Seven

Misprint stared at herself critically in the mirror. She wore black capris and fishnets, then a pair of beat up running shoes. Shade had gone to great lengths to try and convince her into the leather pants again, but Misprint wouldn't budge in her costume decisions. So Shade took them for herself. Misprint wore the same tank top from the club, (she had washed out the blood stains), and borrowed a pair of black, feathery angel wings that Shade had bought at a junk store two years ago. She had the crystal tears again, and eyeliner around her blue eyes, barely visible in the corners, then flowering out into deep lines.

Shade was wearing a black tank top that cut in a v-shape, and combat boots underneath the leather pants. Her hair was straightened again, falling into a curtain to her middle back, and she had a thin silver line around her eyes. Her lips were black, and on her head was a small top hat with a silver band.

"Should we stop by Chaos's dorm?" Shade asked as Misprint smudged at her eyeliner.

"Why? She isn't going, is she?"

"I dunno." Shade admitted. "But it's woith a shot."

"Chaos at a high school dance?" Misprint smirked. "Not likely."

"True."

Misprint glanced over at Shade and felt doubts, despite her friends excitement. The seizures had practically gone now, and in their wake, had left headaches. Headaches that were so bad, Shade often curled up into a ball and let the tears soak her jeans because they hurt so much. She wasn't exactly sure if her friend was ready to go to something like this. But she didn't want to offend her.

So she said nothing.

The two of them left in companionable silence, each thinking their own thoughts. Shade was hoping against hope that Jack was not going to this dance. She really saw no reason he should, unless…unless Amy was going.

This only made things worse.

She hated herself now, for not getting over this. But if she saw Jack and Amy at the dance…Jack and Amy, heaven forbid, dancing at the dance…she might just go stark raving mad.

She and Misprint stepped outside, and walked sedately over to the gym. Choosing to be fashionably late, fashionably hour and a half late, the dance was already in full swing.

Misprint felt strangely jumpy, and nervous. As though someone would step out from the shadows to harm the both of them. Stephen's warning in the back of her head made her feel that something was going to go terribly wrong tonight.

"I'm gonna go find Race." Shade said, the minute she caught sight of the students dancing.

"He ain't dancing though." Misprint reminded her.

"Exactly." She replied. She pushed into the gym in front of Misprint and broke off, heading for the small turntables at the front, where Racetrack was looking immersed in his beats.

She glanced around the gym and tried to console herself with the images she saw. It was easy to pick out Kid Blink. He had the tell tale patch across his eye. Along with that, he wore a ragged, black vest, huge skater jeans, and had an earring in one ear. Gemini was laughing with him. She wore a white tank top, white bellbottoms, and on her back wore angel wings, similar to the ones Misprint was wearing, but a silver colour. Resting on her wealth of curls was a white tiara. They were attempting a jive off in the corner, but failing miserably. They were both laughing too hard to actually complete the steps.

Mondie and Mush were a little ways off, and Misprint had to grin when she saw the girl. Her hair was loose over her shoulders, but in a hair band, with two little black cat ears. She wore a black tank top and bellbottoms, but with fake claws on her fingernails. She had taken eyeliner and drawn whiskers and a nose onto her face. Mush was dressed in completely casual clothes, skater jeans and a loose green tank top, but had two dog ears poking out of his own brown curls.

They were just too cute.

Misprint turned and almost fell backwards as she caught sight of Mrs. Orrello…the woman was obviously trying to partake in the festivities with a costume of her own, but had failed miserably, to the amusement of every student in the gym. She was dressed as a huge banana.

Misprint decided to avert her eyes before she obtained permanent brain damage, and instead, tried to pick out Dutchy and Bumlets. They weren't hard either. Bumlets was sitting on a bench near the side dressed up completely as…well…Bumlets. Dutchy was beside him, his eyes flicking over the dance floor, keen as a hawk. He, too, wore no costume. He caught sight of Misprint, raised his eyebrows, and then gave a little wave.

She sidled over and waved back at him.

"You ain't gonna dance?" She questioned. He shook his head. "Aw, why not?"

"Slayer business." He smirked.

"What, at a high school dance? That's cheap, Dutch. Besides, you can slay and dance at da same time, can't ya?"

"Ain't never tried before, and don't wanna find out tonight." He replied just as coolly. "Why don't you go dance. Bumlets, Chaos, and I are keeping an eye out."

"Chaos is here?"

