For those of you who came to this story from The Vampire Game, welcome back! This is the first chapter, which was a sneak peek in VG, so you can just skip to Chapter 2 of this story and pick up where you left off (:

For those of you who are completely new, this story is a sequel to The Vampire Game. You won't necessarily have to read The Vampire Game to understand the plot, since what you need to know will be explained, but as I said, it is a sequel and I recommend reading its prequel.

So, this whole fic is actually based on the song Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin, so I encourage you to listen to it :) I will have a link to it on my profile. Also, I will be making a playlist for it so if you guys haven't heard the songs from it, you don't have to go searching. (:

So, without further ado…

Chapter One: The Beginning of the End.


My head snapped up towards the front of the classroom. I felt my cheeks turn pink as everyone stared at me. I cleared my throat before speaking. "Yes, Mr. Harrison?" I asked shyly. He was glaring at me out of the thick rimmed glasses that rested on his hawk like nose, holding a piece of chalk in his hand as he impatiently tapped the floor with his loafer clad foot.

"Miss Jane, what is so important about that window that you must dismiss me and my very important lecture, which will be in most of your final exam for this class?" he asked angrily. I heard a few snickers as my face turned beet red. I rubbed my hands on my skirt, trying to get rid of sweat as I looked down at the desk and then let my green eyes meet his hazel ones.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was just…daydreaming." I said quietly, my face turning even redder as my fellow classmates giggled. The bell rang after that, signaling the end of the school day. I slowly put my notebook back into my vintage messenger bag as everyone else chatted and left. I stood up and was passing the front desk when Mr. Harrison spoke to me.

"Jane, can you please stay after class?" he said as he organized the essays that were due in the beginning of class. I sighed. My adoptive family was going to be angry once they found out that I was held after class…again. I pulled up a chair and sat it in front of his desk and looked at my hands as I twiddled my thumbs.

He sighed. "Jane, why haven't you been paying attention in class? You used to be my best student, but lately…" he trailed off. I bit my lip and pushed my hazelnut hair behind my ear and looked up at him under my thick eyelashes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Harrison. I don't mean to I just…" I trailed off, not wanting to tell him the reason I've been so distracted lately. I couldn't bear telling anyone about my dream; they'd think I was crazy. Mr. Harrison raised a brow and took off his glasses.

"Jane is there something you'd like to talk about?" he asked sincerely. I hesitated and shook my head. He frowned at me, noticing my hesitation. "Jane, you know you can tell me. By God, I'm a friend of the family and have been one of your teachers since your ninth grade year." He said, exasperated. I bit my lip. "I know, Mr. Harrison, it's just…I've been having nightmares lately." I finally said. He stared at me.

"Nightmares? About what?" he asked me. I frowned. "I'm not sure…I remember them but…don't. And I feel like they're not just dreams, that maybe it's something that's actually happened." I said quietly. I hesitated before looking up at my teachers face; he had been silent for a while. He sighed and shook his head. "Jane, I don't know what to tell you. Just go home and talk to Alan and your mum about it, okay? I know they're not your parents but hey, they could help you." He said.

I nodded and stood up. "Yes, sir. Bye Mr. Harrison, see you tomorrow." I said before walking out of the room, staring at my brown Oxford shoes. I hurried to my locker and placed my notebook in it, exchanging it for my homework folder and a few books I read for leisure.

"Hey, Plain Jane." A masculine voice said. I jumped and gasped as someone slammed my locker shut.

It was a boy of around 6 foot with bleached blonde hair with icy blue highlights that was styled to look kind of pointy in the front. He was wearing a band t-shirt with a black leather jacket over it and black skinny jeans with a multitude of chain belts. His ears were adorned with small gauges, rings, and an industrial bar in his left ear. He had two thin silver rings on his bottom lip that gleamed in the fluorescent lighting and a ring on his eyebrow, which was lifted in amusement, his lips curved into an amused smirk.

The boy leaned against my locker, staring at me. I let out a sigh of relief and leaned against my locker. "Avery! You scared me!" I said, my face turning pink in embarrassment and anger. He laughed at me and pushed himself away from my locker as he followed me down the crowded hallway that led to the front doors of the school.

"Sorry, Jane. You just make it too easy." He snickered. I rolled my eyes. "Yes yes, I know." I said. He grinned and laughed at me. I smiled at this. No matter what, the laughter of my best friend could always make me smile. Suddenly, Avery put his arm around my waist and pulled me close to his side. He leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Just play along."

I nodded and did as instructed. We walked down the front steps and all the way to my house like that. I unlocked the front door with my key and stared at Avery curiously as we walked into my house and he shut the door behind us.

"What was that all about?" I asked him. He frowned. "It was just Justin and his bunch of dim wits." He muttered. I stared at him confused. "Huh? Avery, what are you talking about?" He stared at me for a few moments before speaking. "Jane, don't tell me that you haven't noticed." He said bluntly. I bit my lip and shook my head timidly. "Noticed what?" I asked. He sighed.

"Jane, Justin has taken a liking to you, so you need to watch out. He's bad news kid." He said as he walked into my kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out a pitcher of sweet tea. I sighed and walked down the hallway of my one story house towards my bedroom.

"Hey, Jane! Want some tea?" Avery shouted. "Yes, please!" I replied, stepping into my room and going to my dresser to put my bag down. I looked up into the mirror and felt my eyes widen when I saw what was in the reflection. I turned around and screamed.