-Chapter 3-

I looked over my Diary in the morning. Last night's entry was almost unreadable. The page was practically filled with the word "stupid". I did make a note about dandies, and drew a little stick man with a derby hat. I laughed, and tucked it under my pillow with my dagger.

I began thinking since the fight if I should stay or not. I could stay find a job and be a hunter helper, or have a weeks vacation for once and leave for the next city. Both were very likable ideas.

After I took a shower and got out there was a knock at my door. I quickly got dressed and opened the door.

"You do this one more time and I'll call the police and call you a stalker." I say to Garren.

"Okay. So we were all wondering if you were considering on joining us." He smiled, leaning on the door frame.

"Considering my views are slightly different than yours I don't know if I should." I said.

"Oh?" Garren sounded surprised.

"I want every single vamp gone, including your little friend." I said, looking back at him soberly.

"So you have something against Jason? That's why you aren't joining us?" he looked interested.

"Just that he is a vampire. I'm sure he is a wonderful down to earth person if he wasn't one of the living dead." I said. "Hey hows that bite?"

"Meh." he shrugged, as I noticed the bandage. "And what is your problem with them?"

"If you're going to stand there and just ask questions, you might as well come in and sit."

He sauntered in, and looked around.

"Whoa, your place is worse than ours!" he voiced his opinion.

"Yeah, my decorator is Decomposition. How do you like her work this year?" I said sarcastically. "I just moved in, and I don't intend to actually live here. So I'm putting off actually cleaning until need be." I sighed and showed him the only place to sit which was my bed or... the kitchen counter, if one wanted to sit on it with all the bug eggs.

"Yes, I see." he looked down at the mildewed mattress with a sleeping bag rolled out on it. He sat gingerly on the edge, and I sat on the floor directly in front.

"Want some murky chlorinated beverage while you interrogate me?" I asked, trying to be polite.

He looked worried.

"It's okay, I think I bought some bottled water yesterday." I smiled and got a bottle and threw it to him. "So about the disliking vamps... I don't have any trust for them what-so-ever. Their blood lust is so intense, I don't think it's possible to avoid it forever. Plus they raided my home and killed my folks after I ran off."

"Sorry to hear."

"All my fault, thought I could trust them not to go after my family. How wrong I was." I laughed bitterly like it was nothing.

"Well Jason is different." Garren said, with confidence.

I yawned, making him scowl.

"He was turned against his will. He wants to get back at them for doing that to him. He's different." Garren repeated the 'different' again, and it was not impressing me.

"If whats-his-name thinks he can control himself, then slayers should not be needed and should be picking pansies." I said.

"Plus the concoction I make for him." Garren said defensively.

"Voodoo?" I ask.

"I don't know. It's just herbs, and blood, and stuff. It works."

"Okay. You think that." I shake my head, and got up from the stained floor. "And I'll think about what you have said, and I'll get back to you on that joining thing." I say and opened the door, trying to get the point to him that he should leave.

"Okay good." he said and got up.

"I have a question though."

He looked at me.

"No one else is coming to bug me are they?" I asked seriously.

He laughed, "I don't know, maybe?" he walked out of my space, and I slammed the door shut.

I growled low. This was becoming stressful. I've always been a lone wolf, never bothered by anyone. Now I feel like I'm being attacked, and I didn't like it. I got my coat and keys and walked out too see if any of my interviews went well.

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I burst through my door seething, when I returned from my job hunts. My patience with waiting for things is extremely thin compared to talking with dim witted people. So I had to wait my whole afternoon out by doing nothing. I had no phone to wait beside, or money to spend on fun things, or a t.v.

I could clean... I thought to myself and stuck out my tongue at the mess. I cringed... as I remembered I had no soap. I could go shopping, I shuddered... then clean. I marched outside again into the sun and walked angrily to the store. I came back with snacks, a huge bottle of bleach, cloths, and a sprayer.

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By night fall, I was tired and my head was swimming from the chemicals despite that my one window was open. I looked at the stain that was now an orange colour, it's better than the dull crimson it was before I thought to myself.

I had a quick shower and changed into my hunting clothes. I ran out of the building this time with my dagger in my boot, my crossbow strapped to my chest, and my stakes lined around my hip like a belt. Tonight was the time to slay.

I started to stalk the territory where the fight was the night before and spread out from there. Knowing what was out there just excited me to no end. My eyes scanned the darkness intent on finding what I've come here for.

Soft snickering came out from the shadows. I turned around and three vampires walked out.

"Look it's a girl." one said.

"Wha ya doin here girly?" another one asked.

"Looking for some fun." I smiled, sliding out a stake from it's place.

"So are we." the third one smiled, baring his teeth.

I unclipped the cross bow, and slid a stake into the shaft. I pulled it out and shot a vamp in the head, dusting it. The two left looked at me and jumped me. I got punched in the head and gut a few times, before I flipped one over and dusted him, the other one ran off. I swore and tore after him.

I hate running, I told myself as I jumped over things just to try and catch up to him. Almost every time I had to give chase to something I'd either trip and fall or they would get away. I readied my crossbow and aimed, hitting the stupid vamp in the shoulder not even phasing him. I hissed, and just as I stopped he stumbled and crashed. I ran up before he could run again and stabbed him with my dagger wrenching it from his chest as he turned to dust.

My luck boosted my ego as I continued my hunt. I came across a lone woman vampire, obviously there to lure drunken men.

"Hi." I said waving at her.

She looked down at me, sniffing the air lightly.

"Slim pickings huh?" I asked half smiling as I set up my cross bow in the dark.

She smiled back at me, her teeth shining in the dim light.

I pulled the trigger and dust settled to the ground. I skip off looking for anyone else to destroy. Walking onto a empty avenue, I felt electricity in the air. I walked more cautiously looking around for any sign of anything.

I heard foot steps all around me counting at least ten. I sighed to myself, thinking that I should have done a bit more research on these vamps. I looked around and a few Dandies came out of the shadows casted by the moon.

"You're an easy catch to find, love." One of them said.

I nodded lightly to myself counting what I had guessed, ten.

"Aren't you going to run?" He asked.

"No." I looked at him like he was crazy.

He shared looks with his group, who were around me in a circle.

"Do you have the others with you?" he asked, smiling at me as I was alone right now.

"Why would I?" I asked, taking out stakes spinning them in my hand.

He chuckled and snapped his fingers, and four of them swarmed me. I took out the first one by throwing the stake squarely at the chest, smiling at myself for being able to do that. Grabbing my dagger from my sock I sliced the next vamp's arm as I scrambled to get out of his grasp. I threw my dagger at the one who was closest to my heels. Slid under the legs of the other, ripping up my pants, and stabbed him in the back. For the last one I used my cross bow. I was panting in the end, these vamps knew how to scurry.

The leader vampire chuckled, as he looked at me from outside the circle. He smiled broadly and all the vamps tackled me. My head was swimming from all the punches I was receiving, trying to block and duck.

I slowly started getting out of the pile, swearing each time I got caught. Soon a car squealed to a stop and the vamps started to scatter, and disappear. I was able to dust one more vamp, before my head connected with the pavement from a strong punch.

I couldn't move or speak but I heard mumbling, and feeling myself being picked up.