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A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I had writer's block and I just decided to keep this chapter the same with its original one. Feel free to help me out if something doesn't make sense or just review commenting on what you read.

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Chapter Seven

Emma and Charley walked inside the large penthouse. The two looked around in awe and the woman stopped spinning as she scented something familiar nearby. She turned towards a wall and saw a poster of three different werewolves howling at the moon. The woman sauntered over towards it and looked at the picture of the full moon. Emma twirled around and saw different weapons.

Walking along the display cases, she looked in them and realized that some of the weapons looked strangely familiar. Charley walked up to a werewolf model after looking around and stared at it in awe. "Amazing."

The brunette walked towards the cutout and tilted her head at it. "It's a bit curious to me." Emma spotted a cardboard cutout of a werewolf. 'Brown fur and black eyes.' She thought and pursed her lips. 'Long bushy tail.' She put a hand through her brown hair and looked up towards the head again. "Pointy ears." She said out loud. Her breath hitched in her throat and gently grazed the cardboard.

"It's like he's worshiping this werewolf," Charley stated and shrugged. "It looks so real," He turned towards the huge poster and furrowed his brow. "Or maybe a whole pack of werewolves, hard to tell."

The brunette stroked the wolf's face and felt how smooth it was. "Protection made of glass?" She asked herself and raised a brow. "How is this possible?"

The teen then looked over seeing Peter watching them with an odd look and the kid nudged the brunette. Emma turned and quickly retrieved her hand from the werewolf model. "Please don't touch that," he scolded and walked towards them. He stood next to the woman and she suddenly felt strange when he neared her. The brunette looked over at him slowly and saw him gazing at the wolf model. "The best of my collection," he started and faced her. "You like what you see?"

Charley nodded and noticed Emma was still staring at him. "Ms. Blake." He whispered and looked down awkwardly.

"Oh," Emma blinked and looked away alerted. "Yeah, it looks so," she started and scratched her head in thought of a word. "So realistic." She finished and looked over at him who was smirking.

"I meant me," he responded and grinned. "You were staring," he added and she looked away uneasily while putting a hand through her hair. "I'm just joking, have a seat," he told them and Charley rolled his eyes as he made his way towards a chair. "Want a drink?"

Emma shook her head and smiled warmly. "No thanks, I don't drink."

She watched as he walked behind the counter. He smirked at Emma as he picked up a green bottle and she raised her eyebrows. "Looks like piss but I'm hooked," He said to her and she only smiled in response. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously as that strange feeling was gone when he left her. "Are you sure you don't want anything?" Peter asked the brunette seductively and she shook her head hiding her blush. He looked her up and down. "You look familiar, have we met before?"

"No, I don't think so," She answered with a smirk and he stared at her for a beat. Charley watched them from afar and she nodded towards the teen. "I'm going to have a seat."

She walked to sit in a chair next to Charley and watched as Peter came over while fixing his leather pants in the most inappropriate way. "Leather, it doesn't breathe, you know?" He told them and sat on the chair. "These fuckin' rashes are killing me..." He muttered cringing and Charley looked away getting uncomfortable. Emma pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. "So..." He started as he was done 'fixing' himself and peeled off his fake beard. "I'm your expert, huh?" He finished and peeled off the mustache.

"Yeah, let's say I want to kill one, how would I do it?"

"Depends. You got fire, beheading," He answered and Emma looked down as she was in a trance. "Or go classic..." He said before saying the next sentence with her in unison, "Stab through the heart," Peter faced her surprised and started to gawk at her in a flirting way. "She gets it, why not ask her?" He teased and Charley glanced at Emma oddly. She looked over at him and he pointed towards Charley. "Are you guys related?"

"No, he's my neighbor."

"Ah, that's a relief," He replied and smirked at her. "Are you comfortable?" She just stared at him in a loss of words. "Not cold? Is the fire warm enough? Is it too hot? Want a drink?" Charley faced him getting annoyed by the sudden change of topic.

Emma nodded in response. "I'm-"

"Great, Ginger!" He shouted the second she nodded thinking she's wanting a drink. Charley covered his face in annoyance.

"No, no, I'm fine..."

Peter groaned and faced the door. "Never mind Ginger, get your lazy ass back in your room," Charley and Emma peered over seeing a dark haired woman stopping at the doorway then turn around with a huff. "Don't get bitchy with me for trying to get a beautiful woman comfortable!"

The brunette blushed as she put a hand through her long hair and looked towards the floor while smiling sweetly. "You're very charming, Mr. Vincent."

He smirked at her and the teenager faced the man. "Could we get back on topic, my friend's missing and I think one of them took him!" The boy shouted in annoyance and Emma faced Charley alerted by his tone.

Peter glared at him for the use of his tone. "You little..." He started angrily and faced the brunette. She slightly glared at him. He contained himself for the woman's sake. "Fine, who's the guy?"

"Jerry. He lives next door to me."

"Jerry?"

"I know, horrible name, but it's no joke I printed up these photos and if you'll look at-"

"Ginger!" Peter called as he stood and Charley stood up afterwards. "You are a nut job. Ginger!"

"No, I know how all this sounds, if you'll just look at these pictures!" The teenager stated and sat the picture on a table.

