• Beep! Beep! Beep! BEEP! I groan, rolling onto my side facing my annoying alarm clock.. 6:00, oh great. I roll my eyes, slamming my plam down on the snooze button. I stuff my face into my pillow, trying to fall back asleep. Not even five seconds later... BEEP! My alarm starts to get even louder, and I glare over at it. "SHUT UP!" I yell, picking it up, staring at it. Then I raise my arms above my head, about to chunk it to the wall when...
    "Missy, sweetheart! Time to get up!" My dad exclaims cheerfully from the kitchen. I sigh, dropping my clock on my bed. I get ready for another day in the life of me, Missy Irvine-Hardy. I trudge down stairs, my untied converse making me almost fall flat on my face as I do so. I sit down on the third step from the bottom and tie my shoes, standing up afterwards, straightening out my Fozzy t-shirt that my dad got me. My dad smiles when he sees me, and I smile slightly. My dad, Matthew Moore Hardy, the extreme wrestling hero of many people. My hero too, heck, both of my dad's are my hero's.
    Okay, I bet that sounded weird it's because my dad is gay, married to Christopher Irvine, or Chris Jericho. My dad hands me a poptart, and I take it, sitting on the counter. "Get down from there" My dad scolds, slapping my knee softly. I roll my eyes ever so slightly, and get off the counter. Just in time to hear Chris's alarm go off, and a THUD!
    "AUGH!" I chuckle softly as Chris yells, he must've fallen out of bed again. My dad smiles, and looks over at me, his dark brown eyes full of amusement.
    "So dad," I say, trying to start a conversation with my dad.
    "What do you want?" I smile, he always says that.
    "Nothing... Well, I want to know how your ankle is?"
    "Fine"
    "Riiight" I say, after taking a bite out of my poptart.
    "I'm not lying Doctor Missy, since when did you become a MD? and don't talk with your mouth full" He says, and I roll my eyes. He was about to scold me for doing that when Chris trudges into the room, and slumps against the counter. "Good morning Chris honey" I smile softly, they were so perfect for each other. Chris and his beautiful icey blue eyes and blonde hair, my dad and his curly raven dark hair and dark brown eyes. It's like looking at dark and light, but they are made for each other.
    "Mini-munch, hey... HEEEELLLOOO" Chris says, waving his hand in front of my face. "You're gonna miss the bus" I gaze down at my watch.
    "CRAP! Gotta go, love you two!" I yell, running, grabbing my back pack before hauling butt to the bus stop. I make it though, just in time to get onto the bus. I sigh with releif and walk back to seat 15, where I always sit. I stare boredly out my window when the bus screaches to a hault and we pick up the last kid. This girl had frizzy red hair, and bright green eyes framed by glasses. She trudges down the aisle, and sits down beside me.
    "I hope you don't mind me sitting here" She says, and I nod as her aroma of vanilla and cupcakes overwhelms my senses.
    "Nah I don't mind"
    "Cool, my names Scarlett O'Hara, but you can just call me Scarlett" I nod.
    "My names Missy Irvine-Hardy" She nods and smiles.
    "So you're the girl who was adopted by the gay couple" I nod, and Scarlett smiles brightly.
    "That's so cool!" That was the end of that convesation but the begining to many more. She became my best friend. She's warm hearted, and loves animals. We both liked wrestling, and picking on the school's nerd, Aidan Randleman. The more I found out about Scarlett, the more I felt that we were sisters in another life.
    But all that changed one rainy September morning months later. "I'm a vampire" Her words were a shock, but I laughed it off. Akwardly.
    "Oh ahahaha, very funny Scar, I almost believed you" She looked over at me, and her face was dead-pan serious and somehow that look made my blood run cold and my hands go numb. My breath caught in my throat as realization hit me hard with a lead brick. It felt like reality was laughing in my face and I had loser writen on my forehead. "You're serious" She nods.
    "And you could get killed" Her voice was a hushed whisper, since we were on a bus filled with high and middle schoolers.
    "I could get killed?" I squeak and my red-headed counter part nods. "Does this mean I have to leave my dad and Chris?" Scarlett nods, and I frown.
