Chappie 5! Okay, this one is a tad short like #3, but it's okay. Right?

Hobbes228—Have you noticed that Orlando is really . . . feminine in LotR, but very manly in PotC? Hee. hugs picture And Johnny Depp's in "Once Upon A Time in Mexico". My Spanish teacher thinks he's hot. looks disturbed

Joe—But of course!

InsaneFrog—Heh. Yes. I know.

Bashful C—Yeah, I know. I'm still not sure of the ship in this fic yet. But in chapter 6 Lexy shows up a helluva lot. Hopefully.

Brin Summers—I'm really glad SOMEONE appreciates my work. Shoots death glare at Muses

Asarielle—That's okay. It's parent's job to annoy the hell out of their children . . . review appreciated.

Gee—Thanks, but why does every one like Dawn/Lex? (Note—Story might be . . .)

Arekanderu—Love the name. Yeah, it's a bit confusing, it made more sense when I wrote it . . . But whatever.

Ranlynn—Yes, I know.

TheGuidster—Heh. Twists and Turns, m'lad. Lady. Whatever.

Chapter 5—Smile, tomorrow will be worse.

Helen groaned. Her head hurt a lot, and her thoughts were jumbled and stretched in every direction. She put a finger to her temple, which was wet and sticky. Helen groaned again and sat up. Suddenly her thoughts slammed into the present and she remembered what had happened.

There was a cluster of people around an odd statue shaped like—Helen twisted her head to the side—an angry squirrel on Prozac. Front and center was a woman with long black hair and a red lacy dress.

Suddenly she stood up and turned around, her huge, slightly insane eyes bulging.

"He wants a snack!" the woman trilled in a thick English accent. "We should feed it!"

The rest of the people stood up.

"Oh yeah?" It was Tony. "Why should we feed it? We're hungry too!"

The crowd murmured in agreement.

"Because . . .' the woman began, moving downwards and looking at Tony like he was a complete idiot, "I told you he wanted food. I told you to get a feast, so the rest of us could eat!" She crooned. "Now he's disappointed in all of you . . ." she ran her hand down the statue, grinning crazily.

The crowd of began murmuring fearfully. A couple heads turned to Helen. 'Now!' She thought to herself, 'You have to run now!'

The British woman lazily turned her head towards Helen, who had gotten herself up. "Poppet wants to run away. Shall we let her?"

Helen tried to turn around before being tackled by a rough burly man with the usual distorted face.

"You stupid bastard get off of me!" Helen screeched, trying hard to hit the man. Her blows bounced right off.

"Our offering," the man said ceremoniously.

"What the hell is wrong with you freaks!?" Helen screamed, absolutely terrified.

The woman smiled and leered. "She doesn't know what we are!" She began to rock back and forth, singing. "Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I hear a young maid—"

"Shut up!" Helen screamed. "What the hell are you people!"

the man behind her smiled and turned her to face him.

"We're vampires, love."

And before Helen Bryce had a chance to scream, the Vampire's teeth had sank into her flesh.

Drusilla smiled, and resumed her song.

"Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I hear a young maid sing in the valley below. 'Oh, don't deceive me. Oh, never leave me. How could you use a poor maiden so?'"

Sorry about the shortness, it's just a filler chapter. You know how those go.