Werm

Okay. So maybe I'm not the most powerful vampire ever. So I'm a bit of a wuss. Okay a lot of a wuss, but you know where I'm going with this. I am a vampire, and I'm pretty sure all my abilities are top notch (or at the very least high average). So when that beauty walked into my nightclub, sat at the bar in front of me, and asked for a sherry with "color"(secret vamp speak for blood), my self esteem took a serious hit.

How could a girl that looked and smelled human to my super senses be a vamp?

Like I said, I'm not the brightest, but I'm not that dumb. I knew something new (and possibly even more dangerous than everything else that's been comming through) had just come to our haunted town of Savanna.

At the time, my big brother by blood, Jack McShane, was out for the third night in a row trying to find out how to get his ex-girlfriend and ex-best friend off of a magic island enchanted with faerie magic to appear only every 100 years, so for now I would have to deal on my own.

"New in town?" I asked. I figured it was as good a question as any.

She took a sip of sherry and looked at me with a very... creepy- for lack of a better word- look in her eye.

"Yes. Quite new. Is there a reason you ask?" She said, quietly enough that the humans around us wouldn't hear.

"Yea. There is actually. We don't many of our kind here. You'll-"

"Our kind?" she interrupted. "We, as you can tell, are not the same kind."

"Well, yea, but I figure we both drink blood so close enough."

"I guess you could put it that way," she said as she went back to drinking her drink.

"Well anyway, no tapping the vein here. If you need to hunt, take it out of town, or come here and I have a pretty thick blood supply." Jack was usually the one who gave this speech, and I found myself hoping he would be back soon.

"Of course. I wouldn't want to cause you any trouble. Just how many of your kind are here?" she asked me, as if she had just thought about it.

"There are..." Damn how many of us were there now? Me and Jack of course, that double agent guy, and I guess you could count Connie when she got back... "four. Four of us, but there are many that come and go and two of us are out of town for a bit."

"I see. And I suppose you count the half breed as one of you?" She asked. I froze. No one outside of Savanna was supposed to know that. Unless you count those who are in Hell, but you know what they say: Dead men tell no tales.

Luckily for me I didn't have to answer because just then my own personal miracle arrived. Jack McShane was a suave guy, for almost four hundred years old. With perfect wavy black hair and blue eyes that always (for some odd reason) made girls swoon, he was usually the head turner when he walked in. Today was one of those days.

He sat right next to the mystery girl.

"How's it going bro?" He asked. Then he made a gesture by tapping his head, which meant that he wanted me to open my mind to him.

Dude, did you seriously just give this girl blood? I could swear she's human.

She asked for it! I swear!

Are you sure?

He looked at her from the corner of his eye.

"If you have a question, ask it." She said.

Hahaha! Caught! I jeered.

Shut-up Werm.

"Yes, actually I do, but I can't ask here. Bro, mix me up a Bloody Mary wouldja?" I rolled my eyes, but mixed the drink for him.

We sat and made small talk for the majority of the night. The girl knew not to move.

Once I had kicked the last of the club-goers out, the girl Jack and I all piled into Jack's chevy and were on our way to the nest.

"Okay. Now that I'm not under threat of exposure, what the hell are you that you drink blood, but you aren't a vamp."

"What I said was that I am not the same as you, not that I wasn't a vampire. There are two types, the Lunar vampires and the solar vampires."

"what are all the differences?" jack asked. I knew to keep my mouth shut.

"Solar Vampires are those like yourselves. Lunars are more subtle and more powerful. we can walk in the sun. There are a lot of other things we can do, but I don't want to explain it all." She kept her gaze out the window.

"What's your name?" I asked. Just to be helpful, but of course Jack gave me the "are you fucking crazy?" look.

"My name is Andros." Odd name but I wasn't gonna say anything.

At this point we had reached the nest. There were three men standing in front of the door.