"Yeah. Why shouldn't she be?" Misprint only smiled and shook her head.

"Fine." She glanced over her shoulder and scanned the gym. "I'll jus' go find Shade…oh." She caught sight of her friend sitting up with Racetrack near the turntables.

"Doesn't Shade dance?"

"Are you kidding? She makes it a rule not to dance." Misprint replied, grinning. "See you two later. Have fun." She added derisively. Then she turned and strolled over to the dance floor.

Racetrack, true to his word, wasn't just playing the repetitive techno fuzz that Misprint hated. She bobbed her head slightly to the beat. Wide Mouth Mason, Change. Not bad.

She caught sight of Jack and sneered. He was there, in his regular attire, with Amy. She had a pink stretch tee on, with the playboy bunny displayed in bold black. She had a pair of pink bunny ears perched on top of her head, pink and white sneakers, and black mini shorts that could have easily been underwear. It was disgusting. Misprint never really understood Shade's attraction to the boy, to her, he seemed like one of those dime a dozen beach boys. But who was she to bug Shade about it? She turned in a slow circle, letting the beat take her.

Gemini grinned as Blink turned her in a circle, then took both her hands.

"You suck at jiving!" She yelled over the beat.

"What?"

"I said, you suck at jiving!" She repeated, then broke out in laughter as he tripped over his feet and almost did a face plant on the floor. But just in time he grabbed her around the waist, and they both stumbled forwards slightly.

"What can I say, you're distracting me!" He accused. She rolled her eyes but couldn't help grinning at the same time.

"That's real lame, Blink."

"You wanna go see the haunted house that the seniors set up?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. She shrugged.

"Sure. At least there's no chance of me getting a concussion."

Contrary to that, they still attempted to jive their way over to the door at the other side of the gym, both having trouble breathing as their laughter inhaled for them. They finally fell into line behind Mush and Mondie, whose fingers were twined together. Blink accidentally smacked Mush over the back of the head as he flailed into line.

"What?" Mush cried out, spinning around.

"Gem!" Mondie grinned. "Wheah did you come from?"

"My mother." Gemini answered automatically. Then she glanced at the both of them and smiled. "You are so cute."

"Like we haven't been told that before." Mondie groaned, leaning against Mush as he circled an arm around her waist.

"But you are!" Gemini protested.

"Hey! You kids goin' in or not?" Someone growled.

"Shut yourr face." Blink snapped over his shoulder. The two couples stepped into the haunted house.

The first thing that greeted them was a rubber bat flying towards them in the darkness of the first room. Mush jumped slightly, causing Mondie to crack up.

"You're adorable!" She squealed, planting a kiss on his cheek. Mush blushed, then hugged her tighter. He never really had tried for attention from girls before, but he had a feeling that he liked it. He also liked the feel of Mondie in his arms.

The four of them resolutely batted the toy away and kept walking.

Shade sighed as she watched Jack dancing. He and Amy were yelling back and forth over the music. She was vindictively pleased to see that he didn't look too happy, and neither did Amy.

"Whassa matter with you, Shade?" Racetrack drawled, quickly flipping another record on. "You seem real glum."

"I am, Race." She said, sighing and placing her chin in her hands. She pouted, and was satisfied when he smirked slightly.

"Why, pray tell?"

"I'm hopelessly in love." She said in a high voice, rolling her eyes. She strained her ears, trying to hear what they were shouting, but it was impossible. The music was far too loud, even though she was behind the speakers, and the cheers of the adolescents were ear shattering.

"So…" Race was saying in an ambling, over-casual voice. "You know if any of your younger friends are here?"

"What?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Just wondering." He said quickly.

"Not that I know of…"

"None of your non-junior friends?"

"No…"

"Freshmen friends?" He raised his eyebrows so high they almost vanished into his cap of hair. Shade smirked.

"Chaos?"

"Did I say that?" He replied defensively, scratching a record back and forth a few times, then quickly grabbing another one and flipping it onto one of the turn tables. Shade rolled her eyes.

"She's my only freshmen friend, Racetrack."

"Damn." He avoided her eyes. True, he had only seen Chaos once or twice, considering she was constantly over at Jack's dorm. He would have assumed they were dating if it weren't for Amy. But you never knew. Amy was pretty dense. You could probably juggle a couple girls like her. He could feel Shade's eyes on his back and accidentally fumbled slightly, causing the record to skip. "Oh, for the love a'…"

"Chaos, Racetrack?" She nudged.

