My days were becoming peaceful and I was happily slipping into a routine. I wasn't surprised to discover that I didn't miss the mission planning or the constant talk of the overpopulating humans who needed to be destroyed. For the first time since my family died I feel happy, truly happy. I didn't want it to end. I knew that I wouldn't be able to stay with him forever, especially with Butch's plan. Maybe I could tell him not to go into school on that day. No, he would wonder why I knew so much. If I could stop them, the vampires, I would. But they're too powerful.

And if I was being really honest with myself, I kept trying to pretend that if I didn't do anything to disrupt the status-Que then nothing would ever change.

I looked at my watch, Conner's class would be ending soon. He usually meets me here, in the student study area and then we head down to the canteen together to eat lunch. But today I was going to meet him outside his class and suggest that we go out for lunch because it was such a nice day.

I got to his class on the second floor and peered through the window. They all seemed to be finishing up an experiment. Well most of them, some boys were running their hands quickly through the bunson burner to prove to each other that they couldn't burn their hands. There were some people already back at their desks writing out their conclusions and some people were really far behind.

But it was all gone a second later as fire filled the room.

"No!" I shouted, devastated. Conner was in that room. The fire alarm sounded but I could still hear the sounds of screaming coming from inside the room.

I went to grasp the handle and rush in; but my hand met no resistance. I looked down to see that the door handle had been ripped off. But I didn't have time to worry about that now. I had to get to Conner. I took a few steps back and was about to kick the door down when a teacher run up to me.

"You can't go in there, the fumes are to great."

I snarled. How dare he try to stop me from getting to Conner. I pushed him with one hand and he went flying across to the other side of the corridor. My eyes turned red and my teeth elongate. I heard his skull break as his head it the wall. But I spared him not another thought. I had to get to Conner. I kicked the door down.

Now that the door could open most of the student ran out, crying, screaming and covered in dirty cloths. I scanned their faces. None of them were Conner. I walked in, for once I was glad that I couldn't breath other wise the fumes would have reduced me to my knees.

"Conner!" I screamed . I couldn't see him. I looked around again. There! His school back lay shredded and dirty on the floor next to an over turned table. I ran over to it. I picked up his bag and looked desperately from left to right. "Conner!"

I heard a moan. I immediately dropped the bag and picked up the over turned table and I threw it across the room. It was him.

"Come on!" I said as I picked him up effortlessly. I quickly ran out of the room and laid him down a few meters away from the door. About thirty seconds later the fire department came rushing up the stairs.

"Here!" I screamed at them. "Help him!"

An unconscious Conner was quickly fitted with an oxygen mask. They tried to give me one as well. I told them that I was fine.

In that moment they had more pressing things to be worried about other than a stubborn teenager.

A few hours later, I finally felt that I could relax. It was ten 'o'clock at night and I was sitting by Conner's hospital bed. Technically I wasn't supposed to be here and I'd had to climb through the window to get in but I had to see him. Make sure that he was still alright. I knew that with the amazing health care that we have nowadays that Conner was completely healed and they were just keeping him over night to make sure that they hadn't missed anything.

Right now he was a sleep. I should be too but I couldn't rest until I knew all the information. It's what I do for a living after all. The fire stared from a gas tank that was connected to a bunson burner. Apparently there was a leak that was slowly releasing gas. When one of the late starters had turned on the flame, there was an explosion and the curtains caught alight.

No one was killed. And the worst injury was the teacher that I threw across the room. He suffered a fractured skull but was already fully healed and back to work in a few days. Thankfully he didn't remember anything.

I should have felt relaxed and happy at that information when they told me but I couldn't. I'm not stupid. The door handle had been ripped off, a gas tank that is checked daylight; suddenly lose. No this was a planned attack. Somebody wanted someone in that room dead. And I had a sick feeling that I knew who the target was.

I made myself comfy, it was going to be a long night.

Over the next few days I gradually started to drop my guard. Nothing had happened to Conner and I was starting to think that maybe I had over reacted.

So things returned to normal, apart from the science room, which was still out of bounds.

The day of the trip came. Everyone was excited, not because of where we were going but because we got a day off school. We were currently in the coach, waiting to go. Everyone was talking about what they were going to do when we got there. Conner and I were sitting next to each other, our hands were joined and he was lazily stroking his thumb over mine. I looked up at his face. He was talking to Matt who was on the other side of the coach and didn't seem to be aware that he was doing it. I smiled. The two girls behind us started to squeal about their boyfriends and the noise was hell for my senses. I started to feel claustrophobic and my head pounded. I removed my hand from Conner's and rubbed my temples, trying to relive the pain. At the loss of contact, Conner broke off his conversation with Matt and looked at me. His eyes swam with concern as he saw the pain on my face.

"Headache?" he asked.

I nodded. I heard Conner moving and looked up to see him pulling out a pair of head phones.

"I doubt that's going to help." I said apologetically to him.

"They're noise cancelling headphones, they should block out the sounds of dweedle-dee and dweedle-dum behind us."

I took them from him and put them in my ears. "Thank you." I whispered.

He just shrugged, knowing that I wouldn't be able to hear him if he said anything. He opened his arms to me and I gladly fell into them. I sighed in relief as his sent surrounded me, making me feel safe. I almost laughed at that last thought, I felt safe with a human. I'm a vampire, the top predator in the world, yet I felt safe in Conner's arms.

Before I knew it we had arrived. The globe theater. Not very impressive. It was one of the oldest buildings, and It wasn't even the original one. Humans had designed and created much more beautiful buildings, making this place look like a dump. English teachers are desperately trying to get kids interested in English history, a pointless battle if you ask me, not many people nowadays know who Shakespeare is. The wood that the theater was made out of was so old that we couldn't sit in the stands and It wasn't safe for actors to be on the stage.

I suddenly felt uneasy. the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. There was another predator close by. Conner squeezed my hand "Everything OK?" he asked. I didn't answer him. The predator was so close I could sense it, I looked around but couldn't see anything. But I knew he was there. He was angry, furious and hungry. His prey was in sight. "Kathrine?" I heard a hiss when Conner spoke and my worst fears were confirmed. A Vampire was after Conner.