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READ THIS!!!!!

Okay, i am a bit fuzzy on the details of Vampire Kisses, I haven't read the books in 4ever, and I lost the first on...and second, don't own the third, but I do have the fourth and fifth...so..yeah. Don't get all 'THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN IDIOT!', on me, I am going on the general theme and what I remember, K?

Now, I do not want to write all that happened in the book before Halloween, so just imagine it...without the scene where Raven takes all of Trevors clothes. I am also making Raven a boy, and WAY less fangirl. Raven in the original books was too fangirl, and seemed to only like the idea of being a vampire, and when she got the chance to become one, she freaked...so...yeah, Raven is way more mello, but he still fun...got it? Good, now, on with the story!

Chapter 1: Intro

RPOV:

I arrived in at school, in the only costume I thought fitting....a prep. I had a tight pink polo shirt on, a pair of those tan slacks, and some fancy dress shoes. All of this went was tied together with a brown leather belt and my butt-length black hair was tied in a pony-tail, my earings gone (six in each ear), as well as my tonuge percing. I didn't sport my normal eyeliner rimmed eyes, and my nails were black polish free....I felt suffocated. Becky, my best friend since forever, was dressed in a black mini-skirt, a blood red lace corset shirt with no sleeves, an some sexy black heel boots. She was the girl version of me today, and she looked awsome. That is, if the looks she was getting had anything to say about it.

"Oh look, if it isn't the gothic freak and his little girlfriend? What, role-reversal today, or is she just borrowing your clothes, you little fag?!" Another reason I'm hated in this close-minded Duney & Burke ridden town, I'm gay. I'm gay and prefer Hot Topic to Chanelle. I looked over at the person who commented on our outfits, and wrinkled my nose in disgust. Trevor...ew. The disgusting, stupid, and selfish soccer star of Dullsville High. (A/N: Like I said, I forgot alot, like Trevor, Matt and Becky's last names...and the schools name.....so, be patient, please)

Trevor was decked out in a puffy white shirt coughblousecough, fitted black trousers, shiny plastic looking leather black shoes, a cheesy black vinyl cape with a big plastic silver painted broach holding it together. His hair was silcked back, and his lips were that whore red you see sold in stores only on Halloween.

"Lipstick...whore red lipstick....talk about a fag, Mr. Soccer Star. Nice cape by the way, just don't walk near a flame, you might catch fire." I smiled at him, and held my hand up to inspect my nails. Damn, I forgot to file them, and now they are uneven and I cannot have that. I ignored Trevors spluttering, and asked Becky if she had a file on her. She nodded, and took out a pink file from my coffin shaped backpack I let her borrow for today.

"Thanks shuga'." I said in a slight country twang, and started file my nails to perfection.

"Wow, you file your nails.....you are a fag. I think us boys should be scared to change in front of you, you might try and jump one of us." Trevor said, a malicious gilnt in his baby blue eyes. I walked over to John, a four hundred pound wresteling champion at our school, and patted him on the shoulder.

"No thank you, I don't go for jerk, and that seems to be the only flavor this town produces. Besides, I think it's me that needs to be worried about being jumped. Poor, little old me can bearly kick John's ass...wahhh. You don't weigh (no offence John!) as much as him, so it'll be easy to divert you, Trevor." I said, my own little evil mind working and laughing at his beet red face.

"What are you talking about, monster boy?"

" Well, I know that you have a crush on me, Trevor, why else would you stare at me while I take a shower after gym, or do so much to try and knock me down a peg, or dress up as my favorite mythical creature? In hopes that I'll notice you, and forgive you for all the hateful comments and we could live in GayTown and be happy forever? No, I think I'll stick to Béla Lugosi, thank you very much." I said, a smile plastered on my face. Becky scowled at Trevor,nodded, and put her arm around my waist. She tapped her heeled boot, and looked at the clock.

"Oh, time for class. By Loser-- oops, I mean Trevor." She said. I held in my giggle as we swivled on our heels and walked away like we owned the joint.

As soon as we passed the wall of whispering and gossiping teens, we burst into laughter.

"Did-did you see...hahahahaahhahahaha...his f-f-face? Pricless!" Becky howled. I nodded, and let the small stream of tears from laughter roll down my face.

Suddenly, Becky stopped, and I bumped into her.

"We should go and trick or treat at that old mansion tonight! That guy moved in....Alexander Sterling. I heard he would be just your type, hot, goth and gay."

Hm........sounds interesting.

"Hm.........sounds awasome! Let's go tonight!"

Little did I know that this Halloween night, was going to be the turning point of the rest of my life.