"What?" He snapped, trying to avert her.

"You wanna know if Chaos is here."

"Just curious." He said lightly, bobbing his head slightly to the beat. Shade smirked. Her mind quickly snapped to the results, being the type of person she was. Chaos and Racetrack. She couldn't see Chaos being too eager in that. The girl never smiled, not that she knew of, and was as willing as a person doused in honey and told to amble on into a hornets nest. But…it would be cute…

"You got a thing fer Chaos, Race?" She asked, just as lightly as he did. He jerked slightly.

"Did I say that?"

"Any of your younger friends here?" She mocked. "None of your non-junior friends? Freshman friends? Chaos friends?"

"Shaddup." He snapped. Shade reluctantly let it go. It was fun pushing the boy to his limits, seeing how red his face could actually go. She did a quick scan of the dance floor. Chaos was there, leaning against the wall, glaring at any one who dared approach her.

Race don't stand a chance, she thought grimly. A second scan told her that Misprint wasn't there. This puzzled her. Usually she was in the center of the dance floor, even if it was techno. She was a music whore. A slight twinge of fear pinched her, but she shook it off. She probably found Stephen and was off somewhere with him. She claimed over and over that there was nothing between them, but Shade knew attraction when she saw it.

And it was not happening between Jack and Amy.

Amy had stopped dancing completely and was yelling at him. Not in the way that she was just trying to get him to hear. In the way she looked angry. He was looking more bored by the minute.

"'Scuse me, Race." She said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Shade!" He whined, slipping slightly. "I'm trying to concentrate."

"Yeah, yeah." She said, jumping off the platform and pushing her way onto the dance floor. Big mistake. She landed herself right in front of a speaker, and felt her ear drums rattle in her head.

"My god!" She whispered to herself, pushing past the music-high teenagers and over to the small group of Amy's friends and Jack. She could hear their yells as she got closer, but couldn't quite make out the words. Amy looked ready to slap his brains out.

Her hand shot out and she grabbed onto the collar of his coat.

"What?" He asked, spinning around.

"Comon!" She said, pulling at him.

"Jack? Where are you going?" She could hear Amy whine.

"Comon." She said again, pulling harder. He stepped back.

"Whaddaya think you're doing?" He snapped.

"Rescuing you." She said, raising her eyebrows and smirking. Jack sighed. "Comon Jack. Humour me." She said, grinning wider. She could be persuasive if she had too. And she had a feeling that Jack didn't exactly want to choose the Fire Breathing Prep over her. He couldn't be that sick of her. Could he?

She knew that he wasn't all that happy with her. And she had to face it. Even if she was taking care of a gorgeous guy, him having seizures at three in the morning that had to be attended to because he disobeyed her would be a little bit of a pain. And when she started up in class and needed constant attention, when he obviously had a girlfriend, she would have had enough too. She couldn't blame him. And as nice as it was to have him holding her all that time, if she wanted his affection, she didn't want it out of pity or duty.

"Whatever." He finally snapped. He turned back to Amy. She couldn't hear exactly what he yelled to her, but it seemed to work well enough. She turned around and stormed off, her bunny ears askew. Her troupe of girlfriends followed her, before shooting enough dirty looks at Jack to kill. Shade persistently pulled him off the dance floor and towards the haunted house that she had just seen Gemini, Blink, Mondie, and Mush go into.

"Whaddaya want?" he asked. "If this is about the seizures…"

"Don't be a prick, Jack." She snapped. "Those are over with. Now I just get killer PMS…" She pressed a hand to a temple, as though to accentuate her point.

"Then what's this all about?" He demanded.

"It's about me saving you from her." She informed him, pulling him into the darkness along with her, then jumping and screaming as the bat swung down from no where.

"Jesus!" Mondie screamed as someone jumped out at her. She took this as an excuse to snuggle up against Mush's rib cage. He didn't resist. She heard the person snicker as she crouched back into her corner again. Mondie was glad for the darkness. She knew she'd be getting a hell of a lot of teasing otherwise. She rested her head against Mush's shoulder.

The next room was empty, except for ten or twenty masks hung at different levels on the walls. Blink glanced over at Gemini. Mondie and Mush were laughing loudly, ruining his chances to actually talk with her. This didn't elevate his hopes at all. He stooped and examined one mask.

