[Saturday morning, 7 am. October 31.]

Since it was early in the morning, the whole club was quiet. The neon lights that illuminated the night were off, aside from the sunlight, their only light were a few light bulbs placed on temporary. Nobody was talking, all ten of them sitting in front of the stage. They were all waiting for him.

Alexander Craven, Greg's employer, (or Lord, as this was Craven' title) called all of them for a meeting. Greg wasn't a morning person but he was bound to his duty to serve him. He didn't know Craven very much, but in the job that he was in, he didn't need to learn anything about him, other than he has been alive for more than 300 years.

After a few minutes of silence, the backdoor next to the stage opened, and a handsome man with jet black hair came through it, stepping. He looked around with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Thank you all for coming, ladies and gentlemen," Craven said. "I assume you are all wondering what we are doing here early in the morning. Well, I have some news." Craven started pacing around the room.

"All of you know that the vampire population has been dwindling over the last few years, and that is partly because of the Slayers," he said with a grimace. "Face it: we are all dying out, and the traditional way of turning humans into vampire does not work well anymore. Out of 10 humans we infect, only two survive."

"I have not agreed to your plan, Lord Craven," A pale, long hair man entered the room, wearing black robes. He looked angry. "Nor did I even consider such a stupid plan."

Craven was shocked by his sudden appearance. "Lord Sinclair, I-I didn't know you were coming,"

"As soon as I heard that you were holding a meeting in this," Sinclair looked around and grimaced. "Tasteless place you call a bar, I came as quickly as I can. And let me tell you something, Lord Craven." Sinclair approached Craven, sneering at him. Craven avoided his gaze.

"You may have tricked Noble into agreeing with your plan, but I am not easily convinced," he said, a dangerous tone lingering in his voice. "If you wish to convince me, show me that your plan works. If it does, you will have my support, but until then, you will do nothing until all three of us agree." Sinclair turned on his heel and went out the back door. Greg heard a sound quite similar to a smoke grenade going off.

Craven faced the small crowd in front of him, looking very annoyed.
"Alright, I may not have been saying the whole truth to you all. I called you all here because I need a test subject," Craven looked at Greg, and smiled intently. Greg immediately understood what Craven meant, and he felt a sinking feeling inside him.

"I want you all kidnap a human and bring them to me. They will serve as our test subjects, and if the plan succeeds, the vampires will once again become the most dominant species on Earth. This meeting is adjourned, now go."

Greg stood from his seat and quickly made his way to the door, but a puff of black smoke suddenly appeared in front of him, and Craven came out of the smoke.
"I see you have made a friend, Wilkes. Who is she?" Craven asked curiously, circling around Greg.
"Just a friend, nothing special," Greg replied calmly while averting his gaze.

"Nothing special, you say? Then why not bring her to me?" Craven asked. "If this lady friend of yours is not special, then why not turn her to our cause? We could certainly use a lady like her."

"No," Greg defiantly faced Craven, who looked insulted. "She's mine, and if you lay one finger on her I'll-"Craven laughed at him.

"Do what, Wilkes?! Kill me?! Oh, very funny," Craven said. "You don't have the nerve to do anything, Wilkes; you cannot even kill your target. Now, bring her to me, or I will personally take her myself. Understood?" Greg hesitantly nodded. Craven smiled.

"Good, now get out of here, and bring her to me." He left in a puff of black smoke, leaving Greg alone in the club.

An hour later, Greg got back at the apartment, running up the stairs. He needed to warn Danielle, that her life was in danger and that it was his entire fault.

Knocking on the door rather loudly, he heard Danielle shout, "Wait!" He heard light footsteps approaching the door, and Danielle stood there, smiling at him. "Hey! You're back!" she said happily.
"I thought you wouldn't come back for lunch."
"There's no time for lunch, Danielle," Greg looked out the window, and then closed it. He carefully pulled Danielle into her room, sitting her down on her bed.

"Ooh, Gordon. Isn't it too early for you to be horny?" Danielle asked, with a playful look on her face.
"What? No, that's not what I meant," Greg said hastily. "Listen, your life is in great danger, and it's my fault." Danielle laughed.

"Is this a joke?" Danielle asked, still laughing.
"No, it's not," Greg told her sternly, and Danielle immediately stopped laughing. "Listen, have you heard about those attacks and disappearances that have been happening around Seattle?" She nodded.

"Have you heard the rumor that it's the work of vampires?" Danielle nodded again. "Then you better believe it. It's true. Now I-"Danielle stopped him.

"Wait," Danielle said, suddenly looking terrified. "How do you know this?" Greg fell silent as a look of fear spread across Danielle's face.
"Oh my god," Danielle said, her voice echoed with fear. "You're one of them, aren't you?"

With great regret, Greg nodded slowly. Danielle shrieked, but Greg quickly covered her mouth, trying to calm her down.

"Shh, be quiet. I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "If I was out to hurt you, I would have done that last night while you were asleep." Danielle seemed to calm down, and Greg put his hand off her mouth.

"Are you sure you won't hurt me?" she asked. Greg nodded, and this seemed to calm her down.

