Chapter 3

"B—but you're a vampire," Charley stated dumbfounded.

Grace smiled, amused. The amusement on Grace's face made Charley glare.

"What?" Charley asked.

"I guess I will explain it to you," Grace said patting the rail that he sat on, motioning for Charley to sit beside him. Charley sat beside him, after a pause.

"well in the beginning, vampires were pure, we could walk in the day, just as pure humans could walk in the day, but we were bound by rules that half breeds are not, just as they are bound in ways we are not. We started mixing with humans..," Graced explained.

"What limits you?" Charley interrupted.

"Well when we imprint with a human, we can't feed from anyone but that human or the human will die," Grace said frankly.

"Have you imprinted with someone," Charley asked curious now.

"No," Grace said, but suddenly his face changed.

It went from fun, to serious in a blink of and eye. That's when Charley saw it. It looked like mist, but slowly it started materializing into a disfigured human looking thing.

A growl like sound accepted this beings chest.

"You dare show yourself in front of a human," Grace yelled, a sword forming in his hand.

"What's going on?" Charley asked.

"Get back Charley," Grace ordered.

As quick as a blink of an eye a fight had erupted between the two. Blood seemed to be coming everywhere. Everything to Charley was a blur. Until she seen Grace fall and the thing disappear into mist.

Charley walked to Grace sitting beside him, pulling his head in her lap.

"Well I guess this is pay back for the kindness you showed me," She said as she pulled a razor blade from her wrist band. She made a deep long cut after she removed her wrist band. She put it to his lips, the blood flowing down his throat until his eyes open. His hands locked onto her wrist at first, his grip strong, unrelenting, his eyes blood thirsty. Then slowly he gained control, he pushed her wrist away.

"Get away," He ordered his voice husky.

"What did I do," Charley asked not understanding what she had done wrong.

In an instant he had her against a wall, he kissed her neck softly.

"You didn't do anything, I don't trust myself," Grace whispered softly, his hands holding hers against the wall.

"I trust you," Charley replied softly.

"Don't," Grace replied, stepping back and releasing her hands, "Go in, sleep," He replied as he went to walk away. Charley reached and grabbed his shirt, "what was that," Charley asked.

"That was a 'thingymabobber,'" Grace replied.

"You have to be joking with me," Charley replied.

"Yeah, I didn't come up with the name so don't blame me," Grace said.

"What is it," Charley asked.

"It's the energy of a dead vampire hunter, just like pure vampires, they actually never die, just there bodies," Grace said.

Charley paused; she felt something new between them.

"I imprinted on you, that's the connection you feel," Grace replied.

Charley didn't know what to think, was she feeling something real, or just something because of the imprint. She decided she wasn't going to fight it, at least not right now. She hugged him, and then stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

"Thank you," Charley said with a smile.

"I should be the one thanking you," He replied and disappeared into the shadows of the night.