I drove back home and walked out of the car. I locked the car behind me, and heading to my door, I started to sing a funny song I had heard. I walked into the door. "Honey I'm home." I said, throwing my jacket and purse onto the couch.

I walked up to the kitchen and grabbed water from the fridge. I then walked over to my room. I took my boots off and opened the closet to put them in. I quickly closed it again, dropping my glass. Oh, my, god. I quickly grabbed my phone and was about to dial 911 when the phone suddenly died. The closet opened and out stepped the pervy young coot. "Now now, lets' not get the cops involved shall we?"

Adrenaline carved his every feature into my mind. I realized he wasn't a man, just an 18 or 17 year old boy.

He grimaced. "I am not a boy!" he shrieked, feeling weak, I tried to run to the door, but he stopped me before I moved an inch. He smiled at me, revealing his fangs. He laughed as my green eyes went wide with shock. "Now, Sa-Ku-Ra, why don't you just calm down. I'm not going to harm you." I screamed

"Well I'm going to hurt you!" I whapped him across the head, and guess what! It didn't do squat!

"My hand, oh God! Ouch!" I held my hurt hand against my chest. He stared at me, his black eyes watching me hurt myself. "I didn't know you were a masochist."

I looked at him, "At least I'm not a pervert watching girls in the shower!" He glared at me, and suddenly I found myself thrown onto the bed. "I am not a pervert!" He declared angrily.

"Oh really?" I said snidely. "Then tell me, why were you in my bathroom, watching me dress, and why are you holding me while I'm on the bed?" I said with a mocking tone.

He immediately disappeared and then I heard a loud thump in the attic. As soon as he left, shattering noises filled the whole house as the light bulbs shattered. I grabbed my slugger bat and I grabbed my flashlight.

"Oh god, this is worse than that vacation at the castle in Germany." I mumbled. I screamed as I stepped on broken glass. Suddenly he was right there. "Geez, lay out a blood trap to get me to come." I looked down and saw blood pooling on the ground. I looked back at him, ready for him to attack like a shark does at the smell of blood.

Instead, he got out the first aid kit and treated my wound. He looked up at me and smiled. "Well, Sakura, you sure like causing yourself physical pain!" I stared at him. "Why were you up there in the attic?" I asked warily. He stared at me, obviously debating whether to answer.

"Well, why is my coffin in your house?" I was taken aback. "M-My parents discovered your coffin in Dracula's castle and they shipped it over here to be put in a Museum.

"My, father's castle you say?" I tried not to laugh at his dumbfounded look. "Wait, what year is it?" I started to crack up. "2009 Sir." I said mockingly.

"I've been asleep for 300 freaking years?" He exclaimed.

Ok, I fess up; I started to laugh my head off.

He glared at me. "Hari har har. It's not like you spent three-fourths of your life in a stupid, lonely box."

"Well, a couple decades earlier and you would have been crucified on a cross for claiming to be undead." I said with a smile. He glared at me again. Then with a smile, he replied. "Any sooner and I would have missed out with a lovely snack." He said, looking at me.

"Try me, you big zombie." I said, with an evil smile. Fangs fell from his upper jaw. He edged closer to me. "I am so going to love being your room mate!" Ok, I admit it, I screamed my head off.

I looked at him. "Can you go up to the attic so I can sleep now?"

grumbling, I watch him open the door and clamber up into the shadows. He popped his head down from the opening. "By the way, my name is Sasuke." I waited till the door closed, then I walked up to the door and closed the bolt lock.

After cleaning the glass and changing the light bulbs, I took a long, hot shower. I got out and put my nice Pjs on, slipping into my mega comfort bed. I was nearly asleep, when I heard a glass shatter down stairs.

"Sasuke…" I grumbled. I took my bat, ready to kick his stupid batness. I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Stop it right there!" I called out. I was, of course, rewarded with a knife to my throat. "Now miss, be quiet, or my grip might slip." I felt like screaming, but instead, I sent a silent scream, hoping the psychic bat boy would hear it.

He did.

The thief let out a small grunt as he dropped like, well, a bat hit by a rock; a hard UNDEAD rock. Sasuke walked toward me, and embraced me quietly. I felt like I should struggle, but I didn't. I don't know why, but I was starting to like this guy. "Heh, I like you too, Saku-chan." I growled, stupid mind reading vampire.

I kicked him off. "Ok! My nerves are officially fried. Go back to your stupid crate so I can sleep in peace!" He gave off a guilty vibe. "Uh, your bed? Was that the broken piece of wood that I saw?" My heart dropped. "What did you do?"

This got a nervous laugh out of him. "Well, what I didn't do might not be positively true, but I persay I did break you bed while saving you, would I be, and hopefully I won't, dead. Again?" I glared at him. "Oh no, not dead, just permanently scarred."

He let out a little yipe and ran to the attic. I heard him saying as he ran, "You can't get me!" I screamed in frustration and went up the attic door. I immediately regretted it as the door closed and locked on me. "Oh crap."

"Yippie! You visited me!" He said happily. "Wanna sleep in the coffin too?" He looked at me, patting the coffin. "Bite me." I growled. I immediately regretted that. "Ok!" He said. I screamed as he disappeared. He grabbed be from behind and caressed my neck.

"No, not yet, go to bed, and good afternoon."