You had been having a bad day. In fact, in the chronicle of misfortunes that was the life of Ronald Dean Stoppable, you'd probably list it as one of the worst in quite a while. Losing out on sleep because you had to go help Kim for a late night mission in Cairo was no big, really. If anything, you'd gotten used to it over the past few months. Who needs more than four hours to get stuff done, right? Getting stuff done didn't include last night's English Homework, it never really did. But then again, that stuff was always kind of stupid. Who cared what Bram Stoker thought, the dude had been dead for a hundred years! Of course things would get worse. They always did on Wednesdays, you know?

Rufus had a cold, so he couldn't come with you to school. You'd spent enough time setting up his bed and preparing the perfectly warmed naco cheese for his consumption later that you'd managed to get into school late. That translated into having to deal with Mr. Barkin yelling at you for the greater part of an hour. After arriving in English class late, and unable to hand in your homework due to having spent the most of last night fighting baddies, you found yourself locked up in detention for the second time this week. And who else would monitor the "troubled children" other than Mr. Barkin? The stare he always gave you was enough to make the small two hour spam seem like an eternity. The man had it out for you, that much was clear.

As detention ended, you'd managed to somehow position yourself in just in the right way to have been in range of Big Mike when he opened up his soda, which you're pretty sure got a good shaking when Mr. Barkin had been yelling at him earlier today for accidentally breaking a table he walked into. Normally, getting splashed by that wouldn't have been a big deal, but everything that you'd been going through today had just made you more than willing to be done with just about everything now. All you wanted to do was go home, switch shirts so you didn't feel gross and check up on Rufus. Maybe even get some nacos for the two of you while you were walking, so that you could enjoy them together while watching reruns of Fearless Ferret. It was around six now, and would be a badical end to what was otherwise a very bad day.

You were so entranced by the thoughts of cheesy goodness that you hadn't noticed you'd taken a left earlier than you should have, instead of going through the main road you'd found yourself in a dim alley. The moment you'd realized where you were, the voice in the back of your mind started to scream that this place was (literally) bad road, but you'd already gotten halfway through to the other end of the street. Swallowing your fear of being mugged or attacked here, you slowly started to advance towards the exit of the avenue nearby. Your eyes darted through the occasional pile of trash or discarded furniture to the side area, looking for the phantoms or monster to come out and get you in such a vulnerable state. A small part of your brain knew that you were over-reacting to this whole thing but you'd known to trust your gut in things like these. Focusing on the shine of a store's sign in the distance, you continued to close the gap between alley and road. You were almost there! You could get out and just go get so-

A splattering noise caught your ear right as you neared the road. Almost instinctively, you could feel your eyes rolling towards the sky. Of course your luck wouldn't hold out in this sort of situation. It never did. Taking a few breaths to steel yourself, you walked towards the source of the noise- a darkened brown fence, only illuminated by the light of a streetlamp. Creeping a little closer, you could only hope that someone had decided to paint their fence at night and promptly tripped over the can while doing so. It was better than every small alternative your mind was playing over and over as you stepped closer. A small squelch was the final indicator, pulling up your shoe to see a liquid almost black in the dim light of the alley.

You froze, waiting for anything, praying that whatever was there thought it was just an animal of something. Close by a small animal knocked over some loose garbage, breaking the silence and ending your own panicked immobility. Carefully placing you next foot, you creeped closer still to the source of the disturbances, against every instinct screaming at you. They all paled next to the one resolution reverberating through your head.

Someone was in trouble, and you needed to help them.

You looked over the fence, hoping to discover some small hole in the wooden pieces to figure out what was happening. Taking care to make as little noise as possible, and having entered full mission mode, you crept towards a small opening a few inches away from your right knee. Slowly squatting down, you allowed your eyes to reach the little gap in the fence's coverage.

The moment you had, you were glad you didn't scream. There was a body there, on the ground. You couldn't really notice anything more beyond the small trickle of blood that had been flowing down to the fence. No, your mind had been preoccupied with the second figure in the scene. It was standing right next to the first, wearing a black hoodie and jeans. You watched as it reached down, and bit into the neck of what you could only now call a victim.

