side of my mouth with the back of my hand. I felt my fangs sink back into regular teeth, and the dying thirst I once had was fading away quickly.

I looked up to a smirking Greyson.

"What?" I questioned.

He chuckled. "Nothing, nothing," he said, still smiling. I decided to let it slide, and smile back.

I was observing his emotions and attitude. One moment, he's serious and almost threatening, the next furious, then exultant and blissful. Talk about mood-swings.

An awkward silence passed between us.

"Well," he said, braking it. "Better start training."

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.

"How to hunt, hide, survive, you know, stuff like that," he said as he stood up.

I was still confused, but got up and followed him out the door.

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We arrived in a forest less than a minute later. He explained that he had asked two of his other friends to meet us here to help with my 'training.'

Apparently, we don't burn to ashes or sparkle like those Twilight wanna-be's (A.N./ No offense to those of you Twilight fans, I actually kinda like Twilight myself, I just thought it would fit nicely into the story). Whenever we are exposed to sunlight, our eyes change to a blood red color. Hence, we only have to where dark sunglasses.

I looked around the forest. There was lots of green and brown (obviously). Though it all seemed so...dead. There were no singing birds, no rustling of the leaves. It was all quiet.

"Where are all of the animals?" I asked, confused.

"They sense our presence," he said. I shrugged, and continued to gaze around. I took my sunglasses off for a moment, seeing that we were alone, but put them back on almost immediately. The sun was blinding, it burned my eyesight. I sighed.

I heard two others running towards us, and from the look of Greyson, he heard it too. It must be his two friends, I thought.

I heard them getting closer, closer, closer. I could feel the ground vibrating from their running.

A moment later, someone had me pinned to the back of a near-bye tree.

I instantly went into 'attack mode.' I don't know what happened, something in my brain just clicked. I growled, and kicked him off me with all I had, which was apparently a lot. He went flying into another tree, which broke in half and fell to the ground. He was up and back on his feet without a scratch a few seconds later.

"Just your first test," he said, trying to keep his dignity while dusting himself off.

"Did I pass?" I questioned.

"Defiantly," said the other person.

"This one's got edge," the first said to Greyson, gesturing to me. He only nodded.

The second one ran up to me. "Pierce Findle," he said, holding out his hand, which I shook. Pierce had black matted hair, and wore brown plaid shirt and jeans, with Sperry's. He had a good figure, not fat, but not bone skinny, either.

"Sabrina Mason," I said, smiling. Then the first.

"And me, I am the greatest of the great, Logan Carmen," he said, kissing my hand instead of shaking it. "Nice to meet you, the pleasure is all yours," he said. I grinned. He must be the cocky one of the three. Very easy-going, and laid back. He had short dirty-blond hair that spiked up in the front, and he was wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans with green converse. He was in good shape as well, strong, but not overly-buff. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Greyson scowling.

"Well, better start training," Greyson said.

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