An hour goes by then two, then three, then four, and soon it's time to get ready to patrol the area. Moving quickly, I pack three sharpened stakes, five bottles of holy water, and three crosses. I change into a pair of skin tight black pants, this is for safty purposes, and a black shirt along with a black coat. I also strap up a pair of shining black boots and stand up. Satisfied with my appearence, I put on some dark eyeliner and eyeshadow.

Alexa walks out of the bathroom looking the same as I do. "Ready, Amy?" she asks.

"Yep. Let's go sunshine sister." I say with a laugh. I nicknamed her that a long time ago for a reason that I can't remember. Alexa just smiles and takes my arm.

"Come on let's go meet up with your boyfriend." she says. I roll my eyes and follow her out to the graveyard about ten minutes away from her house. I look down at my watch. Nine o'clock. Alexa leans on a grave stone and I do the same.

"Hey Lethals." I smile as I hear my other friend Peter's voice come into my ears. Grinning I hand him a stake.

"Hello Peter." I say with a smile.

"I love the way you say my name with that British accent." he says with a roll of his tounge after. I roll my eyes with a smile. I came from England origionally. My parents then moved to the United States with me two years before they died. I was ten. Now I am sixteen and still have never gotten rid of the accent.

"I know you do." I reply. He and I have always been best friends. He and I met when I first came here. I must like him because he's the closest thing I have to normal in my miserable life. "Now let's kill some vampires hmm?"

"Mind if I join the party?" I startle when I hear Ryan's soft and smoothe voice come up behind me.

"No here. You and Peter go over to the gazeebo. Lexi and I will search for vampires around the main cemetary area." I say shuffling through my bag, grabbing the stakes. "You know what to do." The two of them walk away, arguing as usual. I sigh and turn to Alexa.

"Do you love him?" she asks.

"I don't know. Love is a...a really strong word. It's a word that you have to be careful when you use it. I certainly have strong feelings for him but I'm not sure whether they're positive or negative yet." I admit quietly.

"Well you tell me when you figure it out." I turn to Ryan's hurt and sad expression spilled across his face.

"Ryan I'm just not..if you can't trust me with a secret then I don't know." I murmur.

"It's not that I don't trust you, Amelia it's just that I can't tell you."

"You can't or you won't?" I practically yell. That's when I notice red eyes staring at me from behind a stone. Suddenly, it launches out and I duck but stab it in the chest, turning it to ashes. "Well?" I ask as if nothing happened. This is normal for me anyway.

"Can't. Won't. I don't know! I guess both!" he is becoming angry which somewhat satisfies me.

"You can't have both it has to be one or the other." I say.

"Fine then, Amelia! If you want to know so badly then I'll tell you! I'm a vampire! I drink blood, I feed on lives, I kill for hunger. I am a vampire! I've been alive for several centuries, I'm cold because of the lack of insulation and I've never loved anyone before as much as I have you! Are you happy now?" I notice his eyes become somewhat wet. I kind of feel guilty and surprisingly no urge to kill him.

"What?" Is all I can say. I feel Alex softly tap my shoulder and point at Peter and then towards the gazeebo signaling that she'd take Ryan's place. I nod and turn to him as they walk off. "So how long were you planning on keeping that from me?" I ask in a really rude tone.

"I don't know! Amelia I'm really sorry but I...if you knew how hard it was for me to not tell you then you'd feel sorry for me!" I kind of do now but at the same time don't care.

"I probably would Ryan but...I mean you can't just keep that kind of stuff locked up." My tone is a bit softer now.

"I am really sorry." he murmurs. I must be crazy when I race into his arms and throw my arms around his neck. I feel tears coming down my cheeks but am not exactly sure why exactly.

"I know you are. Please just...never hide things from me again." He could kill me at the moment. He could suck me dry and never leave any evidence but surprisingly the thought has no effect on me. His face digs into my hair and I feel warmth as his steady breathing reaches my neck. We speak nothing but everything at the same time. I can't help but notice how amazingly toned his abs are as my arms make their way to them.

"So...do you have an answer?" he asks in a tone that I've never heard him use. His voice as smoothe as silk, but as ridged as a mountain all at once.

"My answer...my answer is it's certainly a possibility that I love you." I murmur. "I have a kind of stupid and pathetic question to ask."

He laughs a little. "What's that?"

"Did you ever meet...William Shakespeare?"

"Ah yes. I inspired the book Romeo and Juliet." he purrs. Oh that voice practically makes me melt into a pool of desire.

"Really?"

"Well...kind of. It's complicated but yes I did meet him." he says sweetly.

"Was he...what was he like?" I ask amazed.

"Oh he was okay." he murmurs. "So, there's a lot I don't know about you. How about we go back to you?"

"Well let's see. I'm sixteen, was orrigionally born in England, my parents died when they found out that I was a slayer. The vampires immidately took care of them and I was tied up, and watched them die. Then ever since, I've been battling vampires and other demons."

"I'm sorry Amelia. Would you mind my asking how you escaped?"

"Not at all. I was tied up like I said and some how, someone had managed to untie them. I ended up killing every one of the vampires that murdered my parents, laughing while doing so." I say remembering the long death that I gave each blood sucking monster.

"Wow. Did you ever find out who saved you?"

"No. That's always remained a mystery but I found out that it had to have been a vampire. At least according to the bite marks on the rope." I take his hands and put them up to my cheek. "Whoever did, I owe them big time."

"So, how old are you?" I ask, hoping for a new subject.

"I'm four hundred and thirty-six years old. I died when I was twenty in 1595." he says quietly.

"So you say that you're sixteen to get into highschool I'm assuming?"

"Yes." he replies.

"Why not college though? I mean, it would be easier to deal with that wouldn't it?" I ask.

"Well, I orrigionally was in college. Then, two years ago, I saw you walk out of Yaleson and I made a new name, Ryan Andrews, and said that I was a sixteen year old." he says, explaining it almost carefully.

"What is your real name?" I ask.

"You'd never believe me." he murmurs. I usually would react harshly but instead laugh.

"I think I'd believe you. Just look at what I do on a day to day basis." He sighs and looks down at his fingers. "Please?"

"My real name, my birth name, is Romeo Montague." he murmurs.