"Well," she sat up. "What are we going to do?"

"The only thing we can do," Greg said, standing up to his feet. "Hide."
An hour later, the two were ready to go.

Before they left the apartment, Greg let Danielle take a last look at her apartment before they left.
"I'm going to miss this place," Danielle said, her voice full of sadness. "My dad and I lived here since I started college. My dad, though, he died just recently and I've been living here alone ever since." Danielle sighed, turned around and walked out the door.

Greg felt pity and shame, knowing that it was because of him that they had to leave. If he hadn't taken her home and gotten close to her, Danielle's life would be alright and currently not in danger.

But, then again, if he hadn't brought her home, either one of his fellow vampires or a rich old man would have taken her home.

While they were in the elevator going down, both of them were awkwardly quiet.
"So, where are we going?" Greg asked her, just to break the silence.
"What? Oh," Danielle said, realizing she'd been quiet for a while. "We're going to my friend's place, and I'm pretty sure we're going to be safe there."

The elevator came to a halt, and they came out. Danielle told Greg to wait while she went to go and talk with the manager. Greg went out of the entrance and waited with her luggage bag in hand.

Suddenly, Greg felt a familiar presence surrounding him. He looked around, and realized he was being watched. In the corner of the street in front of him was Craven, watching him with a grin on his face. He had three guards behind him; there were two average sized ones and a very intimidating looking one.

Greg looked around and everywhere, the other vampires in black coats were standing guard. They were a lot, yes, but it was nothing he can't manage.

Reaching into the pocket of his overcoat, Greg grasped the handle of his switchblade, ready to bring it out if necessary. It wasn't much in a fight, but Greg knew well enough how to use it.

One of the vampires stepped forward, his hands already in his pocket. Then, he began running, and the two others behind him began running as well.

Greg flipped his switchblade out of his pocket and ran at them, his blade at his side. The first vampire brought out a knife and tried stabbing him, but Greg dodged it and used his momentum to deliver a devastating knee to his stomach.

Stumbling back, the vampire dropped his knife and unleashed his claws and fangs, and with the fury of a tiger it charged at him again. Greg answered with a sidekick to the face, sending the vampire to the ground. Not allowing it time to get up Greg sank his blade deep into the vampire's chest and sliced it open, his blood and innards spreading onto the road.

As Greg withdrew his blade the vampire's corpse and innards suddenly began deteriorating. His skin started to turn black and then his insides started to rot, and soon what were left of the vampire were his ashes.

The people around them started shouting and running away from the battlefield. Others, however, started taking videos and pictures of the fight. Greg felt a little annoyed at the stupidity of some humans, but focused at the matter at hand.

The second vampire screeched and disappeared in a puff of black smoke, appearing again right behind Greg. He felt the sharp nails of the vampire slice at his overcoat. Greg stumbled forward but quickly regained his footing.

Greg quickly turned around and swept the vampire off his feet. The vampire hit the ground with a loud thud, but it didn't seem to be effective. The vampire got up to his feet with a kip-up, screeched at Greg and threw his whole body at him.

Greg caught him by the neck and stuck his knife through his jaw. He gave a great tug and the vampire's jaw came off, blood spilling on Greg's hand. He let the second vampire drop on the road, which was still alive and squirming.

Greg raised his right foot and squished the vampire's head into a pulp with one big, powerful stomp of his combat boots. And the vampire stopped moving.

The third vampire, who was larger than Greg by a few feet, suddenly appeared behind him and hit him with a forearm to the side of his head.

His right cheek throbbing with pain, Greg felt anger and annoyance rising to his chest. He faced the larger vampire and ran at him. The large vampire took a short-handled axe from inside his coat and swung furiously at Greg, who instinctively ducked under.

Greg grabbed the large vampire's leg and stabbed it with his switchblade, but it didn't seem to affect the vampire. The vampire reached down and wrapped his big fingers around his neck.

Greg felt himself lifted up off the ground. The large vampire raised his axe with one hand, and swung it and Greg's leg. But Greg managed to dodge the axe and got to wrap his legs around the large vampire's neck.

The large vampire relinquished his hold on Greg's neck and lost his balance, falling down to the ground. He screamed with pain and tried to get out of the hold, but Greg stopped him and further twisted his arm.

With the vampire down to the ground, Greg let go of his arm and delivered a right hand punch to the side of his face as he was about to get up. The large vampire fell to his side, but quickly got up, retrieved a throwing knife from his pocket and sent it straight at Greg.

Greg grunted as the small knife got into his arm. He looked at the knife and without any hesitation Greg pulled it out of his arm and threw it back at the vampire, the knife landed on his forehead.

Looking at Craven, who seemed to like the show, he grabbed the hair of the now dead vampire beside him and raised him up to his knees.

"Watch this," he said to Craven. The other vampires looked a bit terrified at what they were witnessing, but Craven looked delighted. Grabbing the vampire's axe, Greg swung it at his neck and a second later, blood spurted everywhere and the large vampire's head separated from its body.

