Half an hour later, I climbed out of the shower, humming one of my favorite songs underneath my breath.

As I shook my head I continued thinking about what we were going to do now.

We needed money, clothes, food for the next few days and stuff for Abby. So I'd have to start finding a temporary job here tonight.

I tried to remember the different businesses as I wiped the steam from the window, taking another look at myself. Ignoring the tattoo, I thought about what I looked like.

I had a normal set of abs... for people that were trained to fight in wars. My arm muscles were leaner, showing, but not as much as they had when I was human. I had kept my long hair, refusing to cut it. My eyes were still a fierce green, though they were as hard as stones, hardened by life. My hair was still as long as it was when I was turned (getting a hair cut was one of the things that I refused to do), so the tips almost reached the middle of my back.

Sighing, I remembered how my mother used to stroke my hair, whispering songs into my ear just in case my father heard her. She would sing ballads to me of the mighty warriors of her land, or fairy tales from her home, of the Dracae (or water fairies), the Brownies, and the Kelpies. She taught me how to be compassionate and to love.

On the opposite end of the spectrum was my father, who taught me how to be merciless and emotionless. He taught me how to hold a sword and how to keep calm, to burry things deep inside of me, and to never trust anybody. The man who thought fairy tales were nothing but a waste of time and thought.

I wonder why they loved each other so much, I thought, running my fingers through my hair, I wonder why my mother never got tired of him.

But then again, I argued, pulling on my clothes, You know what they say, opposites attract.

Once everything was in place, I unlocked the door and stepped out, humming again. Then, I stopped.

Something wasn't right...It was too quiet.

"Abby," I breathed, slithering out of the bathroom and against the wall, "Abby?"

"Hello!"

Somebody's hand shot out of the dark like a viper, pinning me against the wall.

As I clawed at his hands, I looked down and growled. It was one of the freaks from the boardwalk last night.

What the fuck was he doing here?

The stoner-creep shot me a grin that screamed, "Predator!" and his grip tightened, closing off my airways.

Thank God I don't need them, I thought, lowering my hands to my side while turning my face into a blank slate.

"Oh, don't shut down just yet," someone said, "We were so looking forwards to talking to you."

"Well," I breathed, looking around for the person, "It'd be a lot better if you'd show yourself. I don't like talking to mysterious shadows."

There was a chuckle, and then he stepped out.

It was the platinum blonde, his frozen blue eyes taking in my appearance, an eye brow raised.

Once he was finished his eyes returned to mine and he smirked, inciting an urge to rip the smirk off his face.

Relax, I thought to myself, trying to take some kind of breath to help me calm down, Let's see what he wants.

"What do you want?" I wheezed, flinching as it came out as a bunch of garble.

"Paul," the platinum said, still smirking, "Put him down. We need him to be able to talk."

Nanoseconds later I was leaning against the wall, clutching my neck and glaring at "Paul", who was grinning like it was all one big joke.

Paul, I thought, memorizing his face and name into my memory, I'll get you later you son-of-a -

I was so lost in my train of thought it took me a couple minutes to realize that the platinum had said something.

"Sorry," I mumbled, pushing away from the wall, "Please repeat that, I didn't hear that."

"What are you doing here?" Platinum huffed, crossing his arms.

"Just passing through," I told him, my eyes never leaving his frosty ones.

"Why?"

Nosy much? I thought, snorting. "Me and my companion are nomads, we don't like staying in one place for long. It bores us."

"Hmm..."

I schooled my face, keeping it blank as I waited for Platinum to say something.

After several minutes, he came back from his little world.

"Whose your companion?"

"Nobody," I answered instantly.

"What's her name?"

"None of your concern."

"Why won't you tell me her name?"

"Why won't you tell me your name?" I shot back, feeling a little annoyed.

"Why would you want to know if you're going to leave soon?" One of his eyebrows raised, questioning me.

"One, I never said we'd leave soon. And two, I'd like to know the name of the person whose interrogating me."

He was silent for a moment, before complying.

"My name's David. And what do you mean?"

"I mean," I told him, leaning against the wall, "That my friend and I aren't going to be leaving as soon as you think. We won't stay here for a year, but we might be here for a month or two."

"Why?"

"We need to start making money before we leave. Or else she'll starve and we won't have the money to pay for shelter."

There was another mini silence before David said, "Fine..I'll let you stay here for the next two months. On one condition."

"What is that?"

"You stay with us. If you're going to stay here, then we want to keep an eye on you."

"If I agree, I want you to promise me that none of your clan hurts my friend."

"You're in no position to try and make conditions."

I waited silently, hoping he would cooperate.

"Fine," David sighed, "I'll promise none of the boys touch her. Happy?"

"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go find her and tell her."

"Before you leave, you never told me your names," David said, "If we're going to be bunking together then it'd be nice to know your names.

"My name's Chance, and her name is Abby."

"Abby is short for Abigail, right?" David asked.

"No, her name is just Abby."

"All right, you go find Abby and then we'll meet you over at the cave?"

"Later, I need to start finding a night job tonight. And Abby may want to go on a couple rides."

"We can take her on the rides," Paul suggested, his face split in half by a womanizing smile.

"Yeah... No. We may be sharing the same place, but I still don't trust you. I'll take her once I'm done tonight." I answered, baring my teeth at Paul.

"All right, we'll see you later tonight then," David told me.

"All right," I nodded to David and Paul, turned and left.

While I was walking down the side walk, I wondered how Abby was going to take the news.

She's probably going to kill me, I thought, darting across the street, looking for a fluffy mass of blonde hair, Unless I can convince her to kill them first...That I'd pay to see.

AN:

Hey guys… Long time no see…

I'm sorry this took so long, I really am.

A lot of stuff's been going on… A lot of stuff that cut off the inspiration for this story, and my other stories.

But, I should be better now.

I'm out for the summer (and I'm now a sophomore! :D) so the chapters should be coming out a little bit quicker.

I hope whoever is out on summer has a good summer… and whoever isn't, I'm sorry :(

Please review! (I can't tell you how much reviews are to me)

Love,

Twi :D

(Also! Chance is a guy... I'm sorry if I confused some of you)