A/N- I am sooooo sorry for keeping you guys waiting for months! I feel terrible, but I had lots of things holding me back. Person life things and honestly I haven't written anything since the last chapter. But I'm back! Here is a little taste of what's to come. Sorry if it's not up to caliber. I'm a little rusty.

It was dark all around her. She had no idea where she was or how she got there. Feeling her heart race, she breathed in deeply through her mouth and out her nose. Now was not the time for her nerves to get the best of her. Her heart-rate rapidly increased when she heard the ever familiar voice of her dead grandmother.

"Chessy? Chessy, dear? Can you hear me?"

Chesteen Jennings heard her grandmother, but couldn't see her. "Gram? Gram, is that you? Where are you? Why can't I see you? Gram I'm scared."

"Oh honey, there is no need to be frightened. I'm here to warn you."

"Warn me of what?"

"When it is birthed, the gods will weap and the world will fall to it's knees."

Chesteen was confused. "Gram, what does that mean? Gram?"

"Chessy, listen to me. Things are about to change for you. Change in ways you could never imagine. But I am here to tell you that it is for the greater good. Don't doubt your calling."

Chesteen threw her arms up. "My calling? Gram, what are you talking about?"

"It'll all make sense soon, dear. Just keep your eyes and your heart open. Can you promise me that?"

Tears began to fall from Chesteen's eyes. "Yeah, Gram, I promise." Chesteen inhaled deeply. "I miss you so much Gram."

"I miss you too sweetheart. I love you."

Before Chesteen could say another word, she gasped for breath and found herself in bed. It was dark, but she slowly put the pieces together. It was all a dream.

...

It was three o'clock in the morning and Chesteen Jennings was walking through a graveyard. While many would find this rather creepy, Chessy found it calming. Everyone around her was at peace, something she wished she could feel. Her dream made her feel really unsettled. Not because her dead grandmother was relaying some cryptic messgae to her, but because it felt so REAL. Chessy had never experience anything like it before.

SNAP. The sound of a twig snapping startled Chesteen.

Chesteen turned around. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

SNAP.

"Who's there? You're not being funny." Chessy's heart began to pick up pace.

SNAP.

"I'm getting really pissed off. Show your damn face so I know who I'm about to punch."

"Ooh, someone's fiesty." A deep raspy voice said.

"Someone's being a dick. What kinda man tries to scare someone in a graveyard, like really?" Chesteen sounded like she wasn't scared, but inside her heart was about to pop ut of her chest.

"Who said I was a man?"

SNAP.

Chessy gulped. "Well, sorry Miss, but you sound rather butch."

"Who said I was a Miss?"

SNAP.

"Okay, well you gotta be something! Would you mind showing your damn self?"

SNAP. SNAP. SNAP.

Silence. Pure stilled eerie silence. Chesteen stood there like a statue. Listening.

Chesteen flew around and grabbed the figure who lunched at her. She threw it to the ground and walked over to it.

"Whoa, little lady. Nice to meet you too." The man, if you would call it that, has a disfigured face, yellow eyes that looked as if they were staring into your soul, and pointy teeth.

"Wish I could say the same." Chessy put her foot to the thing's throat. "What are you?"

"I'm the the monster in the dark your parents always said never exsisted."

Chesteen pushed her foot deeper into it's throat. "So, give me one good reason why I shouldn't pop your head off like a champagne cork."

The thing grabbed Chessy's leg and flipped her over. She fell to the ground and it got up over her. "You can't kill me. You couldn't even hurt me if you wanted to," he chuckled "You're just a girl."

She may have been a girl, but she was a girl who had lived on the streets for most of her life. She knew how to take care of herself. She slipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out a switchblade. Quicker than a lightning bolt she slashed the thing's leg.

"Ahhh! You little bitch!" he stumbled back and fell onto his back.

Chessy shot up without hesitation and sat on the monster's chest, putting the blade to it's throat. "Can't hurt you, huh?" she dug the knife into his flesh.

The disfigured thing screamed.

"Hmm, looks like you're hurting to me." Chessy pushed further in the monster's throat until the handle was the only part of the blade visable.

Monster Man screamed and then stopped moving all together. Chessy got up from the thing and realized what she had done.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. What di- what did I do? What the hell?" she cupped her hand over her mouth. She tried to convince herself she had to do it. He was going to kill her if she didn't. But she still felt horrible.

She got her bag off the ground and turned to leave. Just then Chesteen found herself being hurled across the graveyard, landing with on thud on her stomach. It must have beent he adrenaline or something, because it didn't even phase her. She picked herself right up and looked for what threw her.

"So, maybe you can hurt me. Gold star for you. But, you're kidding yourself if you think you can kill me." the creepy thing started walking towards her.

"Can I give it go? I think you'll find my head-chopping skills to die for. Pun fully intended."

Chessy turned around to see a woman holding an ax like weapon. She had shoulder length brown hair and skin tight jeans. Before she coudl ask who she was, the woman began running towards the beastly figure. Chesteen sat there fully amazed. The woman was a machine. Punching and swinging like no tomorrow. The monster hardly ever got a throw in. And then, jsut like that, she wisked her ax through the air and POOF! The thing turned to dusk. What. The. Hell?

"That was a vampire incase you were wondering," the brunette walked over to Chesteen "I'm Fath." she extended her hand for a shake.

Chesteen shook her hand, "Uh-uh a-a-a vampire? N-n-no that's impossible."

"Then how do you explain him turning into dust?" Faith crossed her arms across her chest.

"I can't." Chessy looked at the ground. What the hell was going on?

Faith put her arm around the scared looking girl, "What's your name, sweet thing?"

"Chesteen."

"Pretty name. Come on let's get out of here."

"Where are we going?" Chessy wasn't exactly in the mood for trusting strangers, even if one just saved her life.

"My place. There are some things you should know. Us meeting wasn't an accident."

Chesteen stepped back cautiously. "What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

"I don't mean to sound preachy or stuffy, but here it goes. Chesteen, you have a destiny, a calling if you will."

A calling. Gram said something about a calling in her dream! She said not to doubt it. But that was a dream. It didn't mean anything did it? Then again she was in the graveyard because of how real it felt. Was this all suppose to happen?

"This is insane."

"Trust me you don't even know the half of it."

"Not helping!"

"Right, sorry, kid. Just come with me. I swear I'm not gonna try and feel you up. I mean unless you me too?" Faith winked at Chessy.

Chesteen just looked at Faith.

Faith let out a laugh. "I'm kidding sweetie. Gosh, lighten up! You just survived a life threatening situation. Come with me and we can drink all the alcohol your teeny body can handle.

For some reason, Chesteen trusted Faith. It was weird, but she did. "Okay, but I want to hold the ax thingy. For personal comfort."

Faith smiled. "Sure thing."

A/N- sorry it's so short. I wasn't going to cut it off there, but I figured I kept you guys waiting long enough. I'll try to get a new chapter up ASAP!