I was not a good person, I knew. No matter who I was murdering, I was murdering, and I might as well be what I was to my mother.

I knew my father used to be a nice person. I knew the reason why he became evil. I knew he became crazy before I was born. After I was born, he ran away in fear that the Queen and King might destroy him. When he hid away, he realized his killer.

It was very quiet. Usually, it was noisy since Wotcher was noisy but Wotcher was dead. I could believe he was dead but Bryan couldn't. Jane and Patience were rotting when I woke up. Eww.. They're bodies looked like as if they were melting and Patience had extremely sunken eyes. It was hard to believe she was pretty once before.

"Halt!"

It was a soldier. He ran up to us.

"In a score never ye been seen, lassie. What be ye your title?" He asked in a rough, country accent. He squinted at me.

".. Marcia, sire."

"Where be ye from, Lass Marcia?"

"From Frell, with a lad."

"Lad? Who meest be this lad, Lady Marshy?"

I told him the name.

"Jim? Bah, such a tittish name for a young man, I meet say t' maself."

I nodded my head silently. "It is," I agreed.

Bryan was approaching slowly. I ran up to him.

"Listen," I whispered urgently. " Your name is Jim, Okay?"

We ran up to the guard. "This is the lad, Sir," I said loudly.

He nodded. "He looks strong," he complimented. "'Tis a good thing that he bee t' a lad and not a dog. "Ye be headin' t' Imperial City ye art now."

Imperial City. Seriously?

"How long 'till then, sire?" Bryan asked.

"Not t' long, laddie," said the soldier. "But 'ye art a fyool to be goin' through 't gates. Hurryep, folkehs."

Folkies? Oh, who cares. The guard led us. Just then, Bryan drew out a knife.

I gave him a sideward glance. What was he thinking? Bryan let out a yell.

The knife drove into the soldier's throat and Bryan gasped.

The soldier began changing. His face turned whiter, his eyes became blood red, and his hair was jet black as ebony. His nose became more hawk like and.. strange. It just was. The nose seemed familiar. It was a middle aged man. Who was it?!?

The man laughed and jerked the knife from his neck. "You messed with the wrong person, Bryan. I see you can make a fine detective, Boy."

He turned to me. "Ah," he sighed. "A classic beauty. So young, so small, and so attractive. So helpless you are. You look exactly like your dear Father lass. Aknase."

I shivered. He laughed. "I am a vampire, you fool. But you figured me out before I thought you would! What a clever boy.. Ha, ha."

He seemed to grow. Actually, he did. He sniffed around hungrily. "I am so hungryyy, my dears.. I was too hungry too long.. but I'm immortal! You cannot kill me.. try your best, childreeeennnnn.."

Artemis sensed the evil and started to neigh fearfully. I backed away slowly. The vampire hissed. "Do you know who sent me here, you foolish girl?" I shook my head. I had to distract him. "So who sent you here?" I asked, gulping. My hands were sweating. A lot.

He threw back his head and laughed. Then I knew. "My father?"

"You're not as stupid as you look, Sharon," he sneered. He licked his lips and moved closer. I continued to back away slowly.

Bryan was scared. The Vampire was very close to me now.

"How would you like to be boiled? Bloody? Medium? Well? I like - Aaaaaaaaaaarrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Bryan ran straight into him. The Vampire was bigger, but he was able to grab hold of his head. "Go!" his eyes cried out fearfully. "Save yourself!" But I couldn't leave.

Hmm.. What do Vampires hate? Think..

Garlic. It seemed laughable. It was only a childish tale. But it was worth a try.

I sped out of the clearing like a crazed ant. I knew that onions were found in the place where we set up for camp yesterday. Then, I bumped right into a skeleton. Jane's skeleton that we hang up after she was killed.

I screamed. To this day, it still haunts me.

I got up and resumed running. I knew I looked very scared. I tripped over a rock and I fell. My ankle was bruised. But, on the ground I found garlic. I sped back. I tried very hard to ignore the skeleton, but I saw it again anyway. Or maybe it was Patience's I cannot tell. There were two identical skeletons. They looked eerie in the moonlight.

I reached the spot where Bryan was having a fight with the vampire. But instead of seeing him fighting the Vampire, I saw him on the ground motionless and the Vampire triumphant. He didn't see me.

I winced as the dagger ripped Bryan's arm. The Vampire laughed. It was my chance. I threw the garlic at his face.

The Vampire was surprised. Number One, it came out of nowhere. Two, It was hard and it hit his nose. Three, it was, of course, garlic.

He screamed.

"I'm sorry, Aknase! Forgive me.. I tried my best!" he moaned.

I heard another voice. Deeper, and more threatening.

"I accept no apologies," the voice said coldly. "You are in my disposal."

Darkness wrapped around the Vampire, and I ran forward to greet Bryan.

He just took a look on his arm and fainted.