Author Note
Hiya! Okay, I've noticed that my writing has been a little, well... OFF PAR. I've tried to put it back on track in this chappie here. I've also managed to start a bad habit of not updating quickly. Well, I've started work experience and have developed more writer's block. I will try to update as much as possible. Again, SORRY!!
Also, thanks to HermioneandMarcus for your review. Like I said, I'll try really hard to update!
WARNING: This chappie contains a scene of almost rape. Just a wee warning there. I'll put a thing above it to warn you.
Chapter Start
What had begun as a small discussion in the Frog household had escalated into a massive argument.
'Sure, you'll train my best friend, but you won't train me?!'
'Hey, I didn't know he was your friend. Plus, he was born a hunter. He's got it in his blood.'
'And I don't?!'
'Well-'
'You're a vampire hunter, I'm your daughter. Shouldn't it run in the family?!'
'I'm trying to give you a life, Lexi. You don't know what it's like-'
'Oh, come on, we're hardly different to anyone else!'
'Lexi, being a hunter is a miserable life.' He shouted. 'People you care about get hurt. I want you to live a normal life' He gripped her shoulders. 'I'm trying to protect you.'
'Smother me, you mean. Wrap me up in bubble wrap? If you trained me, I would be a lot safer. I could protect myself.'
'The answer is no.' He yelled.
'So, you're still training Nathan?'
He let her go, not saying anything, ignoring the question. He didn't look at her. Frustrated, she sighed and grabbed her rucksack, pulling it onto her back before opening the door. She half-glared at her dad.
'Well, so much for blood being thicker than water.' She growled before slamming the door and running away.
...
The Gremlins theme echoed around the room. Lexi picked up her phone and read the message her dad had sent.
'Hey. Sorry about earlier. I'll come pick you up after your show's finished. See you soon.'
She shook her head. 'At least I wasn't the one who had to apologise.' She muttered.
...
It was strange walking on the sand after performing on the stage. The small but rowdy group they had been playing too about half an hour ago was now jumping around and screaming at another, much older band. The lead singer strutted along the stage, his rotund form wobbling as he brandished his saxophone.
'Uh... We were opening for them?' Danny said.
Before anyone could answer, a car horn beeped. Daria's dad, Zane, sat in his car, smiling and waving.
'That's us.' Bobby said.
She, Daria and Danny got into the car after making their goodbyes. Zane opened his window and leaned out.
'Lexi? Can you get your dad to call me? I think we've got a situation again.'
She nodded. With a thankful smile he closed the window and drove off.
Nathan wouldn't stop fidgeting as he sat on a nearby bench.
'You got a problem?' She asked.
He nodded. 'I kinda... Have to go.'
She rolled her eyes. 'Better go now. Dad would kill you if you had an accident while he was driving.'
'You go on ahead a little. I'll catch you up.' Nathan said.
Lexi nodded and walked off. The streets of Luna Bay were kind of creepy at this time of night. You could never tell if a shadow was just an alley cat or a murderer lurking in the gloom - the moon didn't help the situation. it made the already dark alleys seem more daunting than ever. She was going to kill Nathan if - when - he did catch up with her; they both knew it was a fact that girls should never wander around town alone - day or night.
She placed a hand to her jacket pocket. Her dad had given her one of his 'stubbies' - a small wooden stake used for hand to hand combat - a while ago for protection. He had told her it was just a precaution; she had a bad feeling she would need it.
Approaching an almost opague alley, she gulped. Should she really take a shortcut thorugh an alley like that? Shouldn't she use a better lit path?
She shook her head firmly. Now wasn't the time to be so childish. She could protect herself. It was only a short alleyway, for crying out loud! Yeah. She could do this no problem! After all, she was a Frog. She had to be brave; her courage was hereditary.
Confidence decided to leave her as she entered the alley. The dark intimidated her slightly. She gulped, trying her best to act tough.
A hand flew to her mouth, clamping her lips shut.
(Almost-rape scene starts here.)
She tried to stab her attacker with the stubby that she had ripped from her jacket, but he smashed her wrist against the wall constantly. Pain forced her to let it go. He laughed, forcing her to smell the cheap whiskey on his breath. A revolver appeared, connected to his arm, met her temple.
'Try and stop me.' He muttered. 'And I'll fucking kill you.'
'Why did I have to wear a skirt?' She thought.
He tugged at the material underneath, trying to do something she didn't want him to. He laughed hysterically as the material slid to her ankles. Tears welled up in her eyes as she prepared herself for it to happen.
(OK, kids, you can start reading again,)
Thankfully it never did. She hadn't heard her rescuers approaching. The first thing she saw of the two was a blond ramming into her attacker, sending the revolver hurtling away from her head. Then a darker haired man approached. She tried to back away.
'Hey, it's alright.' He said, his voice soothing. 'I won't hurt you.'
She was still reluctant to listen to the stranger. When he got close enough, he gently held her sore wrist, examining it carefully. She tried not to wince too much. He inhaled sharply.
'That's gonna sting for a while.' He said gently. 'You'd better get it checked out tomorrow.'
He let her hand go.
'By the way, he didn't actually manage to...?'
She shook her head vigourously.
'Good. You might want to pull those up.'
She blushed. He turned around, allowing her to maintain some dignity. Shortly after she had pulled the material up, the blond returned, wiping the corners of his mouth.
'Hey, are you alright?'
She nodded, clearing her throat.
'Thank you.' She managed to say, her voice shaking slightly. 'I don't know what would've happened if-'
The darker haired man hugged her gently, avoiding her hurt wrist.
'It's alright.' The blond said.
'Anything for Edgar's kid.'
She stared with wide eyes at the man, who was now letting her go.
'What did you say?'
'You are a Frog, right?' He asked. 'There's a little family resemblance there.'
'Wait, Alan, are you saying that she...?'
The one called Alan nodded, looking down at the girl. 'Can you do me a favour?'
She nodded again. 'Sure.'
'Tell your dad that Alan's looking for him.'
With that, he turned around and walked away. The blond smiled at her and followed him.
'Who were they?' She thought.
