Don't you just hate it when people just can't seem to leave you alone? Or rather, when there are too many people around to properly go into a graveyard unnoticed and undisturbed throughout your time there?

Mathew had even gone to all the trouble of choosing the least popular graveyard to frequent too. And yet, he had still ended up tripping over somebody's leg not even ten minutes into his pleasant stroll through the graveyards. Was it a mourner perhaps who had fallen asleep? Then his slight, instinctual irritation vanished and was replaced by concern for this random stranger he'd likely hurt by tripping over, and then that feeling too vanished as he got a good look at the person he'd tripped over and what the person crouched over them had been doing to them. The person with bright white hair almost silvery in hue and with bright red eyes was drinking somebody's blood. The same somebody he'd tripped over.

Now he felt even worse for the poor person. Then he felt worse for his own situation.

'Shoot. I managed to run into a vampire. I really need to get better at choosing which graveyard to frequent. I have to be the most pathetic ghost in the world that I can't even stake out my own haunting place. Shoot-that vampire still has blood dripping down their chin, he's going to think that I can be his next target. In fact, he'll definitely want to eat me because I've seen what he's done. I should really start running, like, now."

The vampire caught up to him within a dozen steps though, that was to be expected. Mathew had never even had a chance to run away since the first moment he tripped over that last victim's leg.

'Well, even if this albino bites me, at least I won't die seeing as I'm technically already dead.'

The vampire's teeth dove into Mathew's neck and he winced.

'That hurt. Hopefully he'll notice that my blood isn't human soon, I'll get too dizzy to get home alright if he keeps drinking for much longer.'

Then the albino swore and drew back from his neck, wiping his mouth, and glaring at Mathew.

"Fuck. You're a fucking Transparent. What the hell do you think you're doing here?"

"Gathering energy from the graveyard." Mathew answered automatically in a blank tone. Then his eyes widened and he started to shake, he'd just talked back to a vampire. Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.

The albino laughed. "Of course you were. You're a fucking Transparent."

"My official title is just Transparent, thank you very much."

'Why oh why did he always have to get so sassy at times like this? The last Night Time magical being-a werewolf- hadn't been too impressed with him when he'd mouthed off to her the last time he was cornered like this. Why couldn't he learn from his past mistakes? Why did he have to do them again and again? Was he subconsciously thinking that it must have been a fluke the first time around? Humans are creatures of patterns. They are supposed to notice this stuff. Why couldn't he? Now this vampire was going to tear his head off-like the werewolf had-and it was going to hurt so so bad and it would take the entire night for his energy to gather back up enough that he could reconstruct it and-'

"I like your spunk kid. But you're obviously terrified right now, I can feel you trembling, don't think I haven't noticed that. So, I'll let you in on a little secret of mine, alright ghostie?"

The albino leaned down from his lofty position straddling Mathew and said next to his ear, "I'm not going to hurt you, you know. I like little ghosties like you. But, don't tell the other leeches, alright? If the Elder vamps knew about this I would get such an earful, okay?"

The albino hoisted himself up from the ground and groaned at the pain radiating from his back. "Uh," He said. "You know, if you hadn't ran, I wouldn't have chased you. I don't like to kill my supper or anything. I would have just put a spell on you to make you forget this happened, or something; but, oh well, what's done is done and what's been done is that I had to run for no reason and got my clothes dirty. I'll be looking out for you in the future, little ghostie, don't you forget that. And you know what? Don't forget my name either, it's Gilbert Beilschmidt and I am fucking awesome. Don't you dare forget that either, Transparent."

He started walking in the direction of the exit to the cemetery, then stopped and looked back at Mathew. He waved. "Bye bye, ghostie." He said, then left.

Mathew stayed there lying on the ground and trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

Maybe he would need a few hours to gather his spiritual energy enough to go home.

Alrighty, so first off, a little bit of information on what a Transparent is. A Transparent is basically a ghost that can take on human form enough that they can become solid. Transparents are essentially human as they were born human to a person with the Sight or who was a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter at some point in their ancestry. A Transparent is a human who has the same ability of a ghost, they can use telekinesis and go invisible and drift through solid objects, etc. They also cannot die because even though they are human, their spirit is not and their spirit is then able to heal their body from any damage done to it. They age like normal humans do though.

I'm pretty sure everyone knows what a vampire is, but Night Time magical beings are those creatures generally thought of as monsters. They do not include "good" magical beings like fairies or elves for instance. A Night Time creature would be more along the lines of zombies, monsters under the beds, and the boogieman.

Should this be rated T? I have no idea. They should have a more in-depth instruction manual for this. This many swear words means it is rated in this way...

And finally, a letter to APBio.

Dear APBio,

you've taken over my life.

Yours truly,

North