A/N: Yeah, so, first official fanfiction. Woo-rah. Basically, after Darren, the little person, dies, someone has to step up to his plate right? And when Darren said that it could even be a girl, I was inspired. I thought of all the possibilities. The series would have a dramatic change if played by a girl. And this is probably over done, but hey, I'm a bored teenage girl. What else am I gonna do? And, no I will not get a life.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own. If I owned, Crepsley would be alive and Tiny wouldn't. (:

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I was never good at writing. In fact, sitting down and writing anything such as this was never ideal to me. So why am I doing this, huh?

Not sure.

Maybe I just had to get it off my chest? Maybe I'm just that bored? Maybe it's a warning?

Who knows? I certainly don't.

Now I don't mean to scare you, right now, I'm just words. Words couldn't possibly hurt you right?

Well, that's completely wrong. Words can hurt. Worse than you can know, maybe.

But, in contrast they can help you too. I mean they can't 'physically' do anything, but they can mentally. They make you think, right? You could be greatly influenced by a single sentence that you read. You're entire perspective on life can change if given.

But things are changing. People are changing. People are doubtful. They don't believe. To some, words are just words. They are lacking in power and they could be false. Which makes you doubt the circumstance. Doubting can lead to not listening. Not being prepared. Simply, not knowing.

And some things are probably better off that way.

This is probably one of them. And I shouldn't really be saying this. But here I am, anyway!

Let me share this with you, this world is a cruel place. It has always been one. Don't let anyone let you think otherwise. No matter where you are or what you are doing, danger, evil is right around the corner. Some people get lucky and avoid that corner.

Some don't.

People like me, don't.

No, I'm not looking for any pity parties or sympathy. It's just a fact. Danger finds me. But to my fortune, so does luck.

It sounds like an oxymoron, dangerous luck. Or is it lucky danger? Whichever, I have it. Growing up, I would always get involved with danger. Whether it was attracting dangerous people or taking a wrong turn walking home at night – it always found me. Then, miraculously, right when it would get too bad I would be pulled out. No harm down to me. That is probably why I'm a risk-taker. Growing up I never got in trouble and I never got seriously injured.

It made me unknown to my real surroundings. I never realized that people got hurt so much; I never realized people died so much. I never knew pain and suffering. And when I learned, it came as a rather rude awakening.

I envy those who grew up knowing the things I do now. Maybe things would have been different. Maybe my story would have a better ending.

But it doesn't. This isn't a fairy tale. This isn't a story where people come close to pain and suffering. It will happen. And I can't prevent it. There will be no 'passionate star-crossed lovers' who are so in-love that they can't think of anyone or anything else. And this will certainly not end with '..and I lived happily ever after'! Get real. Since when does that happen? No one's life could ever be like that.

My point is that; life's full of challenges you need to face, like it or not, and then you die.

I promise I won't be this negative a lot; I'm not a negative person! I just want to state the facts of the matter.

By now, I'm sure you're wondering a lot.

Who am I? Why am I so negative now? What am I? Where am I? What's my favourite colour? And all that jazz.

I'm Mackenzie Price, I'm negative because I'm being realistic, I'm a half-vampire, I'm not sure where I am (I have my suspensions but, I couldn't say for sure), and I like maroon.

That takes care of that, I guess.

Before I go on I should warn you, I tend to exaggerate. For this, I'm truly sorry. I will deliver the facts though, don't you worry.

And the fact of the matter is that my story starts way before present day. In a small little playground, in a small little school, in a small little town…

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A/N: Basically, an into. Just Mackenzie's little thoughts. Flames are not welcome, but constructive criticism is.