Chapter 3

Answers and Questions

Jonna made a low moan as she stirred awake. Her head was pounding and her chest felt warm. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times to get use to the low lighting, once her eyes had adjusted she sat up. She looked around the, what was once, warehouse. The TV was on and a tiny blonde girl was sitting on the couch flipping channels. Other than the girl the place seemed empty.

Jonna pulled back the cover and got out of the huge bed. Someone had changed her into a large white T-shirt and very baggy black Jeans shorts. She approached the couch watching the young girl carefully. "Excuse me little girl... are your parents around?"

Marie glared at Jonna. "If anyone is the little girl around here, that would be you." Jonna clenched her first in annoyance of such a small girl talking in such a rude manner. "If however you're referring to the tall fellow in black, he's in the office in the corner right now." Marie sighed. "Though I suppose I should explain a few things first."

Jonna glanced at the clock and realized it was nine PM, but of what day she wasn't sure. "Little girl, you should be in bed, it's very late!"

This time the one clenching their fist was Marie. "Sit down before I get angry and just listen." Jonna shrugged and complied, taking a seat on the large L shaped couch beside Marie.

"Now, last night you were involved in a rather nasty incident. Do you know what the man who took you hostage was?" Jonna shook her head no. "He was a vampire." Jonna blinked. "You know? Fangs? Suck your blood? "

Jonna pinched Marie's cheeks and smiled. "You're so cute!"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Thomas walked out of the office. "Though she looks 10 or 12, she is actually 1200 years old. She is also very correct. That was a vampire. And so are we."

"Excuse me?"

"She's a little slow, isn't see." Marie smirked.

"Perhaps we should first get introductions out of the way. This young looking blonde here is Marie Lockheart, a 1200-year-old vampire, I am Thomas, and I am about 800 years old vampire. You, Jonna Benson, are 23 and a brand new vampire."

"I'm a what?"

"An undead creature of the night, feeding on the blood of the living, with super strength and speed." Thomas walked over to the bar and poured a glass of scotch.

"As in garlic, holy water, and crosses?" Jonna inquired.

"Actually that's total bullshit. The only way to kill a vampire is to destroy the head or heart or to expose them to UV rays. Otherwise the rest of that crap is nothing but Hollywood crap. There is nothing Holy or Unholy about Vampires. We exist just like humans. Except we must feed on blood to sustain us, we cannot absorb what we require through food or drink. We can eat and drink anything and as much as we want, it won't effect us in any way."

"Then why are you drinking?" She pointed at the alcohol.

"I asked him that too." Marie pointed out.

"That's my business. Now I think I covered most of what you need to know right away, however we get you something to eat. Regenerating used up most of your energy." Thomas disappeared behind the bar and returned with a bag of blood, and a coffee mug. Jonna looked shocked.

"You want me to drink that?" She nearly screamed as she said it, "That's disgusting, I wont do it!"

"You're weak, you're still a young vampire, you're power is pretty low, and that was a pretty bad injury. You need to boost your energy, the longer you go, the weaker you will become. As a young vampire you need to drink blood more often then us. As well in greater quantities then us"

"That's sick! I will not drink it!" Jonna seemed dead set on not touching it.

"Fine." Thomas tossed the bag of blood on top of the bar and set the coffee mug down. "I'm going out. Marie, keep her here, when she grows to weak to move, force feed her."

"Why the hell do I have to take care of this brat?" Marie screamed as Thomas left slamming the door behind him.

"I won't drink it!" Jonna said again

Thomas breathed in deep, the cool crisp night air. He sat atop a huge building, over looking the city. The cold windy blew slightly and Thomas closed his eyes.

"Do stop lurking in the shadows. You're no good at it." Thomas finally said opening his eyes again.

A woman walked out of the shadows and walked right up beside Thomas. It was the same tall slender woman from the night before. However now she was wearing a full body, sleeveless black dress. It was low cut revealing minimal cleavage. The dress had a slit a long the side form the bottom to about half way up the thigh on either side. She wore regular black high heels and had her hair tied back into a tight bun high on her head. She had ruby earrings and she wore red lipstick.

"Never could hide from you." She smirked.

Thomas took a slow deep drag from his cigarette. "I thought I told you to stop following me, Micky."

"Not until you fight me." She grinned evilly and put her hands on her hips. "If you weren't such a chicken, this would be over 400 years ago."

"If I did that, you'd have died long ago. And to think." He took another drag. "You'd have missed all this." He waved his hand across the sky pointing at the city.

"You're not that good." She remarked.

"Better then you." Thomas yawned slightly.

"Care to prove it?

"In that dress? My dear you couldn't fight a kitten in that."

"Well I was out feeding when I spotted you."

"Using your sexual lust again eh? My oh my you'll do anything to get what you want."

"Hey." Micky leaned over and blew on Thomas' ear lightly. "It worked on you."

"Wouldn't be to proud of that, you were working at a brothel at the time, the only reason I was there was.... Well you know." Thomas grinned. "Now unless you plan on fighting in your underwear, find me when you're wearing something a little more fitting." Thomas put his cigarette out and stretched.

"So I noticed you found a new doll to play with." Micky walked over to the edge of the roof and looked over into the street below.

"I haven't the faintest to know what you're referring to." Thomas played innocent.

"Oh Please, I saw the way you looked at her as you carried her out of the blood bank."

"You know that's impossible for me."

"A yes... Judgment."

"I suggest you talk no more, less you lose your tongue...it's a pain to regenerate." Thomas glared at Micky.

"Very well, I shall see you later." She disappeared.

"Damn pain in my ass, she is" Thomas sighed.

"I won't drink it!" Jonna frowned again.

"Starve for all I care but stop saying that damn it!" Marie shouted. "I'm trying to watch my movie. Mel Gibson oooooo!!!"