• The kid was back up, firing at me. I jumped, into the trees above, hiding…
    “Here doggy…” he said, looking into the black trees up above.
    It was like looking into a tar pit, except when lighting stuck, letting beams of light shooting through. “It’s not going to hurt little fella…just quick and painless…” he called.
    I remained hidden. Though I don’t know how long I could have hid.
    “I mean, I could skin you alive, like was planned, but I don’t know if I have the heart…I mean, all that blood…I don’t know if I’ll be able to take it. I might have to go kill some Mortal out of the excitement!” he called.
    I was getting twitchy. I didn’t like where this was going.
    I was leaning against the truck of the tree, peering through the branches at the boy. Heart racing. Fur all wet, a wet dog smell was in the air, but with a touch of something else that made it an almost cologne smell.
    “You know…I might just be tempted to suck dry that pretty little Mortal you where-”
    I pounced. Raged filled, the acting was for killing and killing only. I landed on the boy. I dug my eight inch claws into shoulders, popping them out of place. He screamed a animal like blood-curtailing scream. It was great to make a vampire scream…it was in our blood.
    “You…even think about touch her…” I whispered into his ear.
    My teeth were bared, my ears glued to the back of my head. I was fighting myself not to kill him.
    “Even if you bathed in Holy water, with garlic cloves float in the tub, on the hottest and brightest day of the year…the pain I would make you feel will decry that…” I said.
    He looked me in the eyes, smiling. “Bite me. Matter a fact…I’ll bit her…” he said.
    It mad no sense almost. No sense. But it got to me more than anything. I grabbed his head, making him scream in pain. I squeezed and squeezed, yelling increasing. Then, limp. He went limp.
    I gave him some major head trauma, close to crushing his head, but no. I deiced not kill him. He knows I could have though.
    His dark hair was now brown with mud. Face with a couple splotches here and there, making him look like a three day corpse.
    He’s probably a forty year old corpse. I stood up, looking around. The professor (the old guy who I kindly renamed) was gone, and the girl was still out, but was going to come to it soon.
    The boy on the other hand, wasn’t going to come too. At least for a couple days.
    I sighed. Well, let’s see who sent these guys after me. I walked over to the girl, limping. My body was pushing a five inch stick I stepped on out of me, and was almost done.
    I leaned down, picking her up, taking her back to my house. God, when she wakes up, she’s going to be a screaming, demanding mess. What fun…

    Chapter two.

    I woke up, dazed and confused. And my neck killing me. Where…was I? I woke up, chained to a radiator, wearing nothing but a (though comfy and soft) purple robe. Oh God…I can think of four different horror films that start out like this.
    There was a bag of blood sitting right next to me. Oh, very funny. I looked at my surrounds. To my right was a slot machine on a low sitting, but huge coffee table. In front of me was a ping-pong table, which behind that was a wall with an uncompleted project. Whose ever house this is they're pasting record covers to the wall.
    It was looking nice actually. Led Zeppelin, Commander Cody, Rolling Stones, Little Feet, Rush, Jimmy Hendrix, and Lynyrd Skynyrd were just a couple on the wall. All were lined up neatly, looking very professional.
    I looked to my left. A lot of junk on a table. And I mean a lot of junk. Old TVs, old radios that have been repaired or are going to be repaired. Top of the line tools were on the shelf above. Screw drivers, hammers, wrenches and a bunch of other stuff. It looked like who ever lived here lived alone.
    I heard a door open, and walked in was a tall, brown headed boy with green eyes. He was wearing jeans shorts, which looked like jeans and he just cut the legs off at the knees. And a red shirt with some logo on it. And a hat, that was tilled to the side which was the style now.
    He was alright looking I suppose, but I had a bone to pick with him.
    “You pervert!” I screamed.
    He’s eyes widen, but didn’t stop walked towards me. He walked and sat on the coffee table next to me, carving a stick with a knife.
    He didn’t say a word as he walked over. Didn’t even look at me. He just walked and sat there. Finally, he gave me a plate with a bagel and cream cheese on it.
    “You want it? I made it for you.
    I laughed, moving the robe to cover up more of me. “Vampires don’t eat Mortal food moron.” I said in a stupid, hill Billy tone to mock him.
    “Yes they do to blend in with the Mortals moron.” He said in the exact same tone.
    Oh, I see what he’s do…he thinks he’s smart, how cute. “Yeah, then we go and bark it up later, moron.”
    “So do the Mortal girls, moron.” He said.
    I opened my mouth to speak, but he got me. I can’t come back from that. He sighed. “Look, I got it for you if you wanted to get the metallic taste out of you mouth, I was thinking you could chew this and spit it out. Will it be pretty, no. But I’m not a torturer, I’m a host.” He said.
    I laughed. “No, you’re a perv!”
    He looked at me. “How ya figure?”
    I pointed to the purple robe. “The robe?”
    “Ya…what about it? Nice legs by the way.” He smiled.
    He said that to get to me…and it worked. I sled my legs closer to me, hiding them best I could.
    “That it’s the only thing on me? Does that help the hamster turn the wheel in your head? Did that clue help you solve the mystery? Did the-” I could have gone on all day.
    But he was getting agitated by it. “No, I get it. My Imp Trixi changed you out of your wet cloths and into the only think I had that would have fit you that I could burn after words.” He said.
    His green eyes seamed to judge me judging him. But also, seamed to be forgiving. They didn’t look like eyes of hatred, like most werewolves eyes look like when they look at me. And they didn’t look like they liked me or anything, so I could flirt my way out of this…like I do for movie tickets and stuff…
    But his eyes were just neutral. Plain.
    “Oh, thanks.” I said.
    “I could have burned them with you in them if you would have preferred that…look. I don’t like you, and you hate me. Tell me who sent you to kill me, and I’ll let you go, no questions asked.” He demanded.
    All of sudden, a yellow woman with pointed eyes and wings walked out of the same door way the guy came out of. She was wearing a towel, dripping wet.
    “Aaaace. I can’t find any soap…” she pouted.
    He rolled his eyes and sighed. I laughed.
    “Whose that?! Your girl friend?”
    She smiled and devilish smile at guy… and an evil one with the stir too, at me. Ace shook his head.
    “No, my Imp, Trixi. Trixi, meet…” he motioned towards me with the stick he was carving.
    “Lexi.” I said smiling.