Vendetta sat up in her room at the house she shared with her father, Dusk. The early morning sun streamed through her window and she could hear her father moving around downstairs; his skin just grown back. The female vampire brushed some of her long, black hair out of her face and turned back to the documents and papers that surrounded her on her bed.

Since finishing up her little 'project' with her old friend Ophelia, the daughter of another vampire named Moloch whom she despised, Vendetta could finally turn her attention to her other project she had. She glanced at her clock, checking the time and was once again surprised to see that her Texan companion, Raymond-Leroy Sanguine the son of Billy-Ray Sanguine had not shown up yet like he always did. Just like he hadn't for the past week and a half.

It was weird. Normally he would show up around the early morning when he was sure the threat of a hungry vampire pulling him through the metal bars of the cage they kept in the living room and being eaten. But lately Vendetta hadn't heard a word from him, which was very, very strange.

And, as much as she missed her punching bag, she had to admit it was nice. She and Dusk hadn't needed to replace any surfaces in weeks. The floors and ceiling and walls were crack free, no chips or dents or any of the usual traces they could find all over when he visited. No more hundreds of dollars repair bills and now Vendetta could spend that money on much better things. Like new weapons. She loved new things to hurt people with; each one useful in their own way. Her father preferred to go weaponless when fighting, but she liked them.

Movement coming up the stairs caught her attention and she shoved her papers under her pillow as fast as she could, her father appearing in the doorway just as she took out a weapon magazine and put on the façade of annoyance and nonchalance.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Vendetta snarled, anger flaring in her blue eyes.

Dusk ignored her, used to the violent behavior, and spoke. "I was just wondering if you had heard from Ray-Roy."

"Why?"

"I am finding it odd and unsettling, though a very nice change, that he isn't around. I'm hoping he isn't in trouble."

"Why? Is he actually starting to grow on you?"

"No. But I know that if he is in trouble, either himself or Sanguine are going to come running to us for help."

"Right." Vendetta thought for a moment. "The last I heard of him was about two weeks ago. Ever since he hasn't contacted me or come by. At first, I figured he had gotten hit by a train or something but I don't think so since Sanguine would have most likely called us."

Dusk nodded in agreement. "True. Anyway, I'm heading out."

"Okay. Whatever."

Vendetta waited until her father was out of the house then pulled back out her project. She looked over the information, anger once again building. She was hunting someone. Someone who had done something to her. They had killed her best friend. Her only friend in the whole world. And they had gotten away with it.

Vendetta clenched her fists, fighting the urge to break something. She had broken a promise, an action that was unforgivable in her eyes and the only way to make things right was to kill the person responsible for it happening. Just as she was getting back into her private investigation, a familiar rumbling reached her ears and Raymond-Leroy Sanguine erupted out of the floor in front of her, his suit covered in his own blood.

"Vendetta," he said, his voice empty of that normal cheerfulness. "I'm in trouble. Big trouble."

Yes, the first chapter is published! Hope you all enjoy this story and review! XD