Another chapter of my story of which I am making up as I go. Pathetic. A good writer has their story planned out like years ago. OH well. I guess I'm not like other writers. :)

Emily sat on the couch and stared at the area that Danny and his friends had vanished through to go to school. Emily was mad that Danny just left without saying anything or even remembering that she was there. Slowly she sat up and got used to the dizziness in her head. Once she was sure that she could stand, she scooted to the edge of the couch and froze when she heard a slight sound.

It sounded like a cat's growl except much lower. She knew that sound all too well. She knew that if she didn't leave now, Danny's family would be hurt. She shot up too fast and the dizziness overcame her. She fell back down on the couch and felt like she were going to be sick. She heard that sound again. It was closer, much closer. It was coming after her. She had to leave, now.

Ignoring the sick feeling in her stomach, she shot up and out the front door. She heard that sound again and it was right behind her. It was too close. She was out in the street when she felt its hand reaching out for her. No house was safe for her or any of her friends. She had to leave Danny and his family alone if she didn't want them to get hurt.

Looking down the street she noticed that she had stopped a little bit of traffic. Smiling, she moved out of the way and watched as the cars drove by to reach their destination. She saw something in the corner of her eye and looked to find a tall man staring at her on the other side of the street. He was about 6 foot 8 and had dark brown hair. Just by looking at him you could tell that he was very strong and worked out constantly. He was staring at Emily with his peircing metalic blue eyes. She shuddered a little and a car blocked her veiw. Once it had passed, the man was gone.

She knew that man and knew that it was him who had chased her through Danny's house.She knew why he was after her and knew that if he ever caught her, it would be terrible for the world. She turned to walk down the street towards the edge of town to only find the man standing about six feet away from her. Her heart stopped and her pupils grew. If he even touched her, she would be beaten. That man was her grandfather and he was over two hundred years old. He is where she had inherited her vampire side.

Ooo. Look now. It's grandpa. Just give yourself up already. I'm bored...and hungry.

Shut up about being hungry!

Your just mad becuase grandpa wants to get rid of you. sticks out tongue

Emily instinctivly took a step back and her grandfather took a step forward. He was smiling now becuase he knew that he had the uppper hand. As long as she had those bracelets on, she wouldn't be able to aviod him for long. He took another step forward and she took another back. He took two and she took three.

"Emily Vixen.." He paused before saying her last name. "Vansela." That made her heart stop agian. Curse that name. Curse it. It was the name that all vampires in her family had. If they were a girl, their middle name was always Vixen. If they were a guy, it was always Connan. No one ever knew why, it just was. "You cannot run from who you are for long, Vixen."

"Stop calling me by my middle name!" Emily shouted back.

"You shouldn't yell at your grandfather like that, dear. You might get into trouble." He disappeared. Emily knew where he was anyway. She jumped and then ducked to avoid her grandfathers hands. He appeared right behind her and was trying to catch her. When she dodged the second try, she lost her footing and fell. She was clumsy in her human form, only when she is in her ghost form was she really able to get away from her grandfather.

She hit her head on the sidewalk and white spots danced around her eyelids. She sat up and rubbed her head. She suddenly felt a hand grab her waist. It pulled her up next to a warm body and grabbed her with two arms. Emily opened her eyes to look into the face of a teenager.

"Hey babe. Names Dash. You need any help?" all tall masculan, blonde, blue eyed boy asked. He was wearing a Casper high jacket and jeans.

"N..no. I'm fine. I just..tripped." Emily tried to stand on her own two feet but Dash wouldn't let her.

"No way. A beautiful dame like you shouldn't be walking around just after hitting her head on the sidewalk. I'll take you to my house 'till your better." Dash carried her down the street torwards his house, dispite Emily's protesting.