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His eyes showed the shock and then in one instant, Shaloub was gone, replaced by flowing dust. I scrambled off, trying to pat the stuff off, totally forgetting about the other vampire, who luckily had ran away. I took a second more to soak in the information and then started running, as fast as my legs could take me.

Ch : 4 –

My feet pounded against the dirt, I felt my shoulder bleeding, red droplets flying with to the grounds. I let them, the numbing helped. It got me to camp; it let me burst into my parents tent, without thought of what they might think. It let me ramble on about vampires, Shaloub, and every weird dream that I had ever had. The numbingness took over when there was nothing else to say, letting me fall deep into unconsciousness, but when I needed it the most though, faced with the worried faces of my parents in a blinding white hospital room, all I had left was a biting headache and a scratchy gown to cover me.

I looked into their eyes and what I saw worried me. Something in them, told me their concern was past my physical state, and towards my mental one, of coarse later this was all confirmed with some clever snooping and reading of medical records. I found out that they believed I had a phychotic break, some sorta mental disease, all thanks to Grandma Etna. They thought I had hallucinated the whole thing, but then again who wouldn't? If a deranged, bleeding teenager, comes screaming into your tent, rambling on about vampires, there's only two answers. 1. Drugs, or 2. Crazy. My parents chose the second one after recieving my tox test…and itwasn't all that fun.

3 months later…

I hate this place. There's no trees to climb, no villages to meet crazy people, who want to suck your blood, not even a swamp to wade through. I was in L.A. and it sucked.

After the incident- as my parents had affectionately tagged it- they figured I was in need of stability. Yes, shipping us off to the land of malls and botox; I'm liturally swimming in the stabability, heh.

It was too loud

It was too quiet

There were too many people.

There were too many stores.

Too many cars.

And our house…A HOUSE!

The few weeks there, I went into a TV land. Watching show after show: Law and Order, ER, info-mercials, and lots of reruns from FRIENDS. I secluded myself into the dingy basement, flopped onto a Lazy Boy recliner, and drowned out the world. This arrangement worked for awhile, sorta.

I don't think about my world, but the 12 others on TV. Mine came back right about the time when my jeans were getting too tight, and my bed creaked under my weight every time, I dared travel through the "Parent Zones" to sleep in my bedroom.

So, on a Saturday morning I put on my stiff running shoes the ones with the "outlawed" pink stripe, and went out, leaving a 5:00AM and coming back, sweaty and legs like jelly. Sure, every breath sounded like a cat dieing, and the 20 mere steps that it took to get to my bedroom, almost made me faint. I felt good…I finally felt alive. In all these changes, turning from the coach potato to Miss. Hyperactive, I almost forgot about why i was there...why fashion had suddenly changed from lose cargos to short skirts and scrunches….then again I said almost