Chapter 1:

Touch the Slurpee and You Die

Toph's POV

If you've ever gotten attacked by a were-thing on your way home from Burger King, let me tell you: not the most pleasant thing to experience which watching your ice cold purple-slurpee get knocked clean out of your hands. Or, in fact, anytime at all.

I tried not to cringe as the monster exhaled its rotten-meat breath right into my face, at this point only a few yards away. So, here I was, in New York City, weaponless, being attacked by a ten-foot tall monster that I probably shouldn't touch with a twenty-foot pole.

Did I mention that I was clean out of poles?

Nice job, Toph. Very nice job.

I mean, sure, I could handle betrothed mermaids, hunters with a superiority complex, and that super-smexidelic demon who was totally hitting on me at Dairy Queen last month. But seriously, were-things? Since when did my magical blood become a radar for all the fairy-tale freaks in the region?

I could understand it if one of my parents was a mermaid, or something like that. But no.

My great-great-great-great-grandmother just had to fall in love with that retard centaur, and look where it got me.

Attacked in the street by a giant, hairy monster with an audience of hundreds. Most of which were currently running around like decapitated chickens, yelling for the Army and screaming about the apocalypse and how the fires of hell would come to seize them all.

Gee, Grandma. Thanks a lot.

Ducking as the were-thing made a wild grab for me, spotted a street performer, stilts awkwardly propped across his shoulders, and when of the brave New Yorkers that remained to watch the show. Or maybe he was just paralyzed from fright and my awesome badassness, I dunno. Wasting no time in snatching the stilts right from his grasp, the bemused man snapped out of his stupor and protested, "Hey! Those cost a hundred bucks a piece!"

"Oh, really?" I placed my hands on my hips, and gave him my best glare. "Then do you wanna fight him?"

With one glance from the were-thing, and back at me, he shook his head quickly. I smirked. "I didn't think so. Hey, buddy, I have an idea: why don't you back off and leave this to the professionals, okay?"

In reality, I was making myself seem much more impressive than I really was.

Professional? Ha. I could barely keep my job at the fast food joint down the street, for eight bucks on hour! But you have to admit, I was pretty badass. And when you're already fairly badass, it's not very hard to convince people that you're actually very badass, and getting paid for it to boot.

Swinging the stilt across wildly, I managed to tap the monster on the shoulder…and unfortunately divert its attention from the mouth-watering scent of the burger-stand across the street.

I groaned. A hungry monster? Why couldn't I have realized that straightaway? It was too late, now. Apparently, I had been decided a much worthier prize than a handful of over-priced burgers.

With an ear splitting roar, the monster towered above me.

"Hey," I said, unable to keep the quake out of my voice, "Don't you wanna—you know—check out the Burger King down the street?"

He didn't, and before I knew it I was being chased around the street by one super-determined monster.

A huge lamp post was ripped out of the ground and thrown my way, to the dismay of the resident street-maintenance overseer. But as I dodged the post, I noticed two dark shapes diving down from above, soon joined by a third. Dark wings trailed out behind them as they settled on the edge of an oblivious crowd. Then, they folded their wings and sat back to watch the show.

As for me, I didn't know if they were here to help or hinder. Probably just a few angels, popping into to visit the poor, little girl before she made her trip up to heaven.

Oops, did I say poor little girl?

I mean kickass awesome heroine with wicked hair and a wickeder sense of style.

Yet another roar brought me back to my senses. Twirling my stilt above my head, I ran for the monster, screaming at the top of my lungs.

"I hope you like gifts hand-delivered, big guy," I smirked, lifting up the wooden pole like an axe and cracking down directly on his hairy cranium. Howling, the monster clutched his head in pain.

Oh yeah! I ruled.

But this were-thing was seriously pissed. Glaring up at my through narrowed eyes, he let out a low rumble, and charged.

Oops.

Leaping out of the way, I rolled across the ground as the monster stretched out for me with big, hairy hands. My stilt felt much, much heavier then it had two minutes ago, and I was loosing steam. Big time.

And that's where my new, winged friends came in.

Stepping in from the sidelines, they watched impassively as I fled the unwanted event that was my imminent demise. Without an inkling of what the hell I was doing, I skidded to a halt in front of them, and panted.

After a moment, the boy spoke up, a huge boomerang stored right across his back.

"You're not gonna win," he pointed out blankly.

"Yeah, I figured," I gasped, doubling over to catch my breath. "Could I have some help, please?"

Arrowhead grinned back at me, and Boomerang Boy looked relieved to finally by joining in the fight. "No problemo."

I shot him a pained smile. "Good to know."

