finally another chapter! sorry if this one sucks, because im pretty sure it does. anyway, read and review!! flames are accepted for sure. but not to hot...:)

"Look at all the trouble you caused me, bitch. Don't say a word, I don't give a shit, and when we get home, I want you to report to my office as soon as you have changed out of those filthy clothes," Ansem said menacingly, and I felt anger and fear bubbling up inside of me. I could only imagine what he was planning to do with me when we got home. We rode along in silence through the dark city, to the tall apartment building that Ansem called home. To me, it was hell.

I was yanked out of the car by Ansem's strong grip, and dragged by the collar to the house, so if even if I tried to escape, I couldn't. I glared at him as he shoved me in the doorway, and I stormed up the stairs as soon as I was released.

Our house was anything but welcoming, with its dark hallways and winding staircases, and dust collecting in every corner, the windows covered in grime. My room was small, with a bed and a dresser, and a small desk that held my sketchbook and a few pencils. Of all the money Ansem and his men had, obviously none of it could be wasted on his worthless "daughter".

I pulled off my dirty clothes, and threw on a pair of black leggings and a long button up shirt, slipping my boots back on. The mirror on the wall showed just how exhausted I looked, with my blonde hair tangled and messy, and my light blue eyes dull. With I sigh I walked down the stairs and into the secret basement of our house, which served as Ansem's office. Here goes nothing.

"About time," was the first thing that came to my ears when I pulled open the door. I snorted, before sitting down in a chair in the corner. Ansem's henchmen stood around me, all in their black, motorcycle garb, large shoulders and gruff faces intimidating. Their expressions were all business, if murdering people and stealing could even be considered business.

Did I forget to mention exactly what Ansem did again? Okay, well Ansem was the leader of a worldwide cult, a gang of a sort that instilled fear and hostility into nearly every city it occupied. The cult was the eviler side of an underground group of people who held unusual abilities, and were capable of worldwide destruction. Who were this group of people? Well, over history, we have become known as vampires.

That's right. I'm one too. Ansem's cult had the notion that vampires would one day take over the world, since they had powers that humans didn't Ansem sought out and killed humans and other vampires that tried to stop him from achieving his goal, and every time the government or other vampires were onto him, we would pick up and move the headquarters to a different location. For my whole life, I had been seeking an escape from this cult. I hated the fear Ansem instilled in people, the way he killed innocent humans, and gave the entire vampire race the reputation that his group held. I was sure that all vampires were not like him, because I had seen so many senselessly killed.

I glared at Ansem steadily, my eyes cold. He glared back with equal hatred, before saying, "Because of you, we have Xehanort after us. Your little run away just happened to carry us past his headquarters. Nice going, Namine."

"If I'm such a hassle to you, why don't you just let me go? What is one more enemy going to do to you anyway," I shot back. How dare he blame me for his stupidity. He didn't have to chase me, he could have just let me live my life elsewhere. "You know too much. I let you go, and you will go blabbing to Xehanort with your big mouth."

"You're afraid that I'll tell the truth? You're afraid that I might spill all of your secrets, so that God forbid, maybe someone could stop the killing? We wouldn't want that, now would we?" I said sarcastically, my face burning with anger, and my hands clutched at my sides. "We wouldn't want people to know what a bastard you are."

Ansem jumped up, blaring his fangs at me, his eyes wild and dangerous. "Don't you sass at me, you pathetic whore! You wouldn't have anything, ANYTHING if it wasn't for me; you would be DEAD! You are so weak and worthless, you're lucky I took you in, since nobody else would." My heart gave a violent pang, and I jumped up in rage.

"Don't you dare call me a whore. If you think I'm so worthless, you would have killed me already, wouldn't you? You would have killed me like you killed my mom and my two brothers! You are so.. so HEARTLESS!"

Suddenly I was thrown against the wall, Ansem standing over me, his breath heavy. "Maybe I will just kill you now," he said, his voice low. I kicked out with my foot, knocking him back a bit before jumping up. Next thing I knew, I was slammed against the wall again, by my collar, Ansem's yellow eyes hardly a hair's width away from mine. I struggled against him, my own eyes wide and furious. There was no way I would let him kill me, I would not be like all of his other victims. I brought my leg up and kicked him squarely in the stomach, only to have him tighten his grip on my neck, and his solid fist connect with my face.

I suppressed a cry of pain, and brought my hand up to the tightening grip on my neck, struggling for air. I lashed out my fangs, desperately trying to bite his hand.

Suddenly, there was a crash from above us, the grip on my neck gone, and I fell to the ground. I looked up to see a figure in a crimson cape aiming his gun at Ansem's head, Ansem's sword at his neck. They stood there, the anger radiating off them like fire, and one ghostly word escaping the stranger's mouth.

"Go." Was he talking to me? I looked up to him, and he flashed his dangerously red eyes at me. I jumped up and made a mad dash for the door, only to find it blocked off by more of Ansem's men. I jumped up, kicking one in the face, only to be punched by the other one in the gut. I staggered briefly, before charging at him. He pulled out his own sword as I whipped out my double blade. I blocked his vicious attacks, but just barely. My own training was the training I did on my own.

I saw an opening and slashed him across the stomach, and he fell over. I leapt over his body, hearing the heavy pursuits of other men behind me. Suddenly, there was an intense pain in my back as a sword was swiped across it, tearing open my shirt. I gasped and fell forward, into strong arms. In the blink of an eye, I was lifted up and soaring out of a high window in the arms of a stranger. Just before I lost consciousness, I took in gleaming silver hair.