    "You could become a vampire, but that would mean you could never see your parents again" I gulp, and looks straight ahead, just in time for our bus to lurched forward violently and my head hit the seat infront of me. I groaned, holding my forehead, gazing over at Scarlett, who was looking around the bus frighteningly. "Shoot" She looks over at me and then back at the front of the bus, her eyes glued to the doors.
    "Scar, what's going on?" I ask, my voice trembling more than I like. She doesn't answer me just watches in horror as a man about 6"7 bashes in the doors of the bus. The bus is in stunned silence, no one daring to make a sound. The man has a machine gun in his arms and he approaches, slowly. Scarlett's gaze shoots over to me.
    "On three, I need you to get out of this bus" I nod, and she turns her attention back to the man in black. "One" I look back at the high schoolers and middle schoolers sitting behind me. "Two" I look back ahead. "Three" She jumps up and knees the guy in the face. I jump over the seat, motioning for everyone to follow me off the bus. They leave there things and I make sure everyone gets off the bus.
    "SCAR!" I yell, and she chuckles bitterly.
    "It's okay! Go ahead, I'll be fine!" She yells back after jamming her knee into the gut of the strange man. I nod, exiting the bus, and Scar follows behind me seconds later. "GET DOWN!" We all do so, and the bus explodes. Shards fly everywhere, and I gasp. I can't believe that just happened. The explosion doesn't do much damage, and some people stopped in traffic to help us. I was confused, but I kept quiet, seeing as Scarlett wasn't in a very good mood after that.
    "Scar, You okay?" I ask her, walking over, putting my hand on her shoulder, she pulls away from me though.
    "We have to get out of here"
    "But Scar-"
    "Call your dad, he should be home right?"
    "Yeahh but why-"
    "Just call him... tell him to come get us" I nod silently, pulling my phone out of my pocket. (It had been a miracle that it hadn't fallen out) The phone rings several times before he answers.
    "Missy? Aren't you supposed to be in class?"
    "Yeah, Chris about that... Our bus blew up" Talk about being blunt.
    "It what?"
    "It exploded... Like went KABOOM!"
    "Are you okay?"
    "Yeah, I'm fine, can you just umm get us?" I could hear Chris getting into his car, and cranking it.
    "Where are you?" I sigh, and give him quick directions. We meet Chris a little ways down the road, by exit 64, away from the traffic. We must have been a sight, I had ripped camo pants on, my dark red hair wild and everywhere. Scarlett's glasses were cracked, and her shirt was torn a little bit. To me, we kinda looked like we hadn't had a bath in three weeks. Chris arrives minutes later, and sighs. "Dang, it looks like you got hit by the bus" He says to me, and I roll my eyes.
    "Hah ha, very funny Chris" I say sarcastically, and he smiles softly."Anyway, sorry about this... Were you sleeping? I know you have to travel late tonight..." I say, giving him a hug.
    "Nah, it's okay... I was awake anyway..." I nod, and Scarlett smiles softly.
    "Okay, can we get going?" She speaks up, looking from Chris to me. Chris smiles, and sighs.
    "I guess, get in the car Ms. Impatient" He says, and she rolls her eyes, getting into the car. I follow behind her, and sit down. I peer out my window and up the road at the bus, where many of the students were still waiting for someone to get them. I sigh, dreading having to talk to Scarlett when we get back. We do, finally, get back. We pull into the driveway, up to our house. Our simple country house, white with red shutters. A porch with cute steps and open railings to sit on. It's peaceful, just how we like it.
    We get out of the car, and Chris goes inside. "What happened back there?" I ask Scarlett, when Chris disappears inside.
    "That was a vampire hunter attack... and well, we got out lucky" I nod, and Scarlett sighs. "We have to go..."
    "Wh-what do you mean?"
    "We have to go, leave... You have to leave them... I'm sorry" I sigh, and nod.
    "okay, where are we going?"
    We headed through the darkness, my feet were killing me as we turned down a durt road, and kept heading into more, guess what, darkness. Finally, I see a light in the distance. "here we are" She says as we walk into a camp full of women and men dancing and singing happily.
