Disclaimer: See chapter one. This chapter bears some similarities, and in one section, has the same lines, as in the episode "Leave it to Beaver." I don't claim ownership, and I wouldn't want to take credit away from the great RT and everyone else who works on Veronica Mars.

AN: I want to thank everyone for their comments. You guys make my day. Yes, this is another short chapter. Sorry! I write quicker this way. I especially write quicker when people give me plenty of reviews (hint, hint.) More will be coming, but at a slightly slower pace, because I will be going away over the weekend and I need to work out a few things about this story. I have the short-term ideas carefully figured out but I need to work on the longer term ones. Also, I would like your opinions on the pairings. I am personally more inclined to write for LoVe, as I love the chemistry the two have, but I want your opinions anyway. This is one of my very first stories, so I don't mind any help you guys can give me. If you have any recommendations on how to improve this story, or even suggestions on the plot itself, I'm open to them: just be nice! You can email me at my brand new email account: Reviews make me very happy. :D

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I'm not afraid

Of anything in this world

There's nothing you can throw at me

That I haven't already heard

I'm just trying to find

A decent melody

A song that I can sing

In my own company

I never thought you were a fool

But darling look at you

You gotta stand up straight

Carry your own weight

These tears are going nowhere baby

You've got to get yourself together

You've got stuck in a moment

And now you can't get out of it

Don't say that later will be better

Now you're stuck in a moment

And you can't get out of it

"Stuck in a Moment You Can't Get Out Of" U2

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As Veronica slowly regained consciousness, she realized that she wasn't dead...yet. Her head hurt and when she felt the wound to check, her fingers came back sticky with blood. Trying not to panic she strained her eyes to get some bearing on where she was, but it was too dark. She felt around the cold surface, looking for anything that could help her escape this prison cell. Her fingers brushed against a hard, warm object: her walkie-talkie. She turned on the light, which cast an eerie glow and confirmed her suspicions. She was trapped.

"Good morning, Veronica," Aaron's cheerful voice came over her walkie-talkie. "Now that you're awake, you can tell me where my tapes are.

"I told you before. I'm not going to help you," Veronica answered with fake bravado.

"Liar. I can taste your fear. I really thought you would be smarter than this. Where are the tapes? You know, Lilly never told me where the tapes were hidden either. I think there's a cautionary tale in that. Something like I'm not going to let a seventeen year-old piece of ass ruin my life!" Aaron screamed at her. Veronica couldn't stop the sob that escaped her.

Aaron changed his tactics. "What are you afraid of? Nobody's going to miss you. My son might be upset, but he'll get over you eventually. Nobody else gives a damn about you; they won't care when you're dead. If you lived to tell, no one would believe you, especially since I'm the great movie star Aaron Echolls."

"You're sick!" Veronica retorted, as she frantically tried to open the top of the refrigerator. Suddenly it gave way. Aaron peered down at her.

"I'm hungry. I think I'll have a snack," he stated, matter-of-factly. He pulled Veronica half out and quickly bit into her exposed neck, eliciting a gasp as his fangs pierced her skin. As Aaron was otherwise distracted in drinking her blood, she groped around behind her until her hand came to rest on a piece of wood.

She then thrust it deep into Aaron's chest. He let out a roar of anger as she used this opportunity to run away, screaming for someone, anyone to help her. She couldn't spare a glance back and had almost made it to her car, with her cell phone and taser waiting, when he grabbed her and threw her to the ground.

"You bitch," he yelled as he slapped her. She noticed he was bleeding, but apparently he had reacted fast enough to prevent the wood from entering his heart and killing him. "I think it's time for you to die."

He dragged her back, as she was no match for his vampire strength, and quickly enclosed her in the empty refrigerator again. He poured gasoline over everything but before he could set it on fire, he paused. He cocked his head, listening, and finally identified the sound he heard as cars approaching fast.

"Your knight in tarnished armor approaches," he whispered to Veronica, though she couldn't hear him. He grinned evilly and tossed the lighter onto to the flammable liquid.

"He's too late."

TBC