Dasia did not know much about her mother's family history, in truth she did not know much about her mother, only that her grandmother often referred to her mother as a ''free spirit''. She would remember her mother visiting on occasion, mostly when she needed money and she always acted like she was afraid of something.

Growing up in a small town where it felt like everyone knew everyone else's business made her hate the small town she was forced to grow up in. She didn't really fit into a group in school, she was the farthest thing from popular, she had smarts but decided to keep that to herself since she didn't want another reason to be made fun of. So instead she kept to herself, she kept away from everyone.

After finally graduating, she had decided to move on with her life, she went to college and got her degree in history and was even planning to further her degree in a specific country but a letter showed up on her doorstep and that stopped everything.

In her small apartment, all alone, she looked down at the letter that had her name on it and could only wonder what that small town wanted with her now. She hadn't been there in over 10 maybe even 15 years but she knew that somehow she would be dragged back there. She called her grandmother once a week, just to make sure that she was doing well, or if she needed anything. A light bulb popped on above her head as she remembered she hadn't heard from her grandmother that week.

She then found some spark of courage and opened the letter. Dropping the envelope that the letter was enclosed in, she read the sad news. Her grandmother had passed away, she was cremated as per her request in her will. Still her grandmother had a house and many things in the small town that needed to be sorted through, that was where Dasia came into play. Everything was left to her.

She packed a small bag of all of her belongings and decided to go back and see if maybe she could see her grandmother's house to help with tuition money to further her education. Not like she would ever want to live there again.

Jasper had long been the town heartthrob, from as far back as he could remember but not for his looks, no it was for his family's money. He knew that the girls in school only liked him because of the fancy things his parents would give him as an excuse for their absence in his life. He hated it most of the time, but when he found out his family had betrothed him to another family in town on the eve of his 21st birthday, he was livid.

He had managed to hold off the wedding plans for 8 years, due to every excuse he could find but now, he knew he was running out of time. Meredith's family was fed up with his excuses and their patience had run out.

He knew that her family always got what they wanted, that's what terrified him about even the thought of joining her family. He knew what freedom he had would be taken away from him the moment he said "I do". That thought alone was what brought him to the bus stop he was now sitting at. He had managed to buy a ticket, to a place he hadn't even bothered to look at. He felt like there was something bad growing in the town, he couldn't explain how or why but he felt the need to run.

A bus pulled up and the doors opened up, he stood up as a sudden burst of wind came through the trees, an oddly familiar scent of vanilla hit his nose and he looked up to see a woman just exiting the bus, her long amber hair flowing in the wind. He was awestruck when he looked at her, he found her beautiful. Adjusting the sunglasses on her face, she didn't even look his way as she walked past him. All the while unaware his jealous fiancee was watching his every move from just a few feet away.

Hearing a jingle from behind him, the same way the woman had gone, Jasper turned around and saw the girl somehow dropped her bag and she was about to bend over and pick up the contents of it. Quickly coming to her side, he knelt down with her and began to help her.

"Sorry, I don't even know how I dropped it." the girl commented with a sigh.

Jasper just chuckled no worry to her as he looked at her wallet that had opened and when he saw the name, he had a sudden flashback to his school days. He remembers Dasia Williams alright, she was the girl everyone seemed to make fun of, just because she didn't talk to anyone in town. He had no idea how the woman before him could even be close to the same girl he used to know.

"Dasia?" Jasper questioned her.

"Yes? Sorry, do I know you?" she asked in reply and he wasn't sure if she was serious or not.

It kind of hurt that she may not remember him, afterall, everyone remembered him.

"I'm Jasper, Jasper Heathcliff." he laughed nervously.

"Right, of course, hard to forget someone who stuck gum in my hair." Dasia sighed as she grabbed her wallet from him and stuck it back in her bag. "Hopefully you've grown out of that stage now. As much as I would love to catch up, I really don't want to and I have things to do. Bye Jasper."

Without even giving him a chance to respond she walked off, leaving a stunned Jasper watching her walk away. He couldn't believe she was brave enough to say that to him, there was no way she would have said that to him in school, it made him look at her in a different light.

George was not raised in the town like Jasper, Meredith and Dasia were but his wife Julia had been and they moved back when they decided they wanted to start a family. He was no stranger to the town gossip that he heard so much about, including the gossip about him when his wife died. He knew somehow everyone in town thought he was involved in the accident but he had loved Julia with all of his heart and deep down he knew that she knew that. Meredith however, decided that he would be her last fling before marrying Jasper. He was doing his best to ignore her when he heard the bell to the cafe ring from atop the door. Then a red head he had never seen before walked inside, she went right to the counter and began to talk to Mr. Jacobson. His family had owned the shop since the place had been built.

They seemed to talk for a while as the woman sat on a stool and watched as he made her a coffee. Settling back into reading the paper at his table, the bell rang again and he looked up over his paper to see Meredith walking in giggling while still on her phone. The red head noticed too, she rolled her eyes and went back to her drink.

"My usual Mr. Jacobson!" Meredith called out over the conversation the red head and the shop owner were having.

"After all these years, you still haven't learned patience and manners, I would have thought daddy could have bought you lessons for those." the red head chuckled and shook her head.

"Well listen here new woman, you don't know a damn thing about this town, nor me. So I would keep my mouth shut." Meredith said, walking right up to the red head.

George didn't know the woman but felt a strange surge of protectiveness for the woman come over him. He was about to stand up with the woman turned to face Meredith and even stood up right before her. They were of equal height.

"Oh, I know more than my fair share, Meredith. Trust me I don't want to be in this town at all, only here to sell a few things and then leave this shit hole just as I have before." the woman grinned at Meredith.

"I've never seen you before." Meredith tried to study the woman before her.

"Here you go Dasia." Mr. Jacobson said, putting a brown paper bag on the counter.

"Dasia Williams, I heard that old witch grandmother of yours croaked, maybe they should have put a stake through her heart for good measure." Meredith tried to sound sassy but it didn't work on Dasia.

"That would only work on vampires, but of course you would know how to kill your own kind. Blood suckers have to stay young somehow don't they?" Dasia challenged Meredith.

Suddenly Meredith's phone went off, begrudgingly, she took the call and left the cafe. Laughing Dasia turned to Mr. Jacobson and took the bag in hand.

''If anyone is the witch, my bet is it's her." Dasia laughed.

"Wouldn't surprise me, you be safe out there. George lives in the cabin next to your grandma's. He can drive you out." Mr. Jacobson said, pointing to George.

Dasia took one look at George and there was no way she could deny the man was attractive. He was tall, had just above shoulder length dark brown wavy hair and looked like the gods of olympus had created him themselves. George went to stand before her and offered her his hand.

"I'm George, nice to meet you Dasia." he said as she took his hand and shook it.

However the electric shock that went through them surprised them both, it wasn't a bad feeling, just surprising. He felt a familiar kind of warmth coming from her, a familiar feeling he had felt with his wife when she was alive. Granted his last memory of her was from four years ago.

"You too, guess you got to see quite the show today." Dasia shrugged.

"I take it you aren't a fan of Meredith." George wondered.

"Meredith gave Dasia hell in school, she would drive her crazy due to anything from her hair color to her clothes. Well look at her now, beautiful and smart." Mr. Jacobson said as he grinned at Dasia.

"Thanks Mr. Jacobson." Dasia smiled.