    "Hey Scarlett's back!" Someone shouts, and Scarlett waves over at them.
    "OH! and Missy, one other thing, me, you, and Alfred are the only one's from here in America" I nod, still following her. I follow her to the middle of the camp, off to the side of the big bon fire in the middle. She drags me into the tent that was off to the side. "Alfred, we have another person joining us" A man sitting on the ground stands up, he was smiling brightly and looks at me. He has strawberry blonde hair, clear blue eyes that are covered with glasses.
    "Wonderful!" He exclaims. "I'm Alfred F. Jones, and you are?" I blush lightly.
    "I'm Missy Irvine-Hardy"
    "Nice to meet you Ms. Irvine-Hardy" I smile and he turns his attention to Scarlett. "Is she a vampire?"
    "No but there is something I want to talk to you about" he nods, and looks over at me.
    "May I talk to Scarlett alone?" I nod, and leave the tent and into what seemed to be a celebration. Everyone was laughing and singing and enjoying themselves, but then the music suddenly stops playing.
    "Aren't any of you worried?! We could be attacked at any moment by them stupid vampire hunters!" The man who interupted had a british accent, blonde hair that reached the middle of his neck and his eyes were bright green, same as Scarlett.
    "Shut up England! No one cares!" Someone with a French accent yelled.
    "You shut up France! Someone might care" The crowd of people groans with annoyance. I sigh, and watch silently as 'England' approached a curly haired blonde with a flower tucked behind his ear. That must be France, I thought. England raises his fist to strike the other man in the face when he freezes. Everyones eyes dart over to the woods. It suddenly becomes very quiet and no one moves.
    "Now!" A gruff voice barks the comand and men run out of the woods. England quickly backs off, running towards Alfred's tent. France's gaze darts between the men and the other's who were charging to attack. My pulse quickens as the world slows down around me. I turn away from the fight, running off to find a place to hide.
    I finally find a place after searching in the dark for a couple minutes. A little bit off from the main camp are seperate tents, and off to the side is a smaller one. I scamper over to it, pulling back the flap to find it dimly lit with a little boy inside. He has strawberry blonde hair, a lighter shade than Alfred's, clear blue eyes and wire rimmed glasses. He looks exactly like Alfred, just a smaller form. An akward develops between us, before I break it, a sudden dread filling my body, covering my senses. "Can I hide in here?" I ask, and he nods.
    I crawl in, hugging my knees to my chest, and look around. There's a make-shift bed, that I'm sitting on, a small bag in one corner. A lantern is hanging from the middle pole holding up the tent. My gaze wanders around the tent until he speaks up, then it goes to him. "Who are you?"
    "I'm Missy Irvine-Hardy... Scarlett brought me here"
    "Oh! Nice to meet you Missy, I'm Canada... Well, umm, that's what everyone calls me" I nod, and smile softly. That's when it hits me, I left Scarlett at the camp! I start to get up quickly, but Canada grabs my arm, stopping me. "Stop, don't leave me" I look over at him, confusion in my eyes. Until I hear a scream of agony, well, more like bloody freakin' murder. "That was Alfred!" Canada panics, and I gulp, following him as he rushes out of the tent and to the camp.
    We stop dead in our tracks when our eyes land on the carnage. It looks worse with the fire out, a few embers still glowing faintly. My stomach churns violently, because even in the dim light you can see all the blood. I feel sick to my stomach as the stench of copper reaches my nose. Blood. That's the smell of it. Canada is close to having a breakdown, and I try to stay strong, my eyes wandering over the faces of the body's. "Alfred! Alfred!" Canada is crying out, it breaks my heart, shredding it into pieces. I'm down on my knees, hands cradleing my head, holding back tears.
    "There she is" Someone says, and I'm seized by my shirt being pulled to my feet roughly. I peer over my shoulder, and smile, seeing France. I cast my gaze around the camp again, Alfred is leaning against Scarlett, his shirt is bloodied and his glasses are broken. Canada has a hold of his shirt, and is crying. England is standing near by, not saying anything. I gaze back over at France, who is looking down at the dead body of a beautiful young lady with blood stained pure blonde hair.
