About twenty minutes later Danica, Vancha and Darrel had completely fended off the vampaneze. Darren and Anya were still MIA.

"So how long has it been since your family was killed." asked Vancha.

"Umm...20 years I think." Darrel and Vancha looked at her with gaping eyes.

"What! 20 years how old are you?" Yelled Darrel.

"I'm about 36, i guess." Unbelievable to anyone who stood around her she looked as if she were in her early 20's. "What! You don't believe me. I dont age that fast. Believe me its not easy going through high school looking like a fucking kid!"

"Yikes a little mean dontcha think." Darrel turned around to see Anya standing in the door way. He jumped up and was about to hug her when...she punched him in the face.

"OWWW! WHAT THE FUCK!" scream Darrel holding his nose.

"Thats what you get for leaving me to be stuck with that asshole."

"Which one? Darren?" Anya sighed and hit him again in the shin.

"No the one from when we were little. Dipshit."

"Your a bitch you know."

"I know." Anya said triumphantly.

Yeah short chapter I kow. But i feel like no one reads it. So this might be the last chapter I have. Review and i'll try to write more.