All she needed was one of the weapons in her suitcase, but she couldn't get to it, the vampire had tackled her to the ground and was trying to get his fangs to her neck. One day, I couldn't last one day without being attackedMarley thought to herself as she punched the vampire before he grabbed her arms. She cried out in pain as he dug his nails into her arms and lowered his head to her neck. Suddenly she felt the vampires weight lift from her and she opened her eyes to see Oliver standing over her with the slightest part of concern on his face. "Wha-"

"Morley took off, you passed out for a moment there; probably shock" Oliver replied his face then blank of expression.

"Oh well, that was.. Odd" Marley said as she stood up slowly, her head rushing with dizziness "wait... Were you following me?" She asked loudly, realisation hitting her.

"No Marley, I saw you walk past Common Grounds twice and gathered you were lost so I came to help you but you were on the floor and nearly being drained" Oliver said bluntly, rolling his eyes before saying sarcastically "you have not even been here a day and already you've been attacked, congrats."

"So..." Marley muttered remembering to play the part of the confused damsel "what the hell was wrong with that guy... Morley you called him.. He had fangs!"

"Welcome to Morganville, vampire central."

"Okay... Vampires..."Marley paused for a moment, hesitating before saying "you're one aren't you?"

"How could you tell, most don't."

"You stayed in the shadows of Common Grounds, you look pale and.. Well, you're eyes change colour when you're aggravated and things like that" Marley said briefly, starting to shiver slightly in the cold desert air.

"Hmm, where are you living?" Oliver asked, Marley quickly gave him the address she had been told and he nodded "that's near to where I live and only a couple of doors down from where we are, follow."

It was only a very short walk (About 10 steps actually) before Marley was standing outside a very big house. She couldn't start to think how suspicious this must have looked, she must have looked as if she owned a lot of money to be just 19 yet have enough money to afford such a wonderous home. "Put this on" Oliver constructed, handing her a bracelet.

"Why?" Marley asked, looking at it as it sat in her palm.

"Because it will make certain that you do not get attacked again, unless it is a vampire like Morley whom which does not apply to the laws of the town" Oliver explained, taking the bracelet and wrapping it around her wrist "Do not take it off, this is your protection now, you lose it; you die, your fault" Oliver said bluntly, his face in a stern look before his tone softened just the slightest bit as he said "I'll explain it more another time but for now go inside, lock the door and rest, you must have had quite a shock, you're on the 6pm to the 12am shift tomorrow night."

Marley nodded, moaning inwardly about being on the death shift, she took her key from her jean pocket and opened the house door. She could have slayed him then, she should have, she would have had more then enough time to reach into her suitcase and pull out a gun or stake and take him by surprise. One less monster in the world. But... No, she didn't, she needed to find out about the town and so far this seemed like the easiest way. Her suitcase... DAMN Marley thought realising that she had not brought her suitcase back with her. She needed it. It had her weapons in and her clothes for the night until the shipping boxes would arrive the next day. Marley quickly took out the front door and stood next to the road and looked down to where she had just been attacked. There was no suitcase. It had gone.

Marley groaned and walked back inside, locking her front door. Where would have the suitcase gone? Someone must have taken it. She sighed before collapsing onto the sofa, she would tour the house the next day but for now all she wanted to do was sleep.

~.~

The next morning (well, early afternoon) Marley woke with a start after rolling off the sofa and landing with a 'THUMP' on the floor. She stood up quickly, her whole body aching after last night, slowly she stumbled to the hallway as she heard her front doorbell ring. She opened the door to see a woman standing outside holding a clip board. "Miss Stone?" She asked, looking down at the clip board.

"Yep" Marley replied.

"Sign here please" the woman outstretched the clipboard and handed Marley a pen as Marley quickly signed it. Before she knew it; people were carrying boxes into her home and dumping them on the floor and then they were gone just as quick as they came.

Marley checked through all the boxes making sure everything was in good shape before she started unpacking and looking around the house after getting changed into a pair of trackies and a string vest top. There were four bedrooms and Marley took the biggest one and left the other three vacant, the thought of getting room mates crossed her mind but then her work would be risked. Rule 2; no risks to be taken. One of the things Marley noticed last was the fact that there was in fact a third floor, and it wasn't an attic or anything like that it was actually very prim and proper which surprised her.

