Hi, guys. My cat's going into a state of frenzy. He's chasing after everything that moves. It was kinda cute until he went for my toes. I'm bleeding now and it's not cute anymore.

I'm gonna jump right in, 'cause I don't want to give anything away.

A/N: This computer doesn't have spell check, so please excuse any misspelled words. (I think misspelled was misspelled.)

Also, Trojan-Princess, I was looking at your profile. If you don't mind saying, what's Moonlight about and who are those people kissing in your photo? (I was it had something to do with vampires and I like vampires)

Hayley, I like your middle name. Mine's Antoinette, the queen of girly, but I really like Rose. Is it your favorite flower?

Stacy, thanks for the review. I've been reading your story, How Could I Love You, and I like it, but funnily enough I don't feel sorry for Andie even though Ben and Tuck are so mean to her.

Disclaimer: I don't own Step Up 2, just the idea and the OC's.

Andie woke up again to the voice of her Latina friend, Missy. Only this time she wasn't shouting. She was talking. Incessantly. About something Andie didn't know, or want to know about. Andie wondered if she could fall back asleep with Missy's mouth going a mile a minute like it was. She learned the hard way that she couldn't.

Andie figured, since she wasn't getting anymore sleep she should probably prepare to visit the Hollow Collins household. One of them was an occisor. Only problem was, there was no way of finding out. A vampire could tell a slayer a mile away, but to everyone else, they look exactly like an average human being. Including fellow occisors. The kid probably didn't even know they were a slayer. And Andie wondered how she'd figure out. Long, painful interrogation seemed the way to go to her. Then again, Moose probably wouldn't go for that. So, what, then? Was Andie supposed to find the occisor and train it? Should she feed it, burp it, and wipe it's ass too?

Andie decided to finish her silent rant in the shower. The hot water would do her good. She needed to relax, to get her mind off of slaying, training, and everything else that was causing that knot of anger in her stomach. Yeah, it was normal for her to be a little edgy, especially with the slightly difficult task of killing evil demons from hell. But, she was more angry the usual. She wasn't exactly ecstatic about having to train someone. She'd been used to doing things her way. Having someone follow her around like a lost puppy was going to seriously cut into her schedule.

Andie stepped into the steamy water. It was hot, but not hot enough to melt away her anger. She hoped that whichever Collins kid was the occisor knew how to follow direction. She didn't think she could handle having to spoonfeed knowledge to someone who wanted it their way. If Andie was teaching, it would be her way. She wasn't about to take orders from a level one slayer.

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Chase hadn't slept a wink the night before. He'd been up, afraid that if he closed his eyes for a minute, the vampire would appear before them again. Now, Chase was no wimp, but when a blood sucking demon nearly rips you neck out, you tend to get a little edgy. It was noon now, and he had to leave the house sometime. Blake had suggested him take Benny to the mall, but he didn't want to meet any other teenagers until he had to. This was not a friendly neighborhood. Especially not with vampires floating around. Did vampires float? I didn't really matter. The fact that they existed was enough to scare the shit out of Chase.

Chase didn't want to sit in his ugly room and wait for another near-death experience. He decided, since he had nowhere else to go, he'd wait downstairs for Benny, and the two would find somewhere to get ice cream. When he arrived at the bottom of the stairs, two girls were standing in his doorway. Both hot, his mind first registered, and neither were glaring rays of hate at him. One he found particularly gorgeous, a brown-haired girl with dark brown eyes, much like his and his sister's. She was wearing a tight long-sleeved and a pair of thick sweat pants, which made sense considering the weather. The other was a small Latina, wearing a sweater-dress that he found adorable on her little body.

Blake was at the door with the girls. They'd introduced themselves to him as the welcoming committee, and were there to meet every member of the family, and make them feel at home in Westwick. Blake face showed a bit of suspicion, but Chase couldn't, in good conscience, let his brother tell two hot girls to hit the road.

"Hello!" Chase came barreling down the stairs and pushed his brother out of the way. "Ladies. I'm Chase. Nice to meet you." The Latina girl laughed, while the brunette rolled her eyes. Chase was glad he could charm at least one.

"I'm Missy. This is Andie. We're from the welcoming committee. We're here to make Westwick feel like home." Missy smiled and held her had out to Chase, who was glacing back at Andie every chance he would.

"Well, it has been tough moving to a new town. I'm a litle nervous. Why don't we talk in my room?"

"Are you smelling toast?" Blake asked. "'Cause you must be having a stroke if you think I'm about to let you take those girls up to your room. Talk on the couch. I'll get Ben."

"Is Ben another brother?" Andie asked. She needed to get every Hollow Collins family member in the room as soon as possible. And the more members in the family, the less chance of this idiot being the slayer.

"Sister. It's short for Benny." Chase wrapped an arm around each girl, and pulled them in close to him. The brunette rolled her eyes again, and lefted his hand off her shoulders. Great, Chase thought. Another cold shoulder from another hot girl.