"Boring." Mondie proclaimed immediately. "Come on you guys."

"Hey Gem." Blink invented, crouching down and studying one of the masks. "C'mere."

"Blink…" Gemini groaned. "I know you're a whore for details…but comon…" She motioned around the room. It was pretty boring. Blink turned and his sea green eyes caught at hers. Then, with a quick movement, he lifted up the eye patch and gave her a wink.

"Gem." He insisted. "Come see this. It's pretty neat."

"You two go ahead." Gemini said finally. "Blink and I will catch up later."

Mondie arched her eyebrows, and felt like giggling and clapping her hands, but knew it would embarrass the both of them. So instead, she toyed with a curl of Mush's hair, and glanced meaningfully at him.

"Comon Mush. Let's leave these two to their own devices."

"But we may not meet up again later…" Mush replied naively. Mondie rolled her eyes at Gemini.

"Ain't he cute?" She simpered. Then, before either one could reply, she grabbed his ear and pulled him out of the room into the next. They could hear her scream.

"Rubber bats." Gemini said immediately. Blink quickly stood up and caught her waist, turning her in a slow circle.

"Alone at last." He smirked. Gemini rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. What are we going to do? Jive?"

"I actually had something else in mind." He informed her, raising his eyebrows. She opened her mouth to say something, but he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. She nudged her head forwards slightly, responding, her arms coming to rest on his shoulders as he leaned her against a wall. The masks crumpled underneath her skin, but she didn't care. He parted her lips with his tongue and gently caressed her mouth with his own, before kissing a trail along her cheekbone. She sighed in happiness and twirled his hair in her fingers. Goosebumps were forming up and down her skin, and she smiled. Mondie was still screaming in the other room, and soon her cries were joined by Mush.

"I wonder what's in the next room…" Gemini muttered absently.

"What?" He murmured.

"Nothing." She said, pressing a hand to the back of his head.

She could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and hoped maybe if they pressed into the shadows enough, they wouldn't be noticed, or recognised at least. Her wings were crumpling underneath her as they shifted towards the corner, but they both forgot their intent as he kissed her again, drawing small circles on her skin.

"Shh…" She giggled, as he softly tickled her. "There are people coming…"

"They won't recognize us." He lied.

"I'm wearin' fuckin' wings, Blink." She reminded him, as he nibbled at a spot on her neck.


"So what…" He said, his murmurs trailing off into her skin. She closed her eyes. Maybe he was right. She knew she was rather distinctive with the tiara and bright curly red hair, but she wasn't really caring all that much at the moment.

"For your information…" Jack told her stiffly as she recovered. "I didn't need ta be rescued…" Shade turned to him and gave him a look that clearly meant she didn't believe a word he was saying.

"Jack, I love you dearly, but you really are stupid." She said indulgently. He bristled.

"I believe it was you that screamed." He said raising his eyebrows and motioning to the bat dangling down from the doorway.

"Shaddup." She growled, pushing him over slightly. "I'm just a little jumpy tonight, that's all."

"Right." He rolled his eyes, then punched the bat away as they moved onto the next room. "Who set this dump up anyways? The freshmen?"

"What's a better place to hide from an angry date?" Shade reasoned. Jack glared.

Amy was angry with him, that was obvious enough to anyone who had eyes. Their arguments were over the stupidest things, but this one held a little more significance than "what's wrong with these jeans?". She thought that he didn't listen seriously to her. And she was absolutely right. Jack had trouble listening to her. She just didn't talk about anything notable. And it wasn't like she listened to him, but he wasn't complaining.

"Comon." Shade said, pulling open the door of the next room. Glow-in-the-dark bones were plastered up and down the walls, and there was a person slumped in the corner, her eyes dark and staring.

"They're good actors, I'll give them that." Shade said, shrugging. Jack nodded, but glanced at the dark red goo on the persons neck. It looked pretty damn real.

"Good effects…" He said slowly. Then he glanced up. Something was wrong. He could sense it.

Strangely enough, so could Shade.

"Jack? What's the matter?" She asked softly. Jack didn't answer, but nudged her out of the way slightly as he went to the girl. She was in one of his classes, someone who had failed one year. He wormed an arm behind her shoulders and lifted her off the wall. Her head lolled grossly to the side, stretching the two wounds on her neck…

"She's dead." He murmured.

"Gimme a stake." Shade demanded, as soon as he let the girl go.