As if something broke in your mind, the only thing you could think of doing was fleeing. Your feet pounded on the pavement, going faster and farther away from that sick and wrong image as you channeled every desperate escape attempt you had ever made into your sprint. Your ran for what seemed like hours, not even sure of where you were going in the city before you finally stopped.

Huffing and puffing, you found a nearby wall of whatever building you were next to and pulled out your trusty cell phone. You flipped it open and hastily pushed the three-digit combination to contact the police. It took a few moments before a voice came through on the other side.

"911, please state the nature of your emergency."

You gathered your breath for a second before saying the first thing that came to mind.

"I just saw a guy getting killed!"

There was a short pause, before whomever was on the line continued.

"Could you tell us the exact location of the crime scene, please?"

You tried to search your memory for any hint of where exactly it was, but the details outside of the horrific scene eluded you.

"It's near the Bueno Nacho close to the Middleton Mall, in a backyard near one of the alleys."

That was the best you could do.

"Thank you, a pair of officers will be sent to investigate the area. Did you see the perpetrator?"

"You mean the vampire?"

There was a silence on the other line for a few seconds.

"Could you repeat that, sir?"

"The suspect was a vampire. You know, prowler of the night, bloodsucker and biter of necks? I saw him drinking the victim's blood!"

The was a small pause at the other side of the line before the dispatcher came back on.

"This better not be some prank, understand? Murder is serious business, and if you're wasting our time you're putting others in danger for your joke. The officers are beginning their sweep now, to look for a dead body, while keeping on the lookout for a possibly deranged individual. Good night."

Then the line went dead, presumably as she hung up. You were glad that they didn't dismiss it out of hand, but this was a world with supervillains and death rays! Was it so hard to believe that vampires could also be a thing?

Of course, someone had to stop that. But you couldn't just do that, you weren't enough. You dialed the most commonly used number on your phone, and waited until the ringing noise was replaced with one you'd been hearing only hours earlier.

"Hey Ron, what's the sitch?"

"Nothing much KP, Rufus is still sick, Big Mike spilled some soda on me and I JUST SAW A VAMPIRE!"

Okay, so maybe yelling it at the top of your lungs wasn't the best way to open up the conversation.

"Could you maybe tone it down a little bit, Ron? I'm kind of eating dinner right now, and dad's giving me a really weird look from across the table."

"Sorry, Kim."

"Are you sure it was a Vampire you saw? I'm pretty sure those only exist in stories, and we have been forced to read Dracula for English class. Maybe you just saw something and it was on your mind? You do tend to exaggerate things..."

"Come on, Kim! When have I eve-"

"The Smarty Mart people being replaced by Lizard people last week."

"Hey, they didn't know about the newest deals of the season!" Really, was it so hard to keep track of how the price of peanut butter was in the packaged food section of the store?

"... Right. Look, I'm not saying you're making things up Ron. I'm just saying that maybe you should take a second to step back and think it over. Get some sleep and just come back to it later. Now, I've got to go-Mom's glaring at me now-see you tomorrow."

And then she hung up. But you couldn't stop, you knew what you saw. Something had killed that man, and might try harming even more people. You were going to stop it.

Someone had to, after all.

Of course, you still couldn't do this all by yourself. You weren't dumb enough to face a creature of the night by yourself; that would be suicide. You needed to get some assistance here if you wanted to live, and you wanted to be sure that they wouldn't just reject you out of hand. Even now, you had a few possible candidates:

Choose one:

[X] Mr. Barkin: Okay, no matter how much you think the substitute teacher hates your guts, he is a former military... something. Then again, you had no idea how he'd react to you telling him you saw a Vampire. He could believe you, or you could end up with another helping of detention for wasting his time. You weren't sure which was more likely.

A/N: This is something I was working on in another site that I thought would be fun to post here and get your reactions. I hope you all enjoy the story as it unfolds.