The pungent scent of the greasy, fried foods of the boardwalk blended with the fragrance of the ocean causing my stomach to roll, making me feel a touch queasy. The estatic shrieks of children made my head throb sharply, seeming to stab at my brain with tiny little plastic forks. God did I hate having a sensitive sense of smell and hearing. At least I still have my sight left... Wait, nevermind... I looked around trying to find a trash can as a hooker, whose face was caked with makeup, came strutting by and winked at me, trying vainly to sway her hips seductively. Ugh.

"You okay Chance?" the impish girl beside me asked, concern coloring her voice. Laying a hand on my cheek, she brushed my bangs away and looked at my eyes, murmmering to herself. I rolled my eyes and moved away.

"I'm fine, Abbey."

"You don't look fine..."

"I'm fine," I snapped viciously, making her eyes water. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, feeling frustrated and really hungry.

"I'm sorry Abbs," I apologized softly, hugging her tightly, "I'm just really hungry and tired of running away."

She nodded before pulling away, wiping the moisture that was left over from her eyes with the sleeve of her dirty zebra striped hoodie. Continuing down the boardwalk leisurely, I looked around, trying to find a place to sleep. There were only four hours before dawn and I needed to find somewhere to sleep before I burnt to a crisp.

"Hey Chance?"

"Yeah sis?" I asked, still looking.

"Can we go on the rides sometime?"

"Not tonight."

"I know, but sometime before we leave."

I stopped and looked down at her questioningly, "What do you mean before we leave?"

"Well, we never stay in the same city for more then a month."

Sighing again I said, "I know, but what makes you think that we'll leave this time?"

"Why wouldn't we?"

"Maybe because we might like it here and actually find a good place to sleep."

"Ok."

I could tell that she didn't believe me, but didn't say anything. When she was like this you couldn't change her mind even if you gave her the moon, the stars and a million bucks.

"Look," I said, pointing to the motel across the street from us, hoping to distract her, "We can sleep there."

"You sure?" she questioned, giving it a skeptical look over, eyeing the peeling paint and the broken windows.

"It can't be that bad."

"Yeah, well, you aren't the one using it during the day," Abby grumbled, looking around, probably hoping to find somewhere else to sleep.

"I know, but it's just for one night Abby." Giving her a quick hug I continued, "After that we can find a permanent place."

Staring at it, her bright blue eyes argue with each other, trying to make a decision.

"Please?" I pleaded, attempting to mimick her puppy-dog-eyes look, "I don't feel like dying today."

She sighed, giving me a "stern" look, "Fine, we can spend the night there, but if we are robbed in the middle of the day I'm blaming you."

"Deal," I said, looking both ways. I took her wrist and started towards the motel, hoping to get settled before the sun rose.

"Chance!" I heard Abby whisper, "Look behind you and please tell me those guys aren't creepy!"

Peeking behind my shoulder, past her fluffy blonde locks, I spotted the boys she was talking about. They were leaning against the boardwalk rusty rails, watching us with cool eyes that looked over the boardwalk with cold indifference. There were four, three blondes and one who had the dark hair that usually appeared in those whose ancestors were Native American. They were pale. Not albino pale, but pale enough that people noticed. The platinum blonde (who had an ugly mullet on a side note), lifted his head up proudly and stared at me, noticing that I was looking at them, and curled one of his lips into a smirk as one of his goons (the one that looked like a major pot head) cackled happily, sending some of the local girls swooning. The cackler had wild blonde hair that probably went down to the middle of his back and wore a black, decorated black jacket that was left open to reveal a tight white Ozzy shirt that had definitely seen better days. The other blonde one had a curly mullet-ish hairdo and a vest that had multiple patterns and colors. The Native American looking one wore a simple black shirt that was open, exposing his bare, muscular chest to the world. That one actually seemed to be the normal one. Even for a vampire.

"Come on Abby," I said, watching them warily as I pulled Abby across the road. She didn't question me or yell at me but was right on my heels, probably wanting to get as far away as possible from the four. And, honestly, I didn't blame her.

When we strode into the lobby of the motel the woman at the desk jumped out of her seat, sending a Play Girl magazine flying across the room.

"H-how C-can I help y-you today, S-Sir?" she asked, picking up the magazine with a blush staining her cheeks.

"Can we get a room?" I asked kindly, still halfway watching the boys outside, who were starting to make their way across the street.

"For two?" she asked, turning to the key holder behind her.

"Yes," I answered, though I was tempted to say something sarcastic.

"All right," she said, handing me the keys, "Here you go, and how are you going to pay?"

"In cash," I said, digging into my pocket furiously. They were getting really close to the motel.

"It's fiftey dollars per night," she announced with a smack of her gum, her eyes glued to (hopefully) my pocket.

"Here, this is for two nights," I told her, placing a hundred dollar bill on the desk, ignoring her when her jaw dropped in shock, "Come on Rebecca."

"Ok Jason," she said sweetly, plastering a smile on her face and following me out of the lobby.

"Hey you!"

I glanced at the gang, who were giving us nasty smirks as they started walking towards us leisurely, as if we were old friends having a get together.

"Run Abby!" I muttered, grasping her wrist before shooting off down the rows of rooms.

"Hey!"

I didn't turn around but heard the thump of their boots hitting the ground as they chased us almost silently.

"1B," I counted mentally, "2B, 3B, 4B!"

At 4B I jammed the key inside and turned, pushing open the door before tossing Abby inside. Then I jumped inside and slammed the door in the platinum's slightly annoyed face.

Locking the door, I sank down to the floor as the boys tried hammering on the door.

"Abby," I called, "Come here Abbs."

She sprinted across the room to where I was sitting and got to her knees, giving me a confused look.

"Just sit right here," I said, patting the spot beside me, "I don't need them mind fucking you to the point that you open up the door for them."

Crawling over my legs, she sat down beside me, leaning against me.

"If the sun rises I need you to move me to the bathroom," I instructed quietly, hoping the boys outside wouldn't hear me over their "knocks", "Do you think you can do that?"

"Maybe," she answered, just as quiet as me, "I'll try."

"Thanks kid," I answered, yawning.

"No problem."