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Chapter One- Helpful Hint

"Everyone stay down!" the man in the black mask yelled, raising his arm over his head and firing a bullet into the air.

The crowd was silenced once again, the room filled with no noise besides the sound of a child crying.

"Fill the bag!" another man wearing a red mask commanded, throwing a large, black duffel bag over the bank receptionist's desk to the terrified woman. She took it with shaky hands and began stuffing it with cash that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Hurry up!" The receptionist squealed when he shoved his gun against her temple, jerking her head to the side. A short, high-pitched sob escaped her throat and she sped up dramatically.

The man in the black mask paced the center of the bank, glaring through two eye holes at his victims who were all squatting on the floor, some holding onto each other.

"If anyone moves," He said in a low, guttural voice. "They're dead! Hear that-?"

"Do you have to yell so loudly? I mean, really. Some people are trying to sleep."

Everyone in the room turned to me in utter shock. I could have sworn that under the mask, the man's mouth literally dropped.

"That's better," I mumbled, shifting into a different position and resting my head back against the wall. I exhaled slowly, closing my eyes again.

"Are you trying to be smart with me?" He asked, his grip tightening on the gun.

"Not another one of these," I whispered to myself, sighing. I stood and one of the robbers standing on the other side of the room pointed his gun at me.

"Lower it," Another one said from beside him. "It's just a chick."

"'Just a chick'," I repeated, stepping over a few astounded victims and approaching the robbers slowly. I stopped midway and rested my hand on my hip, directing my glare at the man in the middle, who seemed to be the "leader". "You know… I don't particularly like being compared to feathered animals. They're so naive and gentle."

Great Leader gave out an amused chuckle.. "And you're implying that you are not?"

I gave a short, humorless laugh in response, not feeling the need to say anything else.

"You're crazy, you get that?" He asked, turning all his attention to me, his arms crossing over his chest. He looked completely relaxed and unconcerned. His first mistake.

"I get that a lot, actually," I said, copying his carefree tone. "You know… No one ever seems to know how to recognize real danger well enough to not make the mistake of pissing me off."

Leader just laughed again, as if he were completely oblivious to how venomous my tone had become. "There are twelve of us," He told me in what sounded like a reasonable tone. "Only one of you."

I nodded and pretended to be considering this. "Don't be too scared, I'll go easy on you."

He laughed again, and then flew twelve feet across the room when I cut the distance between us short and gave him a swift, hard kick to the chest.

He hit against the wall opposite me, making a loud "Oomph" sound when his oversized body made contact with the floor.

Everyone in the room turned their stare to me, then the man, then me again.

I looked at the moron who had called me a "chick", stepping under a bank light, exposing the purple color in my eyes. I heard several sharp intakes of breath.

"Well," I said, slipping back into my casual tone. "Who else hates life and wants it to abruptly end?"

Sexist Robber dropped his beloved gun to the ground and another goon backed away from me, tripping over the gun in the process. It was terribly amusing.

Suddenly, blinding lights shone through the bank's windows.

"Freeze!" A voice called as more than fifty officers poured into the building, guns in their hands. "This is the Police and you are under arrest!"

"They always come late," I mumbled to myself, backing out from under my spot light. I watched, amused as the men were handcuffed and shoved out of the bank, and even had the honor to see them lift Great Leader onto a stretcher and roll him away after his speechless gang.

After he was out of my sight, it hit me that I was still standing there, just waiting for someone to approach me and ask me what the hell I was.

I had to get out of there.

I turned and started slowly sneaking to an open window, my only escape option left.

"Wait, Miss!" I heard.

Fantastic.

I slowly turned back around, facing a young, lanky police officer with cropped blonde hair.

"I heard about what you did… That was quite a trick you pulled," He told me. "Dangerous, but helpful." Something gleamed in his eyes that instantly made me suspicious. He took a deep breath, as if he were about to admit something he would much rather keep to himself. "They would have gotten away if you hadn't stopped them. We've been after then for a long time."

"Uh-huh," I said, sighing. I really just wanted to leave.

He examined me, a questioning expression on his face. "How old are you?"

"Um…"

What date is it? I mentally asked myself, trying to see if the number could pass for my age.

The seventh. My coincidence answered.

Nope, I was pretty sure I couldn't pass for seven.

"Seventeen?" I finally answered.

He shook his head slowly; his eyes still scoping my face, making me feel like a science experiment. "You don't look seventeen… What school do you attend?"

I shifted uncomfortably. "Uh…"

All right, helpful hint time.

I call myself Anita, I don't remember my real age anymore. I don't go to school, don't have a job, don't have any money. Oh, and I'm not human, either.

As I had previously demonstrated with my epic kick, I have super strength. I also have some other fun quirks such as no heartbeat, minor hypnotism, a need for blood instead of oxygen, and a few other little things.

If you haven't already guessed, you're an idiot. If you guessed incorrectly, you're worse.

I'm a vampire.

"I'm homeschooled?" I volunteered.