Author note: Sorry I haven't updated lately! I've been really busy and experiencing writers block.

Chapter 2

"Well, Bree, it's nice to meet you," Riley said, smiling and jumping off the cot. "Would you like a tour of your new home?" He asked, walking toward me.

I backed up a little and then looked down at my torso, remembering I was only wearing scraps of clothing. Riley looked down and noticed my predicament at the same time I did. He sighed, shrugged off his jacket, and handed it to me.

"There, now can I show you around?" He asked, looking and sounding like a five year old. I slipped it on and it went down to my thighs. I zipped it up as he turned to leave the cage, then walked after him.

The hallway was long and thin with florescent lights hanging from the ceiling. Even though the lights were dim I could see everything clearly, despite the fact that I was missing my contacts. On both sides of the tunnel were more cages like the one that I was in.

"You must be wondering exactly what you're doing here and what you are," he asked, looking down and smiling at me, "you see Bree, you are now a vampire, whether you want to believe it or not. That's why you can see and hear things so clearly and why you, ehh, did away with that girl just now."

I quickly looked away from his friendly gaze and tried to process what he had just said. What he said both made sense and didn't make sense. The facts he had pointed out were true, but I couldn't believe that vampires were real and that helpless girl was just my first meal and nothing else.

"I know its a lot to process but its almost dark and time for your first hunt," he grinned, took my hand, and led me up three flights of stairs and through at least one hundred feet of tunnels.

Riley opened a door and we walked out into the middle of an alley on south Seattle. Riley lead me to a closed to department store where I chose some actual clothes and Riley looked through different CDs and books. After making our selections, Riley lead me down to the slums of Seattle in order to find the type of people that, as he put it, wouldn't be noticed if they went missing.

We stumbled upon a group of crack heads passed out in an alley. Luckily for them, they were all unconscious for my first meal. Afterward Riley explained and showed me that to keep a low profile, we had to burn the bodies once we were done with them.

As we were finishing up I noticed that we were only a few blocks away from the apartment my mom and I had shared.

"Hey, Riley," I paused and tried to think of the best way to ask him, "could we make a detour on the way back to wherever we're staying?" He looked at me, surprised at my request, and he cocked his head to the side.

"Where did you have in mind?"