Ok, to those who read this before, its been completely redone! ill be rewriting what i have and actually finishing this

thanks to my friend for sticking with my bad spelling and grammar to help me fix it. It's alot better now i promise! so review pretty please!!

Chapter 1 ~ The Move

Vivian stared out the car window before leaning her face against the cool glass. They were moving again, but this time it was all her fault...

~Flashback~

Vivian and her boyfriend, Chris, were celebrating their 1 year anniversary. They had decided to hang out for the entire afternoon after school and were currently enjoying themselves in a nook in the back of the school. They were "in love" and Vivian hadn't even drunk human blood since they'd been dating. Not that Chris would know about anything that...

He had her pinned up against the wall and started planting kisses down her neck, but all she could think about was how long it had been since she last had a drink and how fast he was making the little blood she had left pump.

Thud thud. Thud thud. Thud thud.

She moaned as he recaptured her mouth.

She broke off the kiss and moved to the hollow between his shoulder and neck. She started kissing the hollow, lightly grazing her teeth along his skin. She felt him moan and her teeth started extending. She accidentally nicked his skin and the smell of blood filled the air.

"Oh my God. Chris, I'm so sorry" she apologized quickly.

"For what?" he asked, confused. He lifted his hand to his neck and felt a bead of blood there. "Oh, don't worry about it. I didn't even notice." He smiled at her and gently pushed her back against the wall. "Now where were we?"

Vivian tried to go to the other side of the neck, but the smell was just too strong. It drew her back to the spot she nicked and she physically tried to pull away. Chris, getting the wrong message moved so they changed places, him now being pinned against the wall. He grabbed her around the waist and pressed his hips into hers.

She moaned, overcome with emotion once again and went back to the spot between his neck and shoulder momentarily forgetting about the nick in his skin. She gasped as the taste of blood hit her tongue. Shaking slightly, she let her tongue touch the opening. He moaned loudly. She gasped as the taste hit her tongue. Instinct kicked in as her fangs came out and she pressed him against the wall, pinning him there with her body as her teeth broke the skin.

And then she drank.

She watched, as if from outside her own body as she continued to drink. Endorphins from her saliva kept Chis quiet as she struggled to stop. It had been so long since she drank human blood, let alone fresh blood. She'd been surviving on blood-bank blood for so long...

It was nightfall by the time she was done. It had just started lightly raining when she finally stopped. There was but a few drops of blood left, unmoving. His heart had given out a while ago. As she moved back Chris' body, now lifeless, slid to the ground. She looked down at him, her heart breaking.

"What have I done?"

She crouched down to cradle his head in her lap as tears started pouring down her face. She jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Dad," she whispered hoarsely, "I've killed him."

He said nothing but simply opened his arms. She rushed into them, completely losing control of her emotions. Upset at Chris' death. Anger at herself for her loss of control. Scared of what would happen next.

~Flashback over~

She banged her head slightly against the window as her mom, determined as always, pestered her with questions about her first kill.

"Well how long do you think it took?" her mom asked, pressing for the details.

"I don't know," she moaned, banging her head against the window, "I wasn't exactly paying attention to the time when it happened."

"Oh, stop bothering her, Victoria," her father said, turning to look at them both. "Do you not think she has been through enough?" He turned back to look at the road, hands gripping the steering wheel with unneeded intensity.

They were headed for the country. After Vivian and her father returned home from hiding Chris' body, the entire family packed up their stuff and cut all connections to the home they were currently in. Her brother, Michael, was following behind in his black Jeep. He hated to be called Mike, so she often made a point of calling him that, just to annoy him. Behind him was her aunt and uncle with the moving van. Everyone had packed up what they could and left as soon as they could. Because they moved a lot, most of their furniture was rented or came with the house, so the only real things in the small van were personal items, clothes, sheets, etc.

She gasped as they pulled around the corner of the road and she saw a massive Victorian styled house.

"It might get a bit drafty come winter, but we got it for a steal." her mom said, watching Vivian's eyes went wide. She knew her daughter loved this time period even more than she did. "And it is more than big enough for, say, a party next weekend?"

"Really? Oh-my-gosh-thanks-mom!" Vivian said in a rush. Her parents had often allowed her to have parties, knowing full well their daughter could handle herself.

"Your father and I will be spending that weekend in the nearest town looking for some part-time jobs to keep ourselves amused," Victoria stated with smirk on her face.

Vivian sighed. She knew that her parents would also be scouting out blood banks and other ways to get blood. Her parents usually found places like mortuaries, retirement and nursing homes, and hospices. Over the years, they had found that places with older and dead people had blood that was easy to get.

What Vivian did not know was that her parents were going out tonight to register her for school, and this was going to be nothing like the normal high schools she was accustomed to.