Chapter 8: "I have a right to know."

Song: "Name" by Goo Goo Dolls

Hello again. So when brainstorming for this chapter I volleyed the idea of having the kiss be a dream, or a vision of the future, or someway that it didn't really happen. Lucky for you, I decided not to go down that road. Thanks for the reviews! Oh, Candice, Selene and Michael did not try to kill her I haven't even introduced Selene in person yet. I totally gave in on the whole "this being chapter 8 thing". So... chapter seven doesn't exist. The four stars signal a change in POV.

Sacha's head began to spin and he felt her kissing him back. He touched her soft, rosy cheek with his hand and deepened the kiss. His heart rate sped up when he realized that she slid closer to him, placing a hand lightly on his chest.

Gypsy had never been kissed before, but if this was what kissing was like, she wanted to do a lot more of it! She was getting lost in the warmth of his body and his taste on her lips. To ruin the moment, a searing pain in her temple came, she tried to ignore it, but then she saw, in the back of her mind, a black car running through a red light, then swerving to miss a dog in the road, and… hitting her and Sacha as they were sitting under the tree!

Gypsy's closed eyes snapped open and she pulled away from the kiss.

"What's," Sacha started to ask but in a flash of movement, Gypsy got up, grabbed him and the bags and flung it all 10 feet away from the tree. Sacha landed on his back with Gypsy on top of him. He looked at her and started to ask what the heck she was doing, when the sound of a car swerving pierced the otherwise quiet night. Sacha looked up in time to see a black coupe come barreling toward them, crashing through the short fence surrounding the park, and into the tree they were sitting under moments ago. Eyes bulging out of their sockets, Sacha turned to look at the woman on top of him.

"How the hell did you…?"

Gypsy moved her eyes from the wreckage and to him.

"I haven't the slightest idea."

And even though the moment passed me by
I still can't turn away

Gypsy and Sacha stood side by side as they watched the driver be driven away in an orgy of lights and sirens. One quick look around at the area now full of policemen, told the two that they should find another place to stay the night. They started walking through a wood area, towards another area in the large park.

"Sacha," Gypsy started as he helped her over a log. "Could you teach me how to fight?"

"And what makes you think I can teach you that?"

"Well, the way you fought that guy earlier."

Sacha started to laugh. "I think maybe you should teach me some things. Like how you knew that car was going to crash into us." He continued walking through the woods, twigs snapping beneath his feet.

"I told you, I don't know how that happened."

"Well, then maybe I don't know how I fought off that guy." He stopped and turned to face her, making her stop abruptly before almost hitting her nose on his chest. She looked up at him.

"What's your problem?" she asked, getting defensive.

"I just feel like there's things you're not telling me.

"There's a lot of things I'm not telling you, you've only known me for 24 hours. And besides, there are a lot of things you're not telling me. Like for instance, what happened to that guy, he disappeared into dust! How did you do that? And this!"
Before Sacha would blink, Gypsy had the stake he kept at his back in hand.

"What is this? Where'd you get it? Why do you carry it around?"

Gypsy moved her hand away so he wouldn't take it back.

"Tell me. I have a right to know who I'm traveling with."

Sacha tried once more to retrieve his weapon to no avail, then sighed and looked down at her.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Gypsy stood up a little straighter, placing her face closer to his.

"Try me."

'Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose
Got tossed along the way
And letters that you never meant to send
Get lost or thrown away

"It's a stake."

"Like a… tent stake?"

"No, like a vampire stake." The two had resolved to sit down right where they were. The log they sat beside each other on, wobbled a bit, but it would do for now.

"Vampire?"

"See, I knew you wouldn't believe me." Sacha made to stand up, but Gypsy stopped him by placing her hand on his knee.

"No, I just don't know what one is."

Sacha stopped and looked at her. "You serious?" She nodded.

"Ok, well, a vampire is… are you serious you don't know?" Sacha asked once more time, semi-embarrassed.

"I'm sure!"

"Ok! Fine. A vampire is an… immortal being that lives off of blood."

"Blood?"

