I'm people are happy about my return, and I'm even sorrier that I was away so long. I liked Fairy of the Flame's guess of what might happen so much I considered changing what I was already going to do, but I decided to stick to the plan...maybe there will be a bonus chapter in the future? Anyway, here's part two, pleeeeease revieeeeeeew! =]

~*Ten (part two)*~

Two skinny ten-year-olds with bleach white hair trotted happily to the woodland border of the cemetery, debating whether or not they had time for another round of hide-and-go-seek. The boy squinted at the gradually lightening sky and knew that, no matter how much he wanted otherwise, they didn't have any other choice but to head for home.

"It is kind of a long walk," Luna said softly, as though reading her twin's mind.

"Or a long flight," Jagger's grin was wicked, "if I decided I didn't want to wait around for you."

Luna shoved him, "Oh, fly away bat-boy—it's not like you're that fun to be around."

"I'm lots of fun," Jagger insisted before raising an eyebrow, "and who are you calling bat-boy?"

Luna rolled her eyes, "Wellll, you turn into a bat, so who do you think I'm calling bat-boy?"

"That's what vampires do, we turn into bats," Jagger argued before his mismatched eyes suddenly brightened, "Hey, do you wanna see something cool?"

"Sure," Luna smiled, and her own face reflected her twin's excitement. If there was anything that Jagger was better than everybody at, it was being a vampire; he was always learning new tricks, figuring out new things, and it often made for very entertaining viewing.

"Alright. I haven't showed this to anyone else," Now the boy's eyes were gleaming. Luna gave a short nod of affirmation, and Jagger returned the motion, "Okay."

Jagger dropped his hands to his sides and let his eyes flutter closed. He steadied his breathing, and his brows knit in concentration. Luna watched in amazement as Jagger's skinny arms slowly transformed, expanding and melting into huge leathery wings. Luna gasped and Jagger opened his eyes, catching Luna's gaze and grinning.

"Cool, huh?"

Luna nodded. Her twin was standing before her, completely normal, except for those wings, "You'll have to teach me how to do that! You know...later."

"Of course, of course!" Jagger promised, already looking forward to the prospect, even though it was practically a million, billion years away, "I'll teach you everything."

"Can you fly like that?" The girl wondered, running her deft little fingers over those impossible wings that, given the size, looked more like they belonged to a dragon than a bat. Suddenly, Jagger snorted with laughter, much to Luna's confusion.

"That tickles!" He finally answered, and Luna found herself giggling.

Then, without warning, Jagger went rigid.

"Someone's coming," he whispered harshly, and now Luna heard it too. It wasn't just one person, either, it was a lot of people, and they were close. The twins froze like deer in the headlights, and Luna glanced over to see that Jagger's bat wings were still in place.

"Change back!" She hissed urgently. Now Jagger looked at his wings, seeming surprised.

"I—I can't!" He needed time, and he needed to be calm, two things that were pretty much impossible right now. Jagger cast a frantic glance around the cemetery, his gaze finally landing on an open grave several yards away. Not having time to think, the young vampire instinctively shot across the old bone-yard to the tomb.

A dismayed Luna watched her twin disappear into the dirt as the voices grew closer. She too panicked, and she had precious little time to sort out what to do. Well, she couldn't leave Jagger—if Luna left him in a graveyard with the sun coming up, her parents would kill her.

Luna stood at the lip of the hole, noting with disgust the worms nosing their way out of the moist dirt.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," She muttered to herself before taking a deep breath and plunging down the six feet into the hole. Luna landed on the lid of a coffin, earning a muffled shout of annoyance from Jagger, who she presumed was enclosed within the glossy box.

And the fun just keeps on leaving, The sapphire-eyed girl thought caustically as she slipped into the coffin as well, snapping at her brother in a whisper to scoot over.

"Well. This is nice," Jagger intoned, matching the sarcasm of Luna's thoughts. Now that Luna had had a chance to calm down, the reality situation finally dawned on her.

"Jagger, we're in a coffin."

"Yes."

"In a cemetery."

"Yes."

"And there's something under us."

"Yes."

"Please tell me that it's not what I think it is."

"That depends...what do you think it is?"

"Jagger, what are we lying on?"

"...Would you believe that it's a sack of potatoes?"

Luna bit back a shriek.

"Shh," Jagger's voice floated through the darkness, "listen."

Luna did. She would have done anything to take her mind of the circumstances. The congregation had arranged themselves around the open grave, and someone was talking in a low, muted voice. There were muffled sobs coming from above, and slight thuds sounded on the coffin as flowers landed on the lid. It was a funeral.

"Who has a funeral at four-o-bloody-clock in the morning?" Jagger growled angrily, not exactly thrilled to be in this position either.

"I don't know, but I have to get out of here!" Luna had calmed down a bit, but this was still way more than she could handle.

"Look on the bright side, at least are current mattress is still fresh," Jagger offered, only receiving Luna's bony elbow in his ribs as a response.

"The sun's coming up," Jagger said tonelessly after several beats of silence.

"Vampire bacon," Luna muttered, grimly now.

"Right."

Jagger racked his mind desperately for a solution—how were they going to get out of this? Jagger was frightened now, and Luna was starting to whimper despite her efforts to be strong. Jagger made his decision.

"Alright, we're getting out of here," he stated decisively, searching for Luna's eyes in the darkness, "but we're going to do it like proper vampires." He took a breath, and Luna waited for him to continue, "On the count of three, we are going to jump out of this coffin hissing, snarling, and gnashing our teeth. We are going to scare every single member of this congregation so bad, they're gonna sleep with nightlights until they're ninety. Sound good?"

Luna nodded, and she even smiled a bit.

"Okay," Jagger exhaled, "One."

"Two," Luna continued for him, and Jagger thought again of how brave she could be for a skinny little mortal girl who wore pink.

"Three," They said at the same time.

Ready or not, here we come.

The coffin lid burst open, and the children streaked out like white flames. They landed in crouches on the ground, making faces and noises that would give Bela Lugosi nightmares. Screams ripped through the graveyard, and people ran, crying and shrieking and falling as they slipped on mud or bashed into tombstones. Luna and Jagger gave chase, scattering the twenty-or-so people into the forest, who cared about nothing other than escape in their terrified confusion. It was chaos, and it was all centered around two cadaverous, feral-looking children.

Once everyone was gone, it was Jagger and Luna's turn to run. The twins bolted to their home, not so much as easing their sprint until they reached the stone walls of the old castle.

The pair stopped to catch their breath. White hair dripped over gaunt faces as they leaned against the wall. Then their eyes met, and for a few seconds, the children just looked at each other before they burst out into hysterics. Jagger and Luna collapsed against each other on the slick, grassy ground, both of them shrieking with laughter.

"Did you see their faces?"

"That one guy was crying!"

"I thought they were gonna pee themselves!"

"A few of them did!"

The exclamations died down, and now all they could do was laugh so hard that tears streaked down their alabaster faces until the dawn chased away the darkness.

~*~

Jagger and Luna sure know how to get into trouble, huh? Now press the little button right under this one and tell me whatcha think! Next week is eleven!