"After you," Arrowhead bowed, smiling, and revealing two huge, pointy-looking fangs.

Simaltaneously, Boomerang Boy reached for the weapon strung across his back, and, with a sigh, allowed two huge, billowy black wings to drift out behind him. "Man, that was cramped," he murmured.

"Sokka," Hair-Loopy pointed out dryly, "we went flying just two minutes ago."

"Two minutes too long," he answered, bracing himself for the attack as the monster, dumbfounded at my sudden disappearence, finally caught on that the three new arrivals were actually on my side.

I was certain, by now: they were vampires, every one of them, and they'd come to rescue me.

Okay, I was either really, really special, or really, really pathetic.

Probably the latter.

"Charge!" I yelled, lodging my stilt at the still-furious monster like a huge, wooden spear.

In the blink of an eye, my makeshift weapon was caught in midair, torn it in two, and thrown right back at me—a half of it, at least. I cringed, and waited for the pain of impact.

It never came. Tentatively peeking one eye open, I saw Boomerang Boy standing in front of my, the splintery piece of wood held high above his head. "You're welcome," he said sarcastically. "Because I totally go around catching huge, ripped up stilts all day for overconfident teenagers."

His words stung, but for some reason I didn't think he'd meant them in that hurtful of a way. "I don't think this is the time for thank yous," I hissed back at him, and leapt right back into battle with the other two beside me.

Hairy-Loopy and Arrowhead went straight for the monster, kicking and punching, dodging and evading. I raced in behind them and hovered a few yards away, ready for action.

Arrowhead gave him a few expertly placed kicks as Hair-Loopy landed some rock-hard punches and all the right places, and then—

The monster had e-freaking-nough.

I didn't blame them for what happened next—it was instinct. As my giant, furry attacker gave a frustrated shriek and hurled the remaining half-stilt across the street, the two vampires jumped out of the way without a second to spare.

And I, meanwhile, found a ten-foot wooden stilt stuck right through my stomach. With anguished glances towards me, Hairy Loopy and Arrowhead returned to fighting. "Sokka!" Arrowhead yelled desperately, hovering over as Hairy-Loopy and Were-Thing faced off, "Make sure she's okay! And if she isn't..." he hesitated a fraction of a second, before diving down towards the fighting grounds and screaming as he went, "Ask her!"

Which kind of left the original Boomerang Boy—now twice confirmed to be called 'Sokka' by his fellow vampires—to inform me oh-so-wisely, "Y'know, you're probably gonna die."

"No," I snapped, irritable because, hell, I was gonna die, now that he mentioned it, "I'll just get right up and head over to Dairy Queen, because my shift starts in three minutes. Yes genius, I'm gonna die."

He looked rather affronted, but bent down beside my all the same and informed me, "There's another choice. You could, you know, decide to become…" he trailed off.

"A vampire?" I finished for him.

Sokka nodded. "It's only one little bite—that's all, and then about a week for the full transformation to take place. And if you do decide to carry on with your life as one of us, then I can guaranteethat you will get a pair of badass-awesome wings to go with it," he added, and practically sealed the deal.

"So, how'd I like to be on the cover of the next edition of My Life as a Teenage Vampire?" I asked, and did the math in my head. "Whatever. It's better than dying, I guess."

He nodded in agreement, and hesitated. Arrowhead was still kicking the were-thing's ass, and hair-loopy girl was hanging around for backup. It seemed that Boomerang Boy was my one chance for vampirism, and it also seemed that he was having second thoughts about acquainting his teeth with my neck.

And here I thought vampires were all bloodthirsty monsters that actually enjoyed doing this kind of stuff. Go figure.

Boomerang Boy bent down and lingered over my neck for a long moment. "This might hurt a little," he said. "Wait—I hate it when they say that. So this might hurt a lot."

"Good to know," I answered weakly, but pissed as ever. As his teeth sank into the fragile skin of my neck, the world began to spin faster than it had before, and for the first time I questioned my decision.

Maybe I should just let him take a few quarts of blood, and leave it at that.

In fact, the best choice would probably have been to offer up my body fluids while I could.

Gulping, I fought to keep my eyes open, and waited for the blackness to come and take my away.

When it did, I knew the truth.

There was no turning back now.

Vampire Ville, here I come.

A/N:I wrote this chapter twice D: Once from Sokka's POV, but before the fight, and that was kinda boring, so...This isn't my best (duh) but I hope it's an okay start to what'll turn out to be a fairly popular fic. How would you guys feel about a Toph/Sokka POV switch between chapters? It would give me more to work with, that's for sure.

Not sure if I'm gonna continue this, so what do you guys think of it? The choice is in your hands :)