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"Lorraine!" Zoë screamed with a mix of joy and terror. 'What is she doing here? She's not even twenty-one yet? Well, neither am I but that's not the point.' Zoë did the first thing she could think of. She wrapped her arms around her almost forgotten friend.

"Lorraine" Simon groaned. This was NOT good. 'She has so many memories, I don't think that she'll just forget we were here. What now?'

"Me!" Lorraine said as she returned Zoë's hug. But she suddenly pushed away. "This isn't what it looks like Zoë. I don't usually come to these things, and this guy, he just kinda came up to me and, and, and…" Lorraine touched the spot on her neck that Simon had bitten and felt the blood on her fingers. "You … you bit me. WHAT THE FUCK! YOU BIT ME! YOU FRICKIN BIT ME " Lorraine was yelling at Simon now but she stopped all of a sudden. "Zoë, you don't have a brother." Lorraine's questioning eye was turned to Zoë now.

"Well, you see, um Lorraine…" Zoë didn't know how to explain this whole situation to her old friend. Fortunately, she didn't have to. Unfortunately, it was because Zoë's dinner had found her. The college boys sauntered up to Zoë and grabbed her around the waist.

"You're a reeeeeeeeeal freaky chick. I like me them freaky chicks!" It's a Saturday night so obviously this college party boy has had one too many drinks. Okay maybe five or six too many drinks. He tried to lean in and kiss Zoë on the mouth but missed and fell on to her shoulder. Zoë pushed him off but he just collapsed on the ground. Turning back to her friend Zoë felt a strange wet sensation on her foot. The college boy was sucking on he calf. He reached a hand up and tried to put it under Zoë's skirt. Before Zoë could react Simon gave him a firm kick in the ribs. Every thing would have been fine, if this college boy hadn't come with friends. Out of nowhere two more college boys came behind Simon.

"HEY! You can't dooooo that to oooooour buddy. He's my buddy and this is my buuuuuddy, and the other three of him is my buddy, but you're NOT my buddy!" Obviously these boys had had too much to drink also. As Simon turned to tell them off the bigger of the two swung around and punched Simon in the nose. The force was so strong that it knocked Simon to the floor. Lorraine gasped and almost screamed but Zoë just rolled her eyes.

'Well this is great. Now where going to have but these losers up.' For some reason Zoë was happy. She was getting an adrenalin rush just thinking about knocking the snot out of these drunks. Zoë walked over to the big guy and put her left hand on his shoulder to hold him in place. With her right hand she placed a firm punch in his stomach. With a loud 'OMF' he crumpled to the ground.

"HEEEEEEY, now my buddies are on the floor. It's not nappy time." The last boy standing looked really confused. Talking out loud, he tried to figure out what had happened. "Now wait one cotton pickin thsecond, hehe cotton, my buddy wath thstanding HERE and now he'ssssss, where'd he go, he'sssssss THERE. You did this to him. YOU'RE A THSYCO BITCH!" He looked as if he had just found the meaning of life. Zoë couldn't help but laugh at him. He was such a funny drunk. 'If only my father had been like him' Zoë thought with a dark chuckle. She stuck her foot out and gently kicked his knee. He fell to the ground on top of his friend and passed out from too much booze. Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice. 'They must have creeps like this all the time in here.'

Zoë turned around to see Simon desperately trying to mesmerize Lorraine but it just wasn't working. She kept pointing at Zoë and mumbling things like, "But her mom died… how did she… what the fuck?" and so on and so forth. Zoë knew they needed to get Lorraine alone so she could at least make up a convincing lie.

"Come on Lorraine. Lets go shopping. I haven't gone shopping in so long. You'll have to show me all the best shopping…" Looping their arms together Zoë lead Lorraine out of the shady club and Simon followed. Once they got away from the loud music Zoë was able to start to think start. She led Lorraine away from the city and into the suburbs. They walked in silence, but it was a comfortable silence. Zoë was enjoying being with her friend again. 'Would it be that bad if I told her? She wouldn't believe me, but I could show her. I could show her the truth…'

THUD

Lorraine fell to the ground. Zoë spun around to face their attacker but the only person she saw was Simon. Simon was holding a large branch.

"What THE HELL! Why did you do that!" Zoë yelled at Simon. He didn't answer. Instead he grabbed her arm.

"Come on, we're leaving." Simon began to pull Zoë away but she didn't budge.

"We can't just leave her here. Why the hell did you do that!" Zoë was seething with anger. She didn't understand why Simon could be so uncaring towards her friend.

"You were going to tell her you were a vampire, weren't you?" Simon stared Zoë straight in the eye. Zoë couldn't keep eye contact and looked at her feet. "I knew it, you were going to tell her." Simon gave Zoë one of those looks that say, 'I'm very disappointed in you', and turned away from her.

"What do you care! Lorraine wa… IS my friend. I care about her and she would have understood." Zoë yelled at Simon. She couldn't help but be mad. Who was he to treat her like a child? Lorraine had been there for her entire life. She WOULD have understood. Zoë bent down and started to pick up her unconscious friend but never got the chance. Sweeping her off her feet, and not in the romantic way, he carried her away bridal style. Zoë was furious! She kicked and screamed and scratched his face. Her nails made shallow gashes on his face that quickly disappeared, leaving long trails of dried blood behind.

"We don't have time for this" Simon muttered as he fought Zoë. "Zoë you have to understand reason. Why don't you get it? You can't just tell people and expect them to understand!" Simon dropped Zoë and held her wrists tight so she could not hurt him.

"I understood." Zoë spat out with all the venom she could muster. This made Simon falter. In his moment of indecision Zoë reclaimed her wrists and turned away from him.

"Zoë…" Simon whispered and tried to hug her.

"Oh don't you 'Zoë' me. I understood! I helped you! Where would you be without me!" Zoë was yelling at him now. "I was the one who gave you my blood. I was the one who helped you kill Christopher. I was the one who … who fell in love." She turned to face Simon. Tears were spilling down her face. Simon hung is head in shame the worst part about what Zoë had said was that it was completely and utterly true.

"Heh, I don't need to deal with this." Zoë turned on her heel and left Simon standing there stupidly. "SOMEBODY GET ME A DAMN CIGARETTE!" Zoë yelled to the invisible people in her head as she stormed away to find a place to hide from the sun.

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