Emma noticed Ginger beside the boy. "Get this loser out of my sight," He ordered his assistant and she pulled Charley by the arm. Peter saw the brunette standing from the chair and before she left, he grabbed her arm. "That neighbor of yours," he started watching the boy get escorted out. "Is a handful, I would keep an eye out," Charley stopped and faced Emma. He watched as the brunette stared at Peter in a trance. "I need five minutes with you," He told her and glared at the teenager. "But you get out of my fucking house!"

"Wait in the car, Charley, this might be a while." She said to the boy who nodded and went out.

"Don't get me wrong," Peter started and she faced him. "You're very beautiful; might I have your name?"

"It's Emma," She replied and smiled at him. "Emma Blake," He stared at her in thought and looked to be thinking about the name. She looked over at the werewolf models and back at him. "If you don't mind me asking, what's with the werewolves?" She asked and looked over at the model again. "I've never seen anyone into such predators."

"Predators?" He asked angrily and she jumped slightly at his sudden tone. "Do you know anything about werewolves?" He asked her irritably and she faced him blankly. "Not all werewolves are predators, this one specific wolf saved my life from death, not purposely, accidental, I don't care but I don't want you or anyone calling them beasts!"

Emma faced him in shock and looked over towards the werewolf poster. "You worship this wolf?" She asked and scratched her head curiously. She looked back over at Peter who was grasping his face and pursed her lips.

"Look…" He started after calming down and looked up at her calmly. "I'm sorry, I had a bad day, one of my actresses just insulted me and my show went to shit," he told her sincerely and she nodded at him. "Most of them said the exact same thing you did and I had enough with them."

"It's ok," Emma replied and smiled warmly. She faltered and looked towards the werewolf model in thought. "How did he save you?"

"I went through this my whole life," he responded flustered and she faced him curiously. "I'm fucking tired of saying the whole story from start to finish," he added and went over towards the counter. "All I have to say is one specific vampire ruined my life," The brunette's eyes went wide at that. "And that werewolf saved my life and, as crazy as this sounds, I want to find some way to find that wolf."

"I um…" She stuttered and looked down shyly. "I hate to break it to you, but even though he saved your life, I think he's so hard to find on purpose because he moved on."

"Uh huh," He replied in disbelief and turned to her after grabbing a bottle. "How do you know that?"

"I know about werewolves," she responded and backed towards the door. He watched her suspiciously with a slight nod. "I'm sorry to hear what happened to you and your parents, and-"

"Wait," He said and went to her with a strange look. "I never told you what happened to my parents."

"Oh?" She asked and shrugged. "I assumed," she stated and smiled at him. "Excuse me, I must get back to Charley, he has school and stuff," She shrugged at him and smiled as she turned for the door. "Nice meeting you, Peter."

~Later~

Later at night, the teen hurried upstairs and went into his room. He sat on his bed and took out her journal to continue reading it. I have to continue to read and look for good information about vampires. He glanced up at his door and listened to Emma's footsteps towards her room, he lowered the journal making sure she wouldn't catch him snooping.

After a while of silence, Charley looked down at the journal and spotted a few drawings of a dagger and other object that's significant to what he's about to read, then noticed the handwriting changed from scribbled to neat. As he read he saw everything play out in his head once again.

Journal...

Colby grabbed Emma's wrist and gripped his journal as they ran out of their room. "Keep close to me," He ordered and ran through the hallway. "The vampire might be…" He stopped and stopped as he saw the vampire pinning Conan to the wall. The werewolf kept snapping his jaw at the man and growled but stopped seeing his kids watching. Emma gasped horridly seeing a dead wolf lying on the ground behind them. Colby growled lightly and clenched his fists that tightened around his sister's wrist.

The vampire faced them and his lips curled into the most evil smile when he spotted Emma. "There she is," He said and chuckled. "The little beauty finally showed up," Colby swung her behind him and glared at the man. "Want to see your family die?" He asked darkly and smirked. Conan growled menacingly at him and the vampire put his silver dagger through their father's chest. He howled in pain and felt the dagger digging down his stomach until he became lifeless. "You have nobody to protect you now, Em," Emma shuddered seeing her father fall to his death and the vampire revealed the dagger to her. "I found this somewhere; it became very useful to me, to kill until I have what's rightfully mine."

"You won't lay a hand on her," Colby told him darkly and felt his pulse rising out of his protectiveness. "I won't let you hurt my sister!" He shouted and released both her hand and the journal. His body twisted from his anger and grasped his head in pain. "You will not take her from me," He murmured and growled as he started to tremble. He faced his sister and she frowned at him while backing away. "Get out of here, Em." She shook her head and he turned into one of the werewolves before running towards the vampire uncontrollably. The man whacked him and he flew towards the wall.

"Colby!" She shouted trembling in fright and the vampire smiled while approaching her slowly. She backed up from him and stopped against the wall. "Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?" The man stalked towards her and chuckled evilly

~Back to Charley~

Charley stopped reading and looked up seeing his door opening. He swiftly hid the journal and saw Emma walking in. "Hey Charley," She greeted and smiled. "Peter called back and he wants us there now." He nodded and she walked out of his room. He nodded and stood up before putting the journal in his pocket.

AN: So what do you think? What's with Emma's strange behavior? Please Review and tell me your thoughts.