    "Who is she?" I ask, walking over, standing by him, a comforting hand on his shoulder.
    "My fiance" He says, running a hand through his curly blonde locks.
    "How many are dead, like her?"
    "Everyone except Alfred, Scarlett, Canada and I... We're the only ones left in this camp of vampires... Well, the only vampires" He says, looking over at me smiling softly. I nod, falling to my knees beside the young beauty. I place my hand on her forehead, but quickly pull it away like I was burned. Fance chuckles.
    "She's so cold"
    "Yeah, that's how we vampires get when we die... We're freezing like the arctic" I nod, and and wipe some of the blood off her cheek. I then place my hand on her forehead, closing my eyes. Energy flows through my body, leaving it through the palm of my hand. My eyes opened, and she was staring back at me.
    "What happened?" She asks, her voice is heavy with a French accent, but I can understand her. She sits up, holding her stomach, where she was injured the most.
    "Uhh" I stuttered.
    "Alfred! We've got another surviver!" France yells, and the other's rush over to check on the young lady. While everyone is focused on her, France pulls me to the side, placing a kiss on my cheek and whispering, "I won't tell anyone about what you just did, and thank you". I can feel my face heating up a little bit, and I looks away. He just smiles and chuckles.
    The rest of the night I spent watching over Miss Maryse Ouelett, France's finace otherwise known as the woman that I had brought back from the dead. Canada was sitting beside me the whole time, but eventually fell asleep. I remember smiling and watching Maryse and him sleep, then falling asleep myself. I just acctually woke up, the sun was up as I got out of the tent, and my smile fades. My eyes lay upon the carnage on the night before. Bloody patches of grass litter the ground, and blood splattered tents are everywhere. Some of the tents are slashed and are waving in the gentle breeze as it blows by.
    I look away, turning to the river by the camp. It makes me even sadder knowing that that is the final resting place of the vampires that died. I step towards it catiously, I don't know why though. Maybe I'm afraid that it'll come alive and drag me in, but I'm just being silly. I slip out of my flipflops, and slide my feet in to the freezing water. Soon, I'm knee deep in the rushing river water. Chill bumps cover my pale flesh as I slowly make my way deeper.
    Neck deep now, and my dark hair is sticking to it. I'm still fully clothed, and the weight of my clothes is dragging me under the surface of the water. My body set into panic mode when I couldn't reach the surface of the water. My limbs started to thrash, and my hand hit the surface. A hand though, it grasps mine strongly and drags me out of the water and onto the surface of the river bank. Momentarily I wonder who saved me, until the person opens his mouth. "What were you trying to do?! Kill yourself?!" It was England. I look at him, his eyes were worried, but I didn't respond, I was too busy trying to catch my breath.
    "You're lucky I had to pee or you would've drowned" He says, his hands on his hips, standing all mother-like, kinda like Matt when he's PO'd.
    "Why do you care? Do you like me or something?" I shoot back at him, sending him a challengeing look. England blushes softly, and rolls his eyes.
    "Just don't do it again" he says, walking off.
    "Why would I?" I mutter to myself.
    "Why would you what?" I turn, peering over my shoulder, spotting Miss Maryse.
    "Nothing Miss Ouelett" The french beauty raises her eyebrow questioningly before letting it go and sitting down beside me. "Has England always been such a pain?" I ask Maryse, who chuckles softly.
    "Arthur hasn't always been, oh how do I say this, 'by the rules'"
    "A stick in the mud?" Maryse nods.
    "He lost his sister to vampire hunters a couple years ago" Maryse gets a far away look in her eyes. "They were really close, and he's afraid that someone else that he's close to like Alfred will die" I nod, and she looks back over at me. "That's why he's such a stickler for the rules and being a pain" I nod, and then a question comes to my mind.
    "Hey, how come you two can stay out in the sun?"
