Thanks for reviews. Anyway I think this chapter turned out a bit diffrently than I though, but I hope it's still enjoyable.

Chapter Seven

"Great, what a week!" exclaimed Susan's mum, when her daughter came home, "darling, you look ill, are you alright?"

"Yes, what's with a week?" Susan was feeling scared and tired, more than anything she wanted to tell her mother of what was happening to her, but her mum would not believe, and even worse if her mum would make Susan believe it was some trick of imagination. What then? Her mum was a photographer for a magazine and her dad was a clothes designer for the same magazine.

"Oh, I'm just tired of all the parties we went to that's all."

"Were you not supposed to be somewhere now?"

"Your dad went, but I chose to stay home - read a cheap romance novel. Do you want anything?" Susan shook her head - she never accepted food from her mum, who wasn't one for cooking healthy food. It always was that Susan was the one to cook for the family on the rare occasions of them being together.

Susan's mum seeing the look on her daughter's face said:" No dear, I'm not hungry. Oh, I nearly forgot on Friday we're going to a dinner. You're invited."

"I don't really want to come."

"But you must. They want to ask you to pose for the next cover of their magazine, with no pasted faces. It could be a break in your carrier and your fathers - they want to sign a contract."

"If it's after eight." they had another few minutes of a friendly mother to daughter talk, then Susan left for her room.

She switched on a computer, logged to the Internet, opened her mail box and ignoring the long list of unanswered e-mail, clicked onto 'compose a message'.

She wrote: "Dear Mr Vampire, I have no idea what your into, and don't want to know. What is 'night world rules'? And why are people searching for you Vampire Dark, the same that mentioned this night world - answer if you can, Well Wisher."

On Monday after school, Susan from nothing to do was surprisingly doing a history assignment. Only really weird students done their homework at school. She actually was supposed to be practising badminton that minute, but, and another but, it is hard to play badminton without a partner. The teacher said that they'll be alright practising without him for a week - he went for a holiday. And as there was no one recording the attendance, she was the only one there.

"Hi there, am I mistaking the room or something, I though you supposed to come here for badminton." someone said from the door.

"Oh, sorry it is…" Susan stopped when she saw that it was the boy she danced with, and he was silently laughing.

"Maybe it was a mistake to come - I never played badminton." he turned to go.

"Oh no you don't," he stopped surprised, " now you came here you'll do for a partner, probably better than a history assignment." with that she jumped up, throwing her assignment aside.

"Right, have you ever played tennis or badminton?" she asked at the same time as heading for the cupboard, "which rackets do you prefer - short or long?" she asked as choosing one for him.

"Long one, please. I never played either of them, but I seen how they play tennis on TV." he said simply, standing quite still.

"Do you think you will be able to play."

"Yeah, I'm a quick learner, just need to watch you for a while," he smiled a wicked smile.

Susan gave him a racket showing properly how to hold it, she could smell his aftershave. Then she went to the other side for her serve. She threw the shuttle into air and done an easy serve, the boy hit it straight away - the rally began.

He wasn't very good at the beginning, holding the racket the wrong way, hitting not at the right angle, but he improved, like he said he began to learn quickly. After a rally or two he started to win a few times. The problem for Susan was, it was like he wasn't getting tired, he could easily spot where the shuttle was heading and he was quick to get any serve - high or low, soft or hard.

They decided to play a game, Susan won it, but she had to have pretty hard hits, running from one side of the court to the other. After playing with him she got more tired than playing with any other champions in badminton competitions. They finished at a quarter to six.

"I think I haven't told you, my name is Susan." she said in between sharp breaths.

"Mine is Rick." he said less exhausted than she was, "never lost to a girl before." he explained.

"So?" she tried to calm her pulse down, "Will you come tomorrow?" the badminton match was coming up an that's why she mostly missed other practises to train especially for this.

"I don't think so," she heard an uncertainty in his voice, "how much I've enjoyed playing with you, but I'm no good. You'll need someone who can play better than me to train with."

" Great and I wanted to ask you to be my partner for the doubles," that surprised even Susan, she never talked too forward with boys.

"Am I that good?" he said with a mischievous smile, "or are you just trying to get more people interested in badminton."

"I'll stick with the second, don't think you play like that all the time - just one off?" she teased him, something she never done to a person, except her cousins, before. "Wrecking me to this state," she indicated with her hands on herself with a quick movement, she was all sweaty and a real wreck like she said, "you know, I even thought you had a talent, but I must be mistaking."

"You making me believe in myself." he said with admiration of this girl, who smelt of wild flowers and brought strange feeling to his heart.

"Well if you do begin to believe in yourself as I do, come tomorrow after school or I'll have to play against my history assignment." she smiled, all of a sudden she felt his mind again, but on a different level. At that moment she could feel his want to kiss her, just before he waved a goodbye and left.

Strekoza: And, this probably sounds weird on the seventh chapter of the story, but I'll just say it anyway: the names I use are totally thought up - the first, suitable that jumped to my mind, in case someone will think they are from real life.