Hey it's me again

I'm VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY sorry about not posting new chapters to the story But I wanna thank you all for supporting me and that makes me feel very special

The reason why I couldn't update was because I had summer vacation so my parents thought it would be a great time to spend more time with eachother. We went to many places and had fun:3 We went back to my home town in Los Angeles, California; then to Disneyland XD. Later on to Mexico to see my family again cause I miss them very much. And finally to Legoland for my little brother's birthday, I had fun:D

While I was on vacation I was continuing this story on my notebook that I always carry along with me. We were in Legoland that I took it out to write, cause I can't get wet (curse you mother nature!) My brother came by and 'accidentaly' wet me, including my notebook. So the chapters were all wet and blurry. Now I'm trying to remember what I wrote so be patient with me and new chapters will be coming soon I promise.

I would like to thank these authors/people for encouraging me to continue=3

-TRL loves you


-Ayla Lock

-Nyx Blake

-and the other authors/people who are reading this:3

~ Vlad's P.O.V. ~

I showed Nessie all my favorite places: the theatre, fast food places, stores, clubs, etc. Nessie got tired of walking, so we stopped at an ice cream shop. I bought both our ice creams. Nessie complained about buying her own ice cream, even though she forgot to bring her wallet. My ice cream was strawberry (I think he likes chocolate, but I'm going with strawberry cause that is what I'm eating right now:P) and Nessie's was…also strawberry. We might have a lot in common. We ate and talked to eachother, until dusk came. So we began to walk home in silence. I couldn't take the silence, so I asked her a question.

"Do you believe in vampires?"

~ Nessie's P.O.V. ~

"Do you believe in vampires?" asked Vlad out in the open.

I was startled and scared. Thoughts already building up in my head. Does he know? Is he one of them? How did he figured it out? Will he still be my friend? Is he scared of them? Will he even like me even if he founds out about me?

I hesitated to answer back, "Y-yes? No? M-maybe?"

He looked at me, confused written on his face. He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it, as if he was regretting to say it. A few minutes past by and we arrived at our houses. Vlad turned towards me and said, "Well, goodnight."

"Yeah, goodnight," I whispered, feeling kind of sad that I don't get to see him tomorrow.

Vlad sighed, seeing the look on her face. He felt guilty that he had to leave her, because she just made a friend after arriving here.

"If you want," Vlad hesitated, "we can hang out tomorrow, and you can meet some of my friends."

After he said that, I felt my whole world brightening. I feel as though I'm a whole new me, and I feel complete when I'm with him. I smile and said, "Okay!"

~ Vlad's P.O.V. ~


I smiled, knowing that tomorrow may be a pain in the butt or something interesting is going to happen. I waved at Nessie goodbye, seeing her smile makes me feel warm and tingly inside. Like I have thousands of butterflies inside my stomach.

I heard and 'omph' and turned to see Nessie on the ground holding her nose. She saw me looking at her, and blushed. Aw, she's cute when she blushes, I thought. She then got up, off the ground. Still holding her nose with one hand and the other, she gave me a thumbs up. And then walked inside and closed the door.

What an interesting girl she is, I thought as I entered my own home. Immediately regretting, ever coming home at dusk. I always come at night, so that I don't have to see this! Otis and Nelly are on the couch sucking on eachothers faces. So I did what any nitwit would do at a time like this.

I closed my eyes, covered them with my hands, and yell as loud as I can, "AH! My eyes!"

I'm sorry if it was short!:( I'm trying to remember!

Is it good so far? I'm still trying to remember what I wrote in my notebook so be patient with me. Also email me if you have any ideas to continue this story, while I try to figure out what I wrote.