I sat down on the hard plastic jar, staring at Johnny while fighting back tears. He looked weaker than I'd ever seen him. There was a pained expression on his face. He knew he was going to die. I knew it (no he wasn't. I tried to convince myself, and failed). Much to my embarrassment, a few tears escaped, and I quickly brushed them off.

"Don't" he said weakly "I'm not worth it". The statement sent a wave of anger over me. Not at him, but at his selfish, abusive slobs that were (unfortunately for him) Johnny's parents.

"Yes you are worth it" I said sternly, trying to steady my shaky voice "I don't know how we'd get along without you"

"You'll find a way…" he murmured drowsily. The door creaked slightly as it was opened, and a tall, lean figure approached. She was maybe 5'5, thin, but not too thin, with dirty-blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She was clad all in black, wearing dark jeans, chucks, and a tank top, that was a shocking contrast to her bone-white skin. Her eyes were red. Bright, glowing, blood red with the darkest pupils I'd ever seen. They were piercing, almost hypnotic. When she opened her mouth to speak, I couldn't help but notice she had real nice teeth. Perfectly even and white. Although her pointy teeth (I think they call 'em incisors) were suspiciously sharp, like fangs.

"Hello" she said pleasantly. Her tone was menacing and seductive, whether she intended It to be or not.

"Hi" I said, a bit confused. I'd never met this girl. She was a real looker, though. "I don't think we've met"

"I just moved here" she informed me casually. "I heard about what you and your friend Johnny did. That was really something. Sacrificing his own life…"

"He's still got a fighting chance" I said defensively. It was true. He wasn't dead yet.

"He does. But if he lives, he'll be crippled. However if he becomes dead in the way that I am, he's guaranteed to live, with full mobility, and even pre-natural speed, strength, and senses."

Okay, I thought, this girl must be an escaped lunatic or something. When I said this, in a scared, unstable voice, she replied in her usual seductive, menacing tone

"Oh, am I?" then picked me up in her arms, effortlessly, and jumped through the window, landing with a light thud. She set me down, running off at an impossible speed, and sneaking up on me from behind. She finished off by jumping maybe ten feet into the air. When she landed, perfectly, I started hyperventilating. So, maybe she wasn't a lunatic, after all. I calmed down after smoking a cigarette, and pondered it. There was no way she-who ever she was- was human. If she was what she claimed to be, Johnny still had a fighting chance. And he'd have the strength to fight. His parents could never harm him again. After she glided through the window again, setting me in the hard plastic chair, she leaned in toward Johnny. She pressed her scarlet lips to his neck, and began draining his blood. She stopped, after she was satisfied, and he looked worse than before. But than she brought her own wrist up to her impressive fangs, making a small gash and putting it in front of his mouth. To my shock, he actually began drinking it. His lips were actually on her wrist, drinking the blood. No trace of weakness was left on his face. He smiled broadly, revealing that his canine teeth were now sharp, too, though not as sharp as the girl's. His skin was whiter than ever, but it radiated life.

"I'm so glad you're okay" I said, turning to the girl "you saved his life. I must know your name."

"Rosalind" she replied, watching Johnny carefully

"Thanks, Rosalind" I said, "I owe you one"

"If you need me again I live right down the street" she said simply. "Oh, and by the way, I'll need to teach Johnny here how to hunt. It shouldn't take too long"

Johnny flinched, and I knew he was remembering that Soc, doubled over in the moonlight. Rosalind must have noticed, because she quickly said "or, if you don't wanna hunt, I can get Tim Shepard to hook you up with donated blood. He'll do anything for a vamp."

Johnny and I exchanged a puzzled glance- Tim Shepard doing favors, even if it was for undead demons of the night. That was just messed up. I nearly gagged at the thought of what she might be doing in return. Sensing this, she laughed lightly and said

"Oh, no, it's not like that. He just really wants to be one of us, is all. I'm not sure if I should give a kid like that immortality. Then again, I'm not so great myself"

Rosalind left, leaving me and Johnny alone.

"Should we go tell he gang" he asked worriedly. He could keep quiet around the fuzz, but he hated keeping secrets from the other greasers.

"Okay" I agreed. And we snuck out the window, because as white as Johnny was they'd never let us check out. Once we arrived at my house, where the gang most likely was, I vaguely wondered how in the hell we'd get them to believe us.