"Yeah. They bite their victims on the neck and drink their blood, or they turn them into other vampires."

Gypsy held onto her neck, right where she was bitten before. There was no scar or marking at all.

"There are some people that try to, kill vampires."

"I thought you said they were immortal."

"They are, but there are ways to kill them. That's where this comes in." He pointed to the stake in her hand. "You jab a stake into their heart, and they die; it's one of the ways to kill them."

"So, how did you know that he was a vampire?"

"I sort of know him. He and I have met before. You believe me?"

"Have I a reason not to?" she returned. He smiled and shook his head.

After a moment of two of silence, Gypsy spoke up.

"I wish I knew something about myself so that I could tell you. But I really don't know much."

And now we're grown up orphans
That never knew their names
We don't belong to no one
That's a shame

"A convent."

"Yup."

"Hmm."

Gypsy turned to face forward, moving her legs out in front of her. There. She'd told someone. It felt… scary. She laughed to herself. The log wobbled and Gypsy looked up so see Sacha moving to face her, trying to sit sideways on the log.

"I wouldn't do that, you're going to tip… whoa!"

The log tipped over and took Sacha and Gypsy with it, throwing them down to the leaf-covered ground, and into each other, head on. They both rubbed their heads and laughed.

"Sorry about that." Sacha said.

"Don't be!" Gypsy laid down on her back, too tired to get up. She looked up at the treetops surrounding her then closed her eyes. "This is actually more comfortable." She heard ruffling and opened her eyes to see Sacha lying on his side next to her. His face was soft and caring as he lifted his hand to take some leaves out of her hair.

But if you could hide beside me
Maybe for a while
And I won't tell no one your name
And I won't tell em' your name

He wanted to taste her warm, supple lips again, and he was just about to, when the screech of a bird startled them both. Gypsy sat up, leaning on her elbows to see, Sacha did the same. Sitting on an old tree stump sat what looked like a falcon, and yet, didn't look like any bird Sacha had seen at all. It was mostly black, but it had some reddish coloring that shone in the moonlight, and it's eyes… When the bird turned its head, Sacha looked into its white eyes, and a chill ran down his back. Both he and Gypsy turned to look at each other.

"We should keep moving." She said. Sacha nodded his agreement and they both got to their feet and started walking again.

A soft, yet shrill whistle caught the falcon's attention. With one swoop of its wings, it left it's perch and headed for the origin of the noise. It flew to the arm of a man standing at the edge of a wide, open field. The man smiled when he saw the bird in the distance. Etana saw him when she came out from a convenience store across the street from a park. He stood there, dressed in his usual, white leather pants with all the buckles and pockets, white tank top and a long white leather coat. She had always wondered why he never cared if he were seen by anyone.

And scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there
Did you get to be a star
And don't it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are

She crossed the street and walked toward him.

"Jobey!" she called out to him. He turned to face her, his black eyes watching her. She smiled at his stark appearance. His skin so pale it was almost white as snow, and his fiery red hair made him so unique to her, so unlike everyone else, just like she was. He smiled back at her when she met him in the field.

"Did you get everything?" he asked, looking at the paper bag in her arms.

"Yeah, and then some. She reached into the bag and pulled out a small live mouse. At that moment the falcon landed on Jobey's outstretched arm. Etana held the mouse over the bird's beak, and in a flash of feathers, the mouse was gone. Jobey lightly stroked the bird's wing, and then wrapped his arm around Etana, and they both headed out of the park.

"Where have you been, bird?" Jobey asked as they disappeared into the night.

there ya'll it. chapter ... 8 done and over with. how'd you like it? let me know
i think i might create a character list and post it soon. we'll be getting some new characters. 12 to be exact, including Etana and Jobey, and the bird.
does anyone know when Selene was turned into a vamp? that'd be useful info to have, if someone could please let me know, oh! and if anyone could tell me how the vamps die in the movie, other than the wonderfully gory ending with the head... and the sword, and the sliding... yummy. drools but anyway yeah. i could use that info as well. please and thank you!