Note to readers: In answer to some questions; yes, there will be romance. Also, note for future refrence, I'm making this a kind of supernatural, vampire-mermaid-faries-magic type of story. You are warned, so I hope I'm not leading anyone on. You are free to give me any type of changes I have to make. And I apologize in advance for this chapter; I don't have Microsoft Word at the moment, and am going off my own knowledge of spellings and grammar. I'll have an edited version of it soon, but for now this will have to do. Thanks to the five people that reviewed (not being sarcastic). And to Felicia: good guess but no.

The reason time went by so fast is because she's sort of an airhead. Yeah, she seems kind of off in the first chapter, and she doesnt have strong emotions toward her fathers death, but that will be rectified in this chapter. She's really trustworthy, and not the brightest crayon in the box.

And she's very pretty, and there will be a reason as to why she has never had a boyfriend before. Just hang in there guys, everything will be great later, I swear. (Also, I apologize for this long authors note. I hate it when authors have like five pages of writing themselves, to make it seem like the chapter is longer. Pfft, they can't fool me.)

Okay so, sleeping? Yeah, that lasted for about five seconds. I had rested my head against the window, looking out as the familiar streets passed by. It was when he got on the freeway did I begin to panic.

So, let's see. Let's process the information.

I am in a car with a man I've never met before, but recognize. I remember him, like from a dream or a passed life... Haha. I'm funny. Anyway...

I'm in a car with a stranger. Who has said my father is dead.

I shut my eyes tightly. It suddenly felt as if I'd been stabbed in the gut, and I tried to breathe. Tears rolled down my face, and I started sobbing.

You know what kind of sobbing I'm talking about, right? The kind where you have to choke up air, just so you don't die, and you bury your face into your hands, and you want to roll up in a ball and hide under a rock for the rest of your life.

Yeah, that kind.

The man next to me began to look alarmed, but I didn't care. Sobs shook my body, and I began to cry harder.

I've never been much of a cryer. The last time I cried was when my mother died, a long time ago. I didn't cry during movies, when my dog died, during books, etc. It's not like I've never been sad, but once you get me going, it's really hard to stop.

So the guy next to me (what was his name? Oh, that's right, he didn't tell me) kept sending me worried glances, before he sighed.

"I knew you reacted too easily to the news of his death. Don't worry Lana," He reached over and grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze, "everything will be alright. I promise." This made me cry harder, and he withdrew his hand instantly. "You aren't alone, Lana. You never were."

This struck a cord somewhere in me, possibly my heart. I had always felt alone, no matter where I was. I had friends, like Tiffany, and that one girl from my French class, but had always felt distanced. Therapists had always said it was because I blamed my mother for abandoning me at such a young age; but I thought differently. I just always felt like part of me was missing; like the other half of my soul was lost, and no matter where I looked for it, I couldn't find it. This eased my crying a bit, maybe I believed him. Maybe I wouldn't be alone anymore; wherever he was taking me.

He visibly relaxed at seeing my tears slow, and he turned on my radio, where the CD I was listening to this morning returned to playing.

It was one of the ballroom songs I had been practicing, trying to get the steps down in my head. When his face suddenly jerked toward the music, I knew something was up.

"What is it?" I asked, sniffling. I pulled down the mirror to look at myself, somewhat selfishly pleased that my face hadn't gotten too red by my crying.

"How...How do you know this song? Why are you listening to it?" He wouldn't even glance over at me, resolutely staring at the road.

"I take ballroom dance classes, why?" The guy just shook his head, and muttered something to himself.

There was a ten minutes of silence that actually passed by quickly, and we passed many of the exits as we escaped my city, moving on to the outskirts of town.

"What's your name?" I asked, while I turned the CD off and the radio on. A song was on that I didn't know, but I left it there anyway.

"My name?" He looked genuinely suprised that I would ask. "I would've thought you'd know. Don't you remember me?" I shook my head. "I guess you wouldn't. My name is Ethan. I'm an old friend of your parents. I used to take care of you when you were a baby." I was shocked.

"You knew my parents?" The man, Ethan, smiled sadly.

"We were very good friends. Your mother was like a sister to me, and when she married your father, everyone was thrilled. We all loved Jack." Jack is...was, I should say, my father's name.

"Who's everyone?" I felt like a little kid again, asking so many questions. But there were so many things I needed to know. And no one but this man knew the answers.

"You'll find out when we get there." Was his only response. I nodded acceptingly.

"How did he die?" I asked him quietly.

There was a long pause before,

"He was murdered."

I stifled a gasp. "How? Who killed him?"

Ethan shifted uncomfortably, "Everything will be explained when we get there."

"Where are we going?" He sighed.

"Out of town. It's about an hour away."

"Okay, but where?" I insisted.

"To headquarters. You're going to meet..." He paused as if trying to find the right word, "everyone."

I accepted the stupid vague answer. I'd have to wait an hour, but then I'd know everything.

Hopefully.

(MOO)

An hour passed by quickly, and we were in places I ceased to recognize. We were probably in Oregon by now, considering we kept taking North roads, and my town, Alturas, was near the Oregon border. The outside had become thick with trees and forests, and I smiled. I always felt at peace with nature.

He stopped once, at a gas station, and escorted me to the bathroom (Tiffany always teased me that I had a small bladder) and bought some candy bars (which I politely refused. Did he think I weighed one-fifteen because of my bone structure? Not uh.)

It took about ten minutes later for him to pull down a dirt road, and then I knew we were in Oregon. There was a small sign that said, "Now entering Oregon", or something to that effect, that he drove by.

I must say, Ethan is a liar, because it took another hour for us to get to where we wanted to go.

When he started to get in to residential streets, I asked him if we were close.

"Sort of."

Why is he so vague?

I stopped asking questions.

About twenty minutes later, we weren't in any town, and were driving down a dirt road (path?) that presumably led into the forest. I could handle that, fine.

And why am I being so calm about this? Where did my cell phone go?

Duh. And why am I only thinking of this now?

I searched my pockets.

Damn. Not there. Did he take that when he took my keys?

I glared at him. Sneeky bastard.

When we entered the forest, which was admittedly pretty awesome, he took an immediate right, then drove another fifteen minutes before pulling up at a massively tall building.

It reminded me sort of like a mansion that you would see in a movie. Very tall, castle-like appearance, that looked dark and broody, which matched quite well with the dark green of the trees. I nodded in approval.

It was when I was getting out of the car, stretching my long legs, did I remember I was wearing sexy underwear.

Damnit. I knew today was not a good day to wear sexy underwear.

So I hope the whole vague-ness of Ethan's answers implies something strange is up. And Alturas is an actual city in California, near the Oregon border, but there is no such highschool as Lexington High. Do not look it up, you will not find it. I mean, I'm sure there's a Lexington High somehwere, but not in Alturas, California. Hah.

1)Lana does not resemble the Lana from Smallville. She is blonde, around five-five or so, with green eyes.

2)Ballroom Dance lessons do play a role later on, it is not some random thing I threw in there to throw you off.

3) What the hell is going on? Lana has no idea. She just has better control of freaking out then most people do. Everything will probably be explained later.

4) Yes, there will be romance.

5) I apologize again for any mistakes. I'll have a revised version up later. Don't even bother correcting me, because I'll have it corrected soon.

6) You'll find out who killed her father in either the next chapter or the one after.

Thanks.