Raising the decapitated head of his opponent, Greg lobbed it at Craven, landing near his feet.
"That's you, if you ever try and hurt her," Greg warned him. Craven smiled at him, looked around his other vampires and nodded at them.

Instantly, all of the vampires and Craven disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

Feeling breathless, Greg let go of the axe and sat down on the side of the road, trying to catch his breath. He looked at his clothes, which were splattered with blood. And then a strange thing happened; the blood suddenly disappeared, as if they evaporated into thin air.

"Gordon?" He heard a soft voice say behind him. He turned and found Danielle, who looked pale and completely terrified. Greg immediately realized that she saw it all, from start to finish.

"You're not telling me the entire truth, aren't you?" Danielle said, her voice shaking. She took a piece of newspaper from behind him, unfolded it and showed it to Greg.

"Murderer Greg Wilkes escapes prison and murders Police Officer Richard Stewart," the front page read. It also included a picture. He had grown some hair on his head and some facial hair it took Greg some time to recognize himself.

Greg suddenly felt ashamed of himself, more than he had in the past few days. He stood up and tried to explain to her, but Danielle drew a long knife from behind her and pointed it at his chest.
"Stay . . . away . . . from me," She warned him, and Greg back down. A tear rolled down her eye. "You killed my father . . . you son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you!" Danielle suddenly lunged at Greg, who used her momentum against her and swiped the knife away from her.

Greg wrapped her arms around her, but Danielle tried to get out of his grasp. "Let go of me you bastard!' Danielle shouted. She tried twisting and turning, but Greg's hold was too strong for him.

And when she stopped trying to escape, Greg told him that he didn't mean to kill her father, saying that it was because had recently turned that night.

"I regret killing him, Danielle, and there's not one day that I can't forget what I did," he whispered into her ear. "I know you can't forgive me easily, and I know you won't be able to forgive me even a year later, so here." Greg let her go and gave Danielle the knife. He moved back and outstretched his arms; Danielle was confused and looked at him, wondering why he gave her the knife.

"Do whatever you want. You can kill me if you want, Danielle but if you do then know this; they're still going to hunt you down no matter what you do, no matter where you hide and nobody can protect you better except me," Greg told her. "They're . . . we're dying out, and they're looking for a way to make new vampires. That's why the murders and kidnappings are happening around the city, it's because they're trying different ways."

"So," he cleared his throat. "What is it going to be? Are you going to kill me in revenge? Or, are you going to trust me?" Greg stepped back, and waited for Danielle to decide.

[Danielle's POV]

Danielle was feeling three different emotions at the moment: Anger, for she found out Greg was the reason why his father died; Sadness; for she trusted and even liked Greg; and Fear; she realized that with Greg dead, there would be no one to watch over her.

Danielle knew that everything that she was going to do from now on will decide her fate. The knife was in her shaking hands, and if she killed Greg, she will have avenged her father's death, but at the cost of losing her one and only chance at surviving the next few days.

She looked at him, and Greg looked back at her, who was waiting for any sign that she would attack.

If she was going to trust him, then it's guaranteed that she'll survive knowing that Greg will do everything in his power to save him.

"So, what is it going to be?" Greg told her. Danielle look at the knife in her hands, and back at Greg. She grasped the handle of the knife tightly in her hands, and Greg saw this. He closed his eyes and waited.

But Danielle wasn't going to kill him. She needed him, and Danielle knew that her father wouldn't be proud if she killed someone back in revenge. He taught her that if she killed someone in return, she'd be just as bad as the murderer himself.

Greg opened his eyes, and saw that Danielle lowered the knife. He was about to speak, but Danielle spoke first before he could.
"I'm not going to kill you, because I need you for protection and only because of that," Danielle told him strictly. "I'm still pissed off that you killed my father, and you're right; I don't know if I can ever forgive you for that. But I trust you." Danielle tossed him the knife, and Greg caught it in mid-air.

"Where are we going?" Greg asked as Danielle started walking down the street.

"My friend Veronica's place, we can stay there a while," She felt Greg getting closer to her, and she moved away. "Get away from me, you jerk. I don't want to talk to you right now."

Even though she decided to have Greg with her, Danielle wasn't about to let her guard down. She liked him and she knew Greg liked her back.

Danielle tried to dismiss these feelings, but there was something about Greg that made him so intriguing. Aside from the fact that he's a vampire, he still retained the qualities only a normal human being can have. He wasn't, also, a complete dick.

And Danielle also heard the words come from Greg himself. "That's you, if you ever try and hurt her,"
A feeling that she knew very well was slowly building inside her. Greg was also very caring, just as she learned the other night.

But could she fall in love with the man that murdered her father?

But will she and Greg eventually climb over the barrier and fall in love with one another? Find out in the next few chapters!
How do you guys like the story so far? Love it? Hate it? Leave a comment and please favorite either me or the story (or both) and I will put out the next chapter within a week, or maybe more as I cannot type very well with my crappy keyboard.

How'd you like the fight scene, by the way? Is it too violent for your taste or just right?
This is goodbye for now, so bye! There are a lot more new characters in the upcoming chapters, and the next new character will look like Nicki Minaj, so watch out for the next chapter!