TOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

//Kuitisha//

My head starts to race as I watch the two vampires talk.  Fear rushes through me.  I just hope this won't end in a fight. My grip tightens on the branch that I'm perched on and I look down at my dangling feet.  And, there is nothing there.  Great.  I've turned invisible.  Again.  It happens every time I get scared, and it just so happens that I'.  Why can't I just be like a normal person?  No, I shouldn't be worrying about that now.  At least it helps, now Aaron and Elizabeth won't see me, I'm pretty sure seeing the invisible is not a vampiric power.  I've always watched people, hoping to find out things that will help me survive.  I know it's wrong, but what else am I to do?  But the spying comes with a price, one that only the desperate would pay. I do not even have the guidance of the past.  All I know is that I exist, and that I am living around those of the vampiric nature.  The dark memories stop flooding into my mind suddenly.  I snap my head around to see that Aaron is staring straight at me.  I raise my hand in front of my face slowly.  I'm not invisible anymore.

Jane-

I walked out into the sunlight and looked around. I got really hungry all of a sudden. All I wanted to do is sit down and inhale a meat lover's pizza. But, sadly I couldn't. Jefferson wanted to meet me in an alley. He was this really old man who could see things. Like weird things. Like when I was 10 (over 100 years ago) he knew I was going to become a dhampir. At first I'd thought he'd meant vampire and I was kinda mad when he said he hadn't. Either way I'd known him for a long time and he'd seen his death and it was supposed to be in about an hour and a half. So I really needed to find the guy. I looked in every alley, my black sunglasses hiding most of the light from view. "Jane Williums." He said my name with relief flooding his voice. "I didn't expect you to show." I whipped around. "Jefferson!" I squiel. This guy's like my father, granted my biological dad died like 150 years ago but whatever. "Of course I'd show," I said gently. He was old and fragile-looking. A small amount of messy white hair covered a pale wrinkly head. His eyes were sunken, but shone brightly at the sight of me. His skin was wrinkly and dead-looking. You could practically see every bone in his body. He wore rags of an old shirt and pants. His shoes had been out of style since the 90s. The 1890s anyway. He put on a smile but his lips were so thin they were almost gone. He looked dead already, but he'd held on for over 300 years, he could last another hour. If it were to talk to me of course. "Come here child." He beckoned. The simple gesture looked like it had zapped all the energy out of him. He took a necklace out of his pocket. A locket. It had a long metal chain with a big oval the size of a flat wallnut at the end. The designs were ones I hadn't seen since 1840 at the least. "Take this, and don't show anyone. It is your most prized posession from this moment on." Good I didn't have a lot of those. "Jefferson, what is it?" I asked. "Open it." I did. There were two pictures, made of paper so obviously old. The thing belonged in a museum. But the pictures weren't just any pictures, they were my parents. For sure. I recognised my mother's petite but snooty face, and my dad's that even in a picture had an air of importance about it. I hugged Jefferson. "Oh Jefferson thank you so much. It's the best gift in the world." I bit back tears. He looked at me with those shocking blue eyes. "Don't let anyone take it, got it?" I nodded, "Of course." His eyes glazed over. For a moment I thought he was dying. "No! You've still got 5 minutes left! You can't die yet!" But he wasn't dying, he was 'seeing' He mumbled something about ancient evil and a lot of dead. Then he returned for normal; he looked horrirfied. "Be careful child, there is horror in your future. Keep them safe! Keep them safe!" He shouted the words like there was nothing more important. "Keep who safe! What horror!" But he was already leaving. His eyes glazed over, this time not from a vision. He smiled one more time at me, and then he was gone. He turned to dust that the wind just effortlessly blew away. "No." My voice was small, and for the first time in decades scared. Jefferson was gone. All I had left of him was the locket and the horrible words that still rung in my ears: 'Be carefull child, there is horror in your future. Keep them safe! Keep them safe!' I started to cry. But I mercilessly squeezed my arm until I stopped. There was a big red handprint where I'd held myself, but the tears were gone and that was enough. Now I just had to find Elizabeth and Ebony, and tell them what Jefferson had said. I put the locket on but hid it under my shirt. If anything I was keeping my promise to Jefferson, it was the least I could do.

(I figure the whole 'seeing' thing could go somewhere.)