"Honestly, Cass, you'd think that after almost two centuries of this crap, you'd manage to feed without getting blood all over your face," Ariana scolded humorously. "Hey, Ariana, guess what," said Cass. "Shut up." Cass let the heavy body of the doe fall to the ground with a thud. He wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand and checked his clothes -- they were clean, but he could tell his face was a different story. His sister Ariana, of course, managed to remain in her pristine, glassy perfection, not a strand of the white-blonde hair she shared with Lancaster red at all. The twins had woken up at around six a.m. that morning, hungry, so they took off into the night and tracked down a herd of deer, which they quickly dispatched. Despite having been vampires for longer than any human could even survive, they had yet to remember to feed regularly, or they would nearly burst into flames at the slightest mention of the sun. Ariana rolled her eyes at her brother and took off into the woods. Cass sighed and followed. The vampire twins wove between the trees until they reached the cabin where they lived. They had bought it with their own money and it felt like nothing but home to the twins, the first home they had had in a long time. Until they had arrived in Lynbrook, Washington, Ariana and Lancaster Morgenstern had roamed the land, feeding equally from both humans and animals until they had realised that what they needed was a normal life. So they bought the cabin in the woods, where they lived, and attended Lynbrook Public High School along with five hundred normal teenagers. Well, except for the wolves. Cass dashed into the bathroom and washed his face and hands. He was happy to see his reflection returning in the mirror. Ariana tossed him his backpack, and the twins ran to the school ground with fifteen minutes until eight o'clock, when homeroom began. "Remember, you have detention today," said Ariana, as they walked onto the school football field. "Ugh," groaned Cass. "Why do I have to do this?" "You should have handed in your essay." "Shut up." Cass walked into detention. Detention at Lynbrook was simply a day of sitting in a classroom, being told to do work and then being left alone while the monitor went to the staff room. In fact, Mr Drysdale wasn't even there; it was only one girl, who smelled of dog. Werewolf. Cass sat in a seat a few rows beside her and stared ahead. He knew she knew what he was.