"What? No." He said, drawing out his own and readying it in his hand.

"What? You're gonna leave me defenceless?" She snapped, stepping up to him aggressively.

"You ain't gonna be defenceless." He said. "Get out of the house. I gotta find out what's going on." A loud scream from upstairs jerked the both of them into anxiety. Shade felt a strange emotion surge up from her stomach.

"I ain't leavin'!" Shade remarked, raising her eyebrows. "This party's just getting started!"

"This isn't a party." He said icily over his shoulder, as he turned to the next door and started walking away. "And you're not a slayer. There's no becoming. You either are, or you aren't. And you aren't."

"So what? I can fight." She persisted, following him.

"But you ain't got the strength to fight off a vampire. You think they're as weak as humans?" He glanced at her. "Besides. You're only a li'l goil."

"You bastard." She snapped. She grabbed the back of his coat and yanked him back. "Gimme a stake. Now."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you're diving head first into this, and you're going to get hurt! Just like when you went to the club." He shoved her back slightly, and she stumbled. He took the time to turn and try and make a break for it, but she grabbed the back of his coat again.

"Jack. Gimme a stake. I won't be no trouble. Besides. Wouldn't it be good just to have a little back up?" She persuaded. He turned and clenched his jaw.

"You ever heard of the saying 'you're more of a hindrance than a help?'." He said stubbornly. She was so annoying! The set of her jaw was just as stubborn as his. Why did she have to follow him around like some lost, little orphan? She couldn't be a slayer. She could be a slayer as well as Jack could be a drag queen.

"I ain't leaving." She said, crossing her arms. They glared at each other, silently battling.

"You can't handle it." He spat.

"Gimme a chance." She replied. The glare session lasted another moment. Finally, Jack relented and handed her an extra stake.

"What? No crossbow?" She pouted, but she was cut off by him shoving a finger at her face.

"Don't push me." He warned. She rolled her eyes and brushed past him.

"Comon. Let's go stake some ass." She whooped.

"Heart. And let me go foist."

"Why? Just stay right behind me." She told him, as though she was the slayer. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back.

"No." He said sternly. Then he kicked open the door and rushed in. It was empty. But the screams were still coming from upstairs. Shade ambled in after him.

"Man. Danger in every corner." She rolled her eyes. "Let's head upstairs. Seems that's where all the action is."

"Would you shut up for just two seconds?" Jack snapped.

"Bite me." She smirked. He growled, but suddenly spun around as he heard a floor board creak. Before he had time to collect and organise his thoughts, a fanged figure was leaping towards him, hissing. Acting purely on instinct, he dropped to the ground and rolled past it, suddenly realising he had just let it land before Shade. He jumped up, pushed his hair back, and saw Shade back up until she hit the door, the vampire lunging towards her.

"Shade!" He yelled, his stomach clenching in fear. The call seemed to jerk her out of her paralysis. She suddenly ran forwards and rammed her knee into the vampires crotch. To Jack's absolute shock, the vampire doubled over and fell to it's knees, wheezing in pain. Shade fumbled for her stake and drove it into his back, making him explode into ashes that fell to the floor, gently as a cloud of rain.

Shade watched as he disappeared, leaving only the dusty stake clenched in her hands. She felt like shaking, but knew it would look bad. So she shrugged and stood, then jammed the stake into her belt.

"Piece of cake." She said coolly to Jack. "Don't know what you were on about when you said I couldn't handle this…"

"That was…what?" He stammered, staring at the ash as though it was some kind of joke.

"A weak spot? He's a guy." She shrugged.

"He was a vampire." Jack said. "You wouldn't have been able to hurt him enough to make him…"

"Well I just did." She shrugged. "You think too much, Jack." She wiped her forehead with her arm, then straightened her hat, which had tilted considerably in the excitement. Then her face split into a grin. "Hey! Maybe I'm a slayer too!"

"No." Jack said immediately.

"Why not? Maybe I'm a long lost slayer." She said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"The council keeps too many tabs on the slayers and their whereabouts." Jack replied acutely. "There's no way you could've been lost."

"Sure there is." She replied. "I'm an orphan."

There was a long silence as Jack looked her up and down. His thoughts were struggling painfully against themselves. There was no way she was a fully fledged slayer. It wasn't possible. Maybe she got lucky. Once. Good for her. But from now on they'd both have to be careful.

"Beginners luck." He said grudgingly.

