Your heart's going a mile a minute. Your feet are moving as fast as you can will them. You come to a clearing through the trees to be behind a tombstone. You look around it and see Tony, eyes wide behind his glasses, scrambling backwards. You can't see what he's looking at, but you know it's scaring him. That's all you need to know. You leap from behind the grave and land in front of Tony, ready to fight. You now see that you're face-to-face with... a guy.
You look him over quickly. He's wearing black, baggy pants and a yellow and black striped shirt with a long trench coat over it. His hair is black and spiked on top, but it's long and half tied back behind his head. His eyes are dark and his skin is pale, like yours. He has black, fingerless gloves and dark combat boots. In your opinion, he's pretty hot...

You're snapped from your thoughts, however, when he suddenly asks, "Who are you? Another human?"

You scoff. "What's that supposed to mean? Hm?" you throw back. You look closely as he bares his teeth. 'Fangs? Then he's...' You lower your fists and blink at him before turning to Tony. "You okay, kiddo?" you ask, extending a hand to him.

He reaches up and grabs it, and you pull him to his feet almost effortlessly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks," he answers.

You look him over and, seeing nothing wrong, turn back to the guy behind you.

"You never answered me, girl. Who are you?" he asks again.

"If you really must know, the name's _______," you reply, a little meaner than you'd meant.
He just scowls, "Whatever, you humans don't belong here. Get lost."

This pisses you off. "Don't call me a human, Batboy," you fire back at him.

He looks at you, obviously confused. "But you are human, aren't you?" he sort-of asks.

You shake your head.

"Then what are you, girl?" he asks with curiously.

You hiss, "My name's not 'girl', it's _______."

"Excuse me, miss. But are you a friend of Tony's?" a new voice asks cautiously.

You tear your gaze from Spike, whose real name you still don't know, and see another vampire, about Tony's age in appearance. Also pale, he has red eyes and hair that sticks up all over the place. He comes closer slightly as you answer, "Yes, I am. Why? Who are you?"

"I'm Rudolph, Tony's-"

"Ah, so you're Rudolph, huh? Tony told me about you, can't say he ever mentioned you being a vampire, though..." you say with a smile. "Oh, and you can call me _______."
"Don't trust her, Rudolph," the older vampire says.

Rudolph looks to him, "Calm down, Gregory. She's Tony's friend. We can trust her."

"Oh, so that's your name? Gregory?"

He just kinda glares at you, but nods slightly, still unsure.

You smile at him, sensing some of his hostility fading away. "Gregory then, I'm sorry I was so harsh before, but Tony's like my little brother. He was afraid, and I felt it, so I stepped in. Nothing personal or anything..." you say, trailing off a little at the end.

He just nods, "Yeah, sure. But, you dodged my other question. What are you?"

You sigh quietly, "I'm a dhampir; a half-vampire."

He looks taken back by your answer. "I didn't even think they existed anymore... Well, not around here at least..."

You shrug. You look up at the moon, trying to judge its position. "It's almost ten. You should be sleeping, Tony," you state.

"But you don't have to sleep yet!" he argues.

You giggle and smile at him. "That's true, but 1) I'm a dhampir; I don't need to sleep nearly as much as you do. 2) I don't have school tomorrow. And 3) I'm older than you," you explain smartly.

Tony pouts, "But-"

"Three strikes, you're out, Tony," you finish.

Gregory smirks, while Rudolph laughs and steps forward. "I was the one who brought him here, so I'll bring him home, _______."

You nod in agreement, before Tony comes over and hugs you around your waist. You giggle and hug him back, "Night, kiddo. I'll see ya tomorrow after school," you tell him.

"Night, _______. See ya!" he exclaims, then he walks over to Rudolph and takes his hand.

You watch as they lift off the ground and take off, Tony smiling widely.

They fly out of your sight, and you hear a soft voice from behind you, "Gregory, dear, who's this?"
You turn around to find two tall figures a few feet away. A woman with blonde hair in an odd style, wearing a green dress. You assume she was the one who'd spoken. Next to her is a man, also in aristocratic clothing, with his dark hair slicked back. Behind them, you notice, is a young girl with blonde hair, wearing a long, red dress. She appears around ten.

The man steps toward you, "Who are you, human? One of Rookery's spies?"

You take a step back, somewhat intimidated by how much taller than you this man is.

"Frederick, calm down. She doesn't look like a spy, really," the woman reasons.
"Err, you can relax; I'm no spy. I'm a friend of Tony's, he's Rudolph's friend. And I'm not human, I'm a dhampir," you explain carefully. You mentally laugh, as their reactions are similar to how Gregory's was.

"I don't believe you. Prove it, if you're a true half-blood," the man, who you now know to be Frederick, protests.

You sigh, somewhat exasperatedly, but bare your fangs.

Gregory's eyes go wide, as do Frederick's.

He regains his composure and bows his head slightly towards you. "Forgive my rudeness, miss. We've had to be very cautious of late."

You smile softly and nod.

He continues, "I am Frederick Sackville-Bagg. This is Freda, my wife," he says, gesturing to the woman beside him.

She smiles daintily at you, "Hello, child. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

You smile back and bow your head a little.
The little girl steps out from behind Freda. "I'm Anna, Rudolph's sister. It's nice to meet you," she says, smiling up at you.

You can't help but grin back, "Such a pretty young lady you are, Anna."

Her smile widens as she turns to Freda. "I like her, Mother! She's very pretty, and so kind!" she says excitedly.

"I'd have to agree, sister," you hear Gregory say.

Without realizing it, you blush slightly. Once the tint fades from your cheeks, you look to Frederick. "So, now that you know I'm here, and that I'm not a threat, would you mind if I were here for the night? I won't cause trouble, I promise."

He seemed a bit confused by your question, "What ever for, miss, err..."

"_______," you finish for him. "And, it's because I never sleep at home on Sunday nights."

He still seems a little unsure, but says, "I see... Well, I will not press the matter further as it is not my business. You are welcome here, if you wish, _______."

You smile, "Thank-you very much. I'll be off then, if that's alright," you say, bidding them a quick good-bye. Then, before any more questions pop up, you turn on your heel and dart off to find a nice, tall tree.