Thank you Sumbunnyluvsu77 for being my first reviewer EVER – and thanks for not saying that I should stop writing for the good of mankind!!!! Okay, I disown anything that has to do with the real stories by L.J. Smith. Yep…okay…next chapter…let's see what happens….n_n (I'm making it up as I go along!)!

This time I pushed myself up and towards Mark – even though my back and shoulders were protesting, quite loudly, about it. Garret was in a stance that said bring-it-on-creepy-vampire while Mark's stance said sure-dog-I'll bring-you-a-bone, while my stance said ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch. I threw myself at Mark – who didn't even notice I was up –and he fell backwards, taking me by surprise.

My first punch connected with his nose. The same weird connection went through us and I could faintly hear him mentally saying, damn, where did she come from?

My mother and father, I responded mentally – it's actually really cool and not at all creepy to talk telepathically.

Idiot.

Said the Idiot. But our connection broke as Garret's arms wrapped around my waist and hauled me off him before I could get my second punch.

"Garret, let me at him!" I choked. Instead he set me on the couch and bounced back to Mark – that's the best anyone could describe how he walked. Mark was already up and back in his I'll-throw-you-your-bone fighting stance.

As they started throwing punches and kicking each other in their boy places, I stood up again and tried to sneak around him. This time he was expecting me and kicked me in the gut. I gasped and fell to my knees, totally and completely out of breath. But no one seemed to notice they girl on the floor, everyone in the room was to busy fighting – yes, there were a total of three people in the room.

"Clary, run!" I heard Garret yell to me. I wanted to respond to him, but I thought better of it as he got tossed across the room. So I did as I was told and I bolted for the opening that the police officer went through.

Stopping to check his pulse, I figured out he was only unconscious. I patted his cheeks – yes his face – a few times before kicking him in the gut, but even that didn't wake him up. After I picked up his arm and let it drop to the ground something connected with the back of my head; shooting a terrible pain through my head and neck. It made me drop next to the officer but it didn't put me out.

Slowly, I pulled myself up and looked behind me, but the two guys were still fighting to the death.

"Then who…?" I asked myself. But there was a groan from beside me and the guy's limbs started moving. His hand covered his eyes and he sat up. "Whoa, take it easy. You were just thrown through a brick wall and onto grass, but pointy grass. It hurts; don't you people ever water it?" He didn't answer, only looked at me. "What?"

"Who are you?"

"Clarissa Year."

"And who am I?" Who am I? Does this guy have amnesia?

"That's not good."

"I'm not good?" I laughed at that. Not because it was funny, but because of nerves. Quickly, I checked the back of my neck for blood and happened to find some.

"I don't know who you are. And I am bleeding and I need to run. So, have a nice life…oh, and don't bother the two guys fighting in there," I added as an after though, maybe I didn't need to add it. Before he could ask any more questions I stood up and bounded off in the opposite direction, until I reached the Cub that wasn't open 24/7 – even though most Cubs do stay open.

I halted then tried to think about where I was going until I heard an unpleasant voice, "Where do you think you're going?" Slowly, I faced Luke.

"Away from the imaginary monster. That includes you…so…bye-bye," when I turned around another guy was standing behind me – one of the guys from the attack, I realized. Again, I turned to Luke. "Can make him move?"

"So you already had your run-in with Mark," he said ignoring my feeble request.

"No, actually I'm in front of Cub at four in the morning because I'm bored," I said sarcastically. "Duh!" Luke rolled his eyes at me.

"Not back talk, human," the guy behind me scolded. I turned on him.

"You aren't my father, and if memory serves, you were the one drinking him. Now my father is dead and I'm sure you did not inherit his traits by drinking his blood, ass hole!" I screamed at him.

The last two little words were probably unnecessary to say, and it was definitely unnecessary for him to get all worked up about it. He grabbed me by the forearm and lifted his fist as if he was going to punch me, but Luke already had a hand in front of me and was saying, "Leon, stop."

Without a word, he let go of me with a little push that made me fall on the ground.

"And now you're pushing little girls down? What an abusive vampire, and what kind of man does that?" I exaggerated the word man to see if it got to him – I know I was really pushing my luck, if I wasn't careful I would have become a snack.

"I'd stop if I were you," Luke warned, pulling me up by the wrist. "One of us might just bite you, then give you some blood back to…replenish you," anyone with ears could hear the grin in his voice.

"I'm not a bloodsucking monster, I wouldn't take any of your blood," I hissed.

"Boys, boys, why the threats," someone from behind me asked. For some odd reason my heart started beating fast as if I wanted to see the main monster's face, my breathing was picking up too.

"Mark, I thought you were taking care of –"

"Finished," when the words left his lips my brain shut out everything and my limbs went weak as I fell into Luke.

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"Okay, I don't know what is going on. I don't know how or why you put this makeup on me. But I want out!" I screamed while still studying the beautiful creature in the mirror. She had the same black hair as me, she had the same dark blue eyes as me, but I did not have really pale skin or that true beauty that only a small amount of people have. I assumed that they put makeup on me to scare me…but way, deep, down I knew that they had made me a monster.

It was that instinct again, nagging at me and telling me things I didn't want to hear. "I may be the funny person around here but this isn't funny!"

"It's not supposed to be funny," Luke yawned; setting down the mirror he grabbed my chin and forced my eyes to look into his. "You do have nice eyes you know."

"Yew! Gross much! I'm fourteen!"

"Damn, I wasn't talking about that you fool. I know the way you look at Mark, I'm not blind. But I don't think he has it for you. Actually, I take that back, I know he's not in to you." For some, odd, reason, tears threatened to flood into my eyes. But somehow, I kept them at bay.

"I don't look at him. I avoid looking at any of your ugly faces."

"Well your ugly face is now like our ugly faces," he laughed.

"Shut up, just shut up!" I screamed jumping at his face, my intension clawing up that ugly grin on that ugly face – even though it wasn't all that ugly. He moved back easily and pinned my arm behind my back while keeping me forced against the wall.

"I'd stop wasting your strength. You must be hungry." His words sparked something in me that made me go limp in defeat.

"Yes," I finally sighed.

"Good, then let's go hunting."

Good, I didn't think I was going to finish this chapter! R&R!!!