The cute vampire boy creepily edged closer, smirking.

Okay, that's my signal to get the HELL out of there. I ran over to James who was staring up at the tallest vampire. Tony was as well, however he was clutching onto Rudolph for dear life.

The tallest vampire spat out, "Mortals!"

He swept down to Tony's level, only to shoot right back up again after getting a whiff of blood. Hm. That's awkward.

Tony stammered out, "I'm-I'm Rudolph's friend. And he gave me a bite proof guarantee."

James scoffed, "Let's see how long that lasts.."

The vampire seemed to ignore us, his eyes focused on poor little Tony. He took his two fingers and rested them under Tony's chin. I gasped when he was actually lifting him in the air. Wow, vampires ARE really strong.

"You're not anything to my son. Victim either slave, dinner perhaps. But you can NEVER be his friend!"

Rudolph interrupted, "But he likes vampires! He dreams about us!"

This is getting ugly.

Linking my arm with James's, I steered him away from the crowd.

James asked, clearly annoyed, "Why'd you do that?"

Poking his forehead, I questioned, "Would you like to get bitten?"

James wrinkled his brow in resentment, "No..."

I encouraged, "So once that dude scares Tony out of the graveyard, we'll follow---."

My brilliant plan was cut off short when James was tackled to the ground by the handsome vampire. Okay...that was something I did NOT see coming.

I yelled, trying to push the vampire away from James, "Get off him!"

The woman with the puffy hair gasped, "Gregory!"

Gregory..? So that's his name.

James struggled under Gregory's grip. His fangs were beaming in the moonlight...about to dive into James's exposed neck.

The tallest vampire bellowed, "ENOUGH!"

Gregory growled and got off the traumatized James, punching his fists repeatedly.

The tallest vampire turned his attention back to Tony, "Leave I say!"

He then roared at Tony, who staggered backwards screaming. Tony ran away, tumbling over tombstones and rocks.

The tall vampire turned to James and I, about to scare us off as well when...

The little vampire girl gasped suddenly, her head snapping to the front gate.

James who picked himself up from the ground, exclaimed, "Woah! Nice gun dude!"

Standing before us, was a man with messy black hair, rotten teeth and black leathery jacket with matching pants. He was holding a huge gun that had little wooden stakes poking out of it.

The tallest vampire sneered, "ROOKERY!"

He motioned his family to escape into some kind of tomb. Gregory obeyed, however, not before bumping his shoulder harshly against James.

James whined, "Hey!"

I rolled my eyes, "We have more important things to worry about now! How about we RUN?"

James nodded and we both hid behind another tombstone, looking in on the scene before us.

The tall vampire threatened, "Stay away from my family! Do your worst!"

Rookery only smirked and edged closer, about to fire his huge vampire slaying machine. However, when he pressed the button, no sharp stakes came flying out. Rookery glanced at his weapon confused, while the tall mighty vampire smiled, advancing towards the defenseless hunter.

Rookery pulled out a bright cross before the vampire could attack him. The vampire covered himself with his cape quickly, hissing like no tomorrow.

James commented, "This is like a scene in a monster movie.."

"Dude, I think we ARE in a monster movie."

Rookery tore his eyes from the pained vampire and turned his attention over to the gate, where Tony was standing, gripping the cord to machine.

James whispered, "Why doesn't he run?"

Because he is Tony, that's why.

Rookery growled at Tony, "You!"

He turned around expecting to see the tall vampire, however he disappeared. Hey! Where did he go?

As if Rookery changed his mind, he spun around, advancing to Tony with the bright cross. Tony gazed at it fearfully, his mouth hung open.

Rookery kept flinging the blasted cross around, waiting for Tony to scream in pain. Oh yeah, he thinks Tony is a vampire. Wow. What an idiot!

"What kind of blood sucker are you..."

James jumped up from our hiding place, "If he doesn't run from the light then he obliviously isn't one!"

Thanks James. Blew our hiding place.

Rookery smiled evilly, "Two more bloodsuckers to deal with..."

Ugh.

Rookery turned his back and walked towards Tony, who started to dash up a hill, probably having no idea where he was going.

He kept running, until he was at the top, turing around to see Rookery hot on his trail. Suddenly, the ground gave in and down went Tony.

What the hell?!!

James pointed, "The ground ate him."

Rookery looked down at the hole in interest and gripped a gun from his back pocket. Why didn't he use that in the first place? Aiming it into the hole, he shot it.

Suddenly, a man with a beanie appeared out of nowhere, riding on a bike.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Rookery glanced at the man below him and grunted, "Mind your own business."

The man with the beanie replied, "It is! This is my cemetery! Visiting hours are from dawn to dusk! Now...GET A MOVE ON!"

Rookery raised his gun slightly to the care taker, only to hesitantly walk out of the cemetery. Once the care taker rode away on his bike, James and I climbed up the hill and peered into the hole.

James asked quitely, "Some underground cave?"

I sat down on the edge of the opening, "Only one way to find out."

With that, I let myself drop into the hole. I braised myself to hit the floor, however I landed in some cold rock hard arms. Wha??

Opening my eyes, I took in my surroundings. So it IS some underground cave! I squirmed in the embrace of my catcher.

They hissed dangerously. Uh oh. A hiss.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

James fell unto the stone floor moments later, groaning loudly.

"That was a long way down."

Gregory still had me in his arms. I'm surprised he didn't bite my head off yet. James noticed this and shouted, "Wanna let her down?"

Gregory abruptly dropped me, my shoulder collided with the stone floor. Ouch.

I mumbled, "You could have done it gently..."

Gregory scolded down at me, "Mortals.."

With that he walked away, deeper in the dark cave.

Well then!

James helped me up, I massaged my slightly bruised shoulder.

"He's a prick." James said.

I nodded in agreement as we walked in the direction Gregory had gone.

That was definitely not a 'so the lion fell in love with the lamb' moment. Damn. Reality sucks.

A/N: Review please?