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It's hard to explain.

"Let's move it! Move it! Move it!"

I was shouting orders all morning because I was so excited to be going hunting. I was sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala, leaning over to beep the horn about fifty times. My Dad, Pop, and Uncle came out about a minute later.

Pop was not happy about the idea of me going with them but Aunt Sarah said that my Dad told him that I was his daughter and it was his decision. I know you're probably thinking, at least we're getting along now. But you'd be wrong because we only get along for about five minutes before the fights start in again.

Uncle Sam leaned down to my window, "What are you doing in the front? That's my seat. Move it to the back girlie."

"Fine, if it'll get you guys moving faster I'll do it."

I climbed into the back seat as they got into the front. A minute later we were on the road following my Pop to our next hunt.

"So what are we hunting?" I asked.

Uncle Sam explained, "Vampires, we have to figure where they live then…"

"Decapitate them." I finished.

My Dad glanced in the mirror at me, "What? I read a lot."

"That's your influence." My Dad addressed Sam.

"Well because of my influence you're daughter isn't a fumbling idiot."

"Are you calling me a fumbling idiot?"

"Hey, Lenny, Squiggy, cut it out. So Uncle Sam, tell me about the vamps. Do we have any lead of where they might live?"

"There's a seedy bar on the out skirts of the town so we think somewhere around there."

"Dad, will I actually get to chop ones head off?" I asked excitedly.

"How many teen agers do you think ask their parents that?" Sam laughed.

"Yeah sure T.J. if you're quick enough you can."

"Oh I'll be quick enough alright."

We were about an hour into the drive when my cell phone rang. It was Kevin. I snorted and looked at my Dad.

"This'll be a fun conversation...Hello?"

"Hi..."

"Hi, do you want something?"

"I was wondering where you are. I was just at your house and no one was there."

"Mini-vacation."

"With your Dad?"

"And my Uncle and Pop."

"Oh..."

"Listen Kevin, you made it pretty damn clear that you didn't want to be my friend anymore last night, so why are you calling me?"

"I'm so sorry T.J. I take it back. Please let's just pretend it never happened."

I sighed, "No."

"No?"

"You heard me, I don't want to go through this again. Bye Kevin."

I hung up and leaned my head on the window. I could see my Dad glancing at me from the corner of my eye.

"Teresa Jane? You okay?" Sam asked.

"I would be if you stop calling me that. T.J. it's not that hard of a name"

"Why do you hate Teresa Jane so much? It's a beautiful name."

"It's hard to explain."

"Try." Sam pushed.

"Later Uncle Sam, I'm kind of tired."

"Lay off her, Sam. She and Kevin aren't getting along to well." Dad said.

I sighed and closed my eyes. At the hotel I insisted on having my own room. Pop, again, wasn't happy but my Dad didn't really care. I was lying on my bed when someone knocked on my door. I opened and let Uncle Sam inside.

"What's up, dude?"

"Well, I wanted to know why you hate the name Teresa Jane."

I sighed, "You're really not letting this go, are you?"

"Nope."

"Alright, well you know how your parents give you your name?"

"Yes."

"And parents are the people that take care of you, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, Mom named me Teresa Jane but I don't think of her as my parent. Dad was the first one to call me T.J. and he's my parent. So I go by the name he gave me."

Sam smiled and I rolled my eyes, "Don't give me that look. It's not meant to be sentimental it's meant to be practical."

"Sure it is, kid. Now come on Pop wants to have a little pre-hunt meeting in his room."

"This isn't going to be as fun as I thought it was, is it?"

"Oh kid, you have so much to learn."