Want to know about my life? Picture this. Normal girl, going to school, nice parents, good friends. The only real problems I have: typical, type-A cheerleader girl trying to make my life miserable, a little behind in classes (not that much!), and the hot guy I have a crush on doesn't even know I exist. Pretty normal problems, right? Okay, so you've got a visual in your mind. Now throw this in the mix. I'm a vampire. Oh yeah, it can definitly get worse. Remember said hot guy? Let's just say, biting him isn't a good idea. Especially when he turns out to be a NP. Which is a rare blood type that binds him forever to the first vampire who bites him. Which happens to be me! He's always following me, insisting he know best for me, and that I should bite him again! Crazy!!! And get this, I tell him to knock it off and leave me a alone, but he's always there doing things that make me so... ugh! Sometimes I can barley stand him, but other times he so... Um, never mind, you didn't read that. Yours For Eternity (Or Untill I Fall Into A Fire), Vallorie Nightingale <3 **Note**- This is a very old piece of work, one of the only long ones I put up here since I'm paranoid about theft (I'm not afraid to admit it). So please don't judge all my writing by just this story. Thanks! :)

Tyler is the son of an alpha. And not just any alpha. He is the son of Grey. One day he will be Grey. The only thing is that everybody is always expecting him to do something as big as his father did for the werewolf community. But seriously, what more is there to do? What can he do to make a diference like his dad did? And now with an even greater threat than the rogues, the wolves need someone they can trust, someone that they know can handle the situation. Like his dad. So why does he always feel like he had something more to offer?