That Same Old Lost Kid

Rory trudged through the graveyard, following Andrew and muttering to herself. "Well, if you would just be patient, this would happen a lot quicker," Andrew remarked casually, before coming to a stop. "Here we are," he said, plopping down in the grass. Rory stood above him, a thoroughly confused look on her face.

"Where we are?" she asked.

"Here," he replied pointedly. "We are here."

"Well, what's so special about this particular spot?"

"You'll see," Andrew said, staring at the grave. "Sit," he commanded, patting the ground beside him. Rory rolled her eyes and polopped down on the spongey grass beside him. He was staring intently at a grave a few rows over. Rory cocked her head to look at the headstone. It was nothing special. In fact, she hadn't even heard of the man buried there. Which was strange for a Stars Hollow-ite. However, it was clear the grave was new, and soon Rory bored of looking at it. "When are we leaving?" Rory whispered sharply, but Andrew hushed her.

"Be quiet. There are a lot of unrested souls here, would you like to wake all of them up?" Rory sighed and started picking at the grass. It felt as though it had been hours. "My mom's expecting me soon," Rory whispered, looking at her watch. Again, she was hushed by Andrew.

Rory was falling asleep in her seat when she heard a rustle beside her. Andrew was getting up. She bent her neck to look at him, and he was staring at the grave, but getting something out of his pocket. She sighed to herself, whispering "What now?" under her breath. Andrew looked over at her.

"Rookie, catch," he tossed her a wooden stick and then stepped back into the shadows. Rory gave a strange look at the ground where Andrew had just been. It seemed like it was moving a little bit. Then, very suddenly, a hand shoved itself out of the soil. Rory screamed and dropped her wooden stick. It clattered on the ground, right next to the human body pulling itself up out of the grave. Rory screamed again, looking at the deformed faces of one of her former townspeople. "Pick up the stake," Andrew called to her. She shook her head in fear and jumped behind the little man. He sighed.

"I don't see you doing anything," Rory said to Andrew. The person had now fully emerged from the ground and was heading towards Rory and Andrew.

"I'm a watcher. It's your job to fight," he said, fear rising in his voice. He handed another stake to Rory and shoved her in the direction of the vampire. The vamp took a swing and before Rory knew what was happening, she was ducking it, and kicking him in the shin. "Oh, that was helpful," Andrew said sarcastically. Rory fought the urge to say something sarcastic back, but was unfortunately about to get the socks knocked off her. "Hit him in the face," Andrew called, and Rory obliged. However, the exact moment she crunched his nose, he barreled her stomach with a tightly balled fist. She fell to the ground and he just shook the blood off his face. Rory was breathing heavily, trying to ignore the pain, but her body just wasn't having any of it. The vampire bent over and picked her up like she was a feather. She fought the urge to cry, kick him in the groin, and run for terror. However, the kicking him in the groin part would've been helpful. "Stake him!" Andrew called sharply, already far away. Rory looked down at her hand, and then looked at the vamp's advancing teeth. She shoved the sharp end of the wooden stake into his chest, and he growled in pain before backing up and exploding into dust.

"What... the... hell?" Rory screeched. Her whole body was shaking, and she just fell down on the ground, staring at the pile of dust. "What?"

"He's a vampire."

"He exploded!"

"EXACTLY!" Andrew said, taking my arm and pulling me up. "Now, weren't you complaining about missing your mother?" He pushed me off out of the cemetary. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Gilmore. Bring a cross and a stake, and we'll get Faith to teach you some tricks." He parted from my side and got lost in the shadows of Stars Hollow at night.

Rory shivered. This was way too creepy, and way too real. At first, she had thought it to be some joke. Then, she thought that it wasn't all that serious, if true. Now... it was so strange. She went into Luke's diner and sat down for a cup of coffee at the counter. She didn't see her mother anywhere. "Bad night?" Luke asked her. She nodded woefully, staring into the black sludge of her cup. "You got back late. Lorelai was looking for you. And you're covered in dust... and mud. Where've you been?"

"Nowhere," she mumbled before pushing her coffee away. "Is Jess around?"

"Actually, I haven't seen him all night. I assumed that you two were off together."

"Oh. Well, we weren't. Are you sure you don't know where he is?" Luke nodded. Rory sighed, and got up. "I'm going home. See you tomorrow, Luke." Luke stared at her back as she left the diner. He knew something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out. He went over to the phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello?"

"Lorelai... its Luke. Rory was just here. It looks like she was in a fight or something. And she apparently hasn't seen Jess in ages, so I don't think that they were off together. She just started going home, so she should be there soon."

"Thanks Luke," said Lorelai lowly into the phone before hanging up.

Rory found herself in a familiar spot, looking for Jess. She called out his name weakly. It was so dark, she couldn't see him anywhere. She looked around the bridge, the surrounding area, and saw no sign of her boyfriend. She huffed and went off back to her house, arms clutched over her chest.

However, what she missed, hidden in the bushes, was a body. It was bloody and torn at the neck. His hair was gelled up to make perfect crazy hair, and his slightly lopsided mouth was open blankly, no words coming out. In the darkness, she had missed him entirely.

I am so sorry this one took so long. I'll try harder for chapter four.