By the time Marley had finished it was going on four o clock, so she made herself a pot noodle and sat on the sofa eating it. It wasn't long before she realised that something was really bugging her. The house... It felt, strange.

Marley quickly shrugged off the feeling, that was it, she was going mad. Houses feeling strange? No. Just no. But then again she was living in a town full of vampires so anything was possible at that moment. Marley opened her laptop and looked at the email awaiting her.

Dearest Marley,

How is everything coming along in Morganville? Met anyone interesting yet?

We were thinking about coming to visit you very soon and help you move in and get use to everything.

What do you think about that?

Love, Dad x

Marley quickly decoded it in her head, it wasn't to hard 'Anything suspicious happening? Met/Killed any vampires yet? We're coming to Morganville to help soon so make sure the other rooms are ready.' However, it was necessary to send emails like that, the company knew about all the emails being searched through so that was why they wrote differently. It got confusing sometimes but it was easy to decode.

After quickly writing a reply in code that literally just said 'Everything fine, haven't seen any vamps yet, alright.' She had lied in the email, she knew, but she couldn't face admitting that she hadn't killed the ones she had had the chance to. By the time she had finished it was 5:30pm, after a boring day of unpacking Marley quickly got changed into a pair of jeans and a tight blue shirt along with a pair of small black heels. She brushed quickly through her dark red hair and tied it up in a bun before walking over to Common Grounds.

Common Grounds was empty. Well, apart from a sterned face Oliver who stood behind the counted. "You came then" he muttered as she walked in, dumping her handbag behind the counter.

"Of course I have" Marley replied putting on an apron and tying it up "need to start somewhere in this town."

"How are you feeling after last night?" Oliver asked, obviously not concerned.

"Fine" Marley replied "does anyone actually come here at night?"

"The vampires normally come in at half six and they stay until closing time, which is midnight."

"Fair enough, vampires, right, fun... And this is a good idea how?"

"It will get you use to being around our species, also their all speaking of you so you may as well be the one serving them instead of having them eat you" Oliver shrugged.

"Alright" Marley nodded. This was going to be interesting.

~.~

The night was long and... Awkward, yes that was the word. There was not one moment when there was not at least one pair of eyes on her watching her every movement. And to make it worse, she had even served blood to some of them, actual blood. Even after al her training she had felt like puking when pouring the red liquid into cups and serving them to the fanged monsters that downed it in a blink of an eye. She noticed Oliver watching her too, probably making sure she did not mess up, and she felt like dropping dead through some of it.

She thanked the lord when all of it was over and she was cleaning the cups and trying not to gag at the cups which had had blood in them. She chucked most of them into the dishwasher but the few had to be hand washed and she hated it. She noticed Oliver smirking mockingly at her torture of it all and she sent him metaphorical daggers in her gaze. When she was finally finished she took off the apron and hung it up, picking up her hand bag before turning to Oliver.

"So, was I alright?" She asked straight away, she needed this job, it made it easier to find out about the vampires lives, she'd heard a little bit about the Founder, whose name was Amelie as she had found out, and that her office was at Founder's Square. Apparently she was very icy and cool and hid all her emotions.

"Yes you were fine, the late shift suits you, you can do it tomorrow to and another one of the other waitresses will be here too, much to her dismay."

"Alright, well I'm off, see you" Marley said, walking out the door quickly before walking down the street, going through the maze in her head of how to get back to her house. She walked in and put on a pair of pyjama bottoms and a vest top and curled up on the sofa. Her head snapped up abruptly as she heard a loud knock on her door and she got up and went to the door, opening it. "Oliver?" She questioned as she opened the door and saw him standing behind it "Oh you found my suitcase!" She said gleefully as she looked down and saw her polka dotted suitcase that he rolled towards her. "What's wrong?" Marley asked, noticing his silent mood straight away.

"Can I come in?" He asked "I forgot to tell you about something."

"Erm..." Marley muttered, still half asleep "Yeah sure" she quickly regretted saying that as Oliver vampire sped in and pushed her to the wall causing her to fall to the floor after hitting it, blacked out.