So FREAKING sorry I didn't write! I got caught up with high school, homework. Sorry! Please forgive me.
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"See Mary Alice, that wasn't that hard." The teacher I guess was trying to..... calm me?

I din't care, I saw Alice's reaction, and she knew the name. I also knew my aunt was a vampire. Like me. I wanted to ask so many questions, but I came, and I saw. I never promised myself I'd talk to her let alone stay here.

She probably didn't know I exsited, or even want to talk to me. I might be 'dangerous' because I'm a vampire, a monster. In her eyes I might even not exsist, that I'll dissapear. I wasn't acutaly here.

Anyway, if I came too close, her coven might show up. Or that doctor... I didn't like the idea, but it had it's benefits. I could ask her questions, get answers, and she could ask me questions.

She was related to me, blood realated. Family. I never had a family, besides my mother. But she's not here, anymore. Not alive, and even if she was here. Why would she want to be near a monster like me?

The group started to leave, I picked the back again, since that's where I was supposed to be. Making sure no one dissapeared, wandered, or got lost.

I followed the group out, pausing by the door glancing once more at my aunt.

"Bye, Alice." I murmured, only she would hear, even the human next to me wouldn't.

She seemed to hesitate for a second before whipering 'wait' under her breath.

I turned not looking at her, I could hear the group down the hall.

"Yes?"

"Are me and you like..." She trailed off, but motioning from me to her.

I smiled, so she did know me. I nodded answering her question.

"How?"

"My mom knew you, well."

She seemed to think.

"You can ask me questions later, can I ask you some?" It was only fair that she would.

"I don't remeber much, but okay."

"Who was that other vampire you were talking to?"

"Carlisle."

We talked for an hour or so, and it surprised me how little she knew about herself. She was done telling me how little she knew when a little idea popped in her head.

"Would you mind comming over?" She described the house, which seemed very much like the one that I drew, and said her 'family' would welcome me.