    "Some certain clans in the vampire world can... I guess it has to do with bloodline" I c**k my head to the side questioningly. "Okay, only two clans can acctually go out in the sun, one is in France and the other in England" I nod and open my mouth to ask a question but she cuts me off before I can. "And no dang it, we do NOT sparkle" I chuckle softly.
    "Okay, and what about the other clans? Why can't France come out in the sun?"
    "All of the clans have certain abilities, France's is that he can heal wounds, but not bring anyone back from the dead" I nod, and she continues. "England can transform into a wolf, whom us vampire's a rumored to have decended from, and he can walk out in the sun" I look over at the river, it's smooth surface clear and shiny. I shiver, remebering that I almost drowned in there. "Alfred, Canada, and Scarlett can all fight really well" I nod again, and she goes quiet.
    We both stare out at the river's surface, and watch as it flows. I sigh, listening to the water and the birds that were happily churping, not knowing about the deaths of last night. Maryse sighs standing and walking off, probably to got and check on Canada. I still sit there though, silently thinking of all the events that led to this. I thought about the day I first met the scragly red-haired, green-eyed, Scarlett O'Hara. I close my eyes and relive the events in my mind, smiling softly.
    Then a frown finds it's way to my face, and I lay back on the ground and think about my family. My crazy uncle Jeff. Shannon, my other uncle, the one with the tattoos that I trace on his arms. My awesome aunt Amy, the one that let's me shop with her all the time. My weird, lame, socially challenged cousin Brian. My biological mother, Trish, whom I've never even met. I smiles softly, my eyes still closed as memories of all of them flood my mind.
    "Missy... Missy..." Someone is shaking my shoulder, and in instinct I punch out. "Ow, Missy, mini-munch that hurt" It was Chris, my eyes spring open and I look over at him. "Finally, now hurry up and get dressed" He says and I smile softly. I guess it was just a dream, but it was so real. I shrug and quickly get dressed in my 'Does it look like I want to talk to you?' t-shirt, and some bremuda shorts. I rush down the stairs, slipping into my flipflops, pulling my hair back into a ponytail.
    "Ready to go?" Dad asks, handing my a granola bar. Yuck, I think, but Chris quickly takes it from my hand and I pout. "HEY! That was mine!" I yell, chasing Chris to the car, but he gets in, locking the doors. Dad smirks, coming out with the keys, and unlocking them. I smirk and get in, hitting Chris on the back of the head.
    Finally, we leave, heading to Uncle Jeff's house. Of course, Dad drives like a maniac when we're going to see family. Well, this time it was worse than usual. He hasn't seen Jeff since he was moved to a new company two years ago so of course Dad was driving like a psycho. I sigh, falling into deep thought. Dide my dream have a meaning? Is it supposed to have a meaning? Usually I don't remember anything from my dreams, but I remember everything.
    The part I remember the most, that rainy morning in September. When Scarlett told me she was a vampire. I was so deep in thought I didn't notice that we had pulled into Jeff's driveway. Chris turns around in his seat and slaps my knee. "We're here" I snap out of my thoughts and get out of the car.
    I look around at the houses in Jeff's neighborhood, all of them were plain except for one that stood out from the others. The house was ordinary, but that wasn't it. There was a girl sitting outside on a tree stump reading. Okay, I know you're wondering what's so out of the ordinary there, but this was the scraggly, frizzy red-haired, green-eyed, girl with glasses who smelled faintly like vanilla cupcakes. I rubbed my eyes, blinking, and the girl was staring at me. She smiles, and waves, and I just stare, watching as she disappears infront of my eyes. I gape, my mouth wide open.
    "Hey! Mini-much, if you stand there like that any longer somethings gonna crawl into your mouth and die" I look back and stick my toungue out at uncle Jeff, whom had said that. I then look bak over at that house, wondering if I had imagined her or if she was really there. "There's nothing interesting over there Missy, the O'Hara's moved away when their daughter died last year" I look back over at Jeff, Matt, and Chris who went back to talking avidly and were walking toward the house. I start to walk forward, then stop and turn back. I gaze over at the house, shake my head and keep walking.
    She isn't dead. My heart tells me, but my brain says she is, so I follow the logical part of me and leave it alone.

    To be continued...