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A/N: Okay people. I am REALLY trying, with school and all. I'm trying to do this at school but it just ain't working. I used a lot of things that came from the movie in this chapter. Like Club Crowbar...and, er...something else. Idk. This chapter might suck and might actually not..say anything important but, uh, yeah. I try to make the next one better, i hope. Anyway...Please R & R.

ABIGAIL'S POINT OF VIEW

Chapter 6: One thing after another

We were moving towards a local punk dive wedged into a crowded block in the meat packing district. Our boots crunching through the gravel street. We knew exactly where we were headed: 'Club Crowbar'.

This was not my idea of a great life. I glanced over to King who kept walking, shouldering his bone jack which for some reason he nicknamed 'Grace'. I still couldn't believe what I heard back there but what was my reaction compared to King's? Lucius the doorman stood guard outside, checking for ID's. I could hear the familiar sound of Hillbilly Thrash Music coming from within.

We approached the doorway. Lucius furrowed his brow. The guy seemed to remember us from our last visit. We made quite an intro.

"Oh no"

King passed him and walked right inside.

"Oh no." Lucius hurried alongside us, leaving the many teens to get inside without having to show their ID's, "No, no, no, no, no. You can't come here. You can't, you just can't"

"Nice to see ya too Lucy." King said, weaving his way through the crowd, ignoring Lucius.

"There ain't no more werewolves around here. Checked them myself." Lucius told him, a little bit aggravated. I couldn't blame him but we aren't exactly enjoying ourselves either. Oh sure, we wanted to kick some more vampire's ass but still…
…that means humans were in danger again. Not that they weren't in the first place. If only they would stop doing drugs and all sorts of bullshit like that then maybe…just maybe, they can have a happy life. The happy life I've wanted.

King snickered. "Not werewolves"

I pushed away a group of boys as we made our way towards the back of the club. "…vampires." I continued for him. King answered with a slight nod. Lucius stopped dead in his tracks. A mix of anger and confusion written all over his face.

"What?"

He started to catch up again as King put the palm of his hand on the door, pushing it open to reveal a dark room containing a desk covered in papers, a computer chair and some book shelves. The only source of light was coming from the skylight.
King took a few steps forward, Bone Jack leveled.

He lowered it with a sigh as he stared at the lump in the middle of the floor. I stopped at the doorway, a hand over my mouth in horror.

"I'm telling you, there's no more--" Lucius stopped mid-sentence and gaped at the body on the floor. "Is that--?"

"Yes." was the one word answer from the both of us.

"Oh god." Lucius gagged, "Oh damn."

I looked at the dead man's body, his guts cleaved from his body, his eyes still wide open.

"I guess this means you're the boss, huh, Lucy?" asked King, putting his hand on the dead manager's eyes, he closed them.
"Yeah…" Lucius said sorrowfully, "I guess it does."

We drove away silently, not completely satisfied. Sure, we got the information we needed but still, someone was killed. And this someone used to be our friend, our co-worker. Gabriel Peterson.

"What happened?"

I practically jumped in my seat, I turned around to see a blonde little girl with a messy ponytail, her emerald green eyes looking up at me. For a minute, I almost forgot that she came along.

"Patricia..."

King looked at her through the rear view mirror and looked back at the road, holding tight on the wheel. "How'd you get here?"

Damn it! I forgot to tell him!
"Miss Abigail let me come." Pita said with a friendly smile, "She said I could."

A low growl escaped from his lips. The car halted to a stop, tires screeching, stopping just as the stoplight turned red.
I fell forward, having forgotten to put on a seatbelt. My heart was beating twice as fast now, so fast that it'd win a race against other fast things…how would I know. I put my hand over my heart and leaned back on the chair, I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. That was close.

The light turned green and King stomped his foot on the accelerator and I immediately fell forward again. I held on to a handle. Brace yourselves!

Tires squealed as the car turned right. Horns were blaring and drivers shouted in fury. I held on tight and heard screaming from the back seat. Glancing over at King, I noticed the Speedometer.130!

I could hear him yell through all the noise…
"G'dammit Abby!" He banged his fist onto the wheel, "Is this some kind of fucking game for you! What if a vampire came along, huh? Did you ever think of that? Do you EVER think of that!"

I didn't know what to say. He was right…I didn't think of that.

A few minutes had passed in complete and absolute silence and King was starting to slow down again.
"So…" Pita started, breaking the silence, "What happened?"

"N.O.Y.G.B." King muttered through gritted teeth.

"None of your…" she paused and thought about it for a moment, "Well that's not nice"

I understood why King acted that way but he didn't have to say that to a nine-year-old.

King snickered, "Like it or not, princess, you're not in a fairytale anymore so here's a little tip: Life's just one goddamned thing after another."