"Yeah, right." She rolled her eyes. He chose not to answer.

He pushed the next door open to find the room empty. They walked through a few more rooms, and found nothing amiss.

"False alarm?" Shade suggested tentatively, after a long bout of silence.

"Nothing is a false alarm." Jack replied. Shade shrugged. Another silence followed as they pushed into yet another empty room. A huge paper-mache monster was skulking in the corner.

"So…what's with you and Amy?" She asked carefully.

"I'd rather not talk about that."

"Seriously. I don't mean to be a damper on your relationship…" She said, saying "relationship" sarcastically enough to put anyone on MAD TV to shame. "But what do you see in her?"

"A goil." Jack replied.

"Well I should hope so. That's it?"

"That's all I want right now." He replied, scanning the room one more time before kicking open the next door. To both their shock, three or four vampires were crouched around a solitary corpse. Shade swallowed, then dragged out her stake. But before she could even rush forwards, Jack had staked two of them, and was know punching his weapon through the third and fourth.

And it was over.

Boom, boom, boom. She thought grimly. He dusted off his hands then clenched his stake harder. He didn't hurt any more of them than necessary, she realised. That's pathetic.

"What was that?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips. He looked up at her.

"What?"

"Just…just like that?"

"What, you going to give me pointers?" He smirked.

"I sure as hell am. That didn't look like any fun at all!" She said. He grinned. She looked pretty spunky, standing there in the doorway, top hat cocked jauntily on her raven black locks.

"Fun?" He repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Play around with them a little." She advised. He drew a breath. All these traits…the strength…the viciousness…they were very vampiric.

"Who's the slayer here?" He finally snapped. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"You are. Now. Back to Amy." She took his arm and pulled him forwards to the next room. "Are you saying you just want a fuck buddy?"

"Why not?" he sighed. He might as well humour her. It looked as though he was going to be spending the rest of the night with her. Damn.

"That's really asshole-ish, even for someone with Amy." She admitted.

"Well then I'm an asshole." He snapped. He was really getting pissed off at the idea of the next twelve hours with her. "Look, just go back to the gym, alright?"

"What? No!" She protested.

"I don't want any more people getting hurt."

"I won't get hurt."

"You're following me around like a li'l lost puppy!" He snapped.

"At least I ain't the one begging to be put down." She replied scathingly. He opened his mouth to say something, but found no words came to him. She smirked, turned around and pulled the door open. A laugh and hiss came from the darkness of the room as she strode in.

Vampires.

Jack could sense them, waiting in the darkness.

"Wait! Shade!" he stammered, stumbling in after her. His eyes adjusted immediately, to show her standing stock still in the center of the room.

A sudden dark shape lurched towards her, and he ran to her, feeling a bead of sweat creep down his temple. But to his surprise, she leaned onto one leg and kicked at her attackers throat with the other.

This usually wouldn't waylay a vampire if the assault was coming from a human. But the vamp screamed in pain and fell to the ground, choking. Shade quickly straddling him and punched him. Another vampire leapt from the darkness to knock her away, but Jack quickly drove his stake through the blood suckers chest, watching him explode into dust.

"Bastard." Shade muttered to the vampire underneath her. She pulled her stake back, then punctured it into his stomach. Jack watched the blood lurch from the vamps dead flesh and soak Shade's pants.

"Shade? You missed by a mile." He informed her. "You stake them through the heart."

"I know, I know." She said. "But see, Jack? This is fun!" She twisted the stake slightly and smiled as the vampire cried out in pain. "Good times!"

"Shade, just kill him!" He snapped.

"Aww…"

"Shade!"

"Yes, mother." She rolled her eyes, then punched the stake through his heart, and jerked to the ground as he crumbled away beneath her.

"How did you do that?" he asked, pulling her to her feet.

"Do what? I told you already, I know how to fight!" She insisted.

"But he was a vampire!"

"Obviously, Jack." She snapped.

"It ain't possible." He insisted. She raised her eyebrows at him.

"It is now." She said coolly, mustering up a satisfied smirk. She tried to twirl the stake in her fingers like they did in the movies, but ended up dropping it. She winced.

Not cool.

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author's notes: we love our reviewers but, alas, we wont be doing shout outs until we start posting new stuff, we'll try to have chapters up more quickly from now on -glares at misi-

warning: This story should not be read by people with morals, values, heart conditions or who may be pregnant. 3 shade