Andie sat on the couch, and Missy took a seat next to her. She leaned toward her friend and whispered, "I'll go question the others. You stay here with this… guy."

Missy nodded, then Andie stood up and excused herself. "Mind if I use your bathroom?"

"Not at all. But, I don't know where it is."

"If you don't know where it is, how do you—"

"I've just been going out the window."

Andie made a disgusted face as she remembered walking by the window on her way to this house.

"My brother'll show you."

At first, Andie was a little peeved that this boydidn't take the initiative to help her find it himself, but that wasn't important. What was important was find the occisor, and getting the help out of that creepy old house. How could anyone live in it? Andie could admit her living quarters were small, but better than the shack they were trapped in.

Andie swirved down the hallway and came to a room. The first door to the left. She pushed it open to see a blonde girl sprawled out across a bed, reading a magazine Andie had never heard of. "Hi." Andie said with a bright smile on her face. The girl looked up. She looked a lot like the boy Andie had left with Missy, and that made her a little mad. But, she couldn't lie. They bother had very attractive features. "I'm Andie."

"Hi. I'm Ben. Nice to meet you." Benny pushed herself off of the starter bed Blake had picked out at Wal-Mart to shake the other woman's hand.

"I'm from the welcoming committee." Andie informed. "My friend and I came to make you feel more welcome."

"That's so nice." Ben smiled. "I didn't know this place had a welcoming committee."

"Yeah, the just got one installed."

Benny laughed, and Andie smiled at the gesture. Well, this one didn't seem so bad. She was certainly more inviting than the one in the livingroom. And much less skeptical than the one who'd greeted them at the door. She was nice, and smiled a lot. Andie wanted to drop to her knees and pray to God that this one was the slayer.

"So, Ben." Andie asked, leaning against the doorway. "Got any new clothes for school yet?"

"Not just yet. My brother, Chase, was supposed to be taking me to the mall today, but he's kinda freaked out 'cause he thinks he saw a 'vampire' yesterday." Benny made quotes over the word 'vampire', and Andie's eyes went wide for a moment.

"A vampire?"

"Yeah, I know." The fourteen year old blonde girl laughed. "If he'd seen a vampire, wouldn't it have killed him or something?"

"Not if he's a slayer." Andie mumbled to herself.

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh. Ha, nothing. You mind pointing me to the bathroom?"

Benny stuck her head out her door and pointed to the third room on the left. Andie rushed toward it, and locked herself in the small, dark room. She pulled out her cellphone to send Missy a text:

Blonde boy's the slayer!

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Missy was deep in conversation with Blake when she received a message from Andie. "Blonde boy's the slayer?" She mumbled to herself.

"Blonde boy's the what?" Blake asked with a laugh.

"Oh, nothing. I just… my friend just texted me. She, uh, got a hickey from a blonde boy."

Blake laughed again, only harder.

"I've gotta go."

"Wait!" Blake grabbed Missy's hand out of pure impulsion, and when he realized what he'd done, he released her. "I mean, I liked talking to you. Will you guys be back any time soon?"

Missy smiled. Not only because Blake was tall, dark and handsome, but because he was a pretty good listener. For a guy, at least. "'Course."

Missy left the kitchen, in which she and Blake were having their conversation, and searched for Andie. She found the brown haired girl down the hall, just exiting what looked to be the bathroom. "Did you wash your hands?"

"Shut up."

Andie and Missy dashed for the door, and were gone, without saying goodbye to either of the Collins family.

When Chase came down from his bedroom with an old picture of his old house, which he'd wanted to show the Mexican girl, and found that they were gone, he was more upset than ever. Not exactly about the Mexican girl, but about the brunette. She might not have exactly come at him with open arms, but he held hope. Now they were both gone, and they probably werent planning on coming back. People in Westwick really werent very friendly.

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Chase had a hard time getting to sleep that night. He kept missing his old home. His old friends. Even his parents, but only a little. They might not have been the most affectionate, but at least they kept him out of places like Westwick. Their money provided him with a lot of stuff. Materal things didn't mean everything, then again that's a lot easier to say when you actually had material things, which Chase didn't anymore. All he had was his brother and sister, this crappy old house, and a lonely, deserted town to be miserable in for the rest of his life.

Chase was too busy feeling sorry for himself the notice to window being unlatched. His also didn't notice when a shadowy figure crept into his room. He didn't even notice when it walked behind his bed, and stared down at him. He did, however, notice when the figure grabbed him by the mouth, muffling his screams and cutting off his air supply. He noticed it wrap a piece of rope around his legs, it's hand still covering his mouth and nose till he could no longer breath. He noticed it glare down at him with a devilish smile. And he noticed it inject a needle into his arm. But, after that, he didn't notice much of anything at all.

All done. Sorry this chapter will probably suck a bit, but I'm building to something. Plus, I'm totally exhausted. I need sleep. Nowish.

A/N: I was planning on adding a little Missy/Blake thing, unless you guys dont like it. It's up to you.

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