Again I do not own any vampires(let alone know any tear)

Ok, this is the secnd chapter of Princess Me'tisse

"'ey, miss. You alright? Miss?" a cracked voice pulled me from sleep. "You need an amboolence, miss?"

"No, no I'm fine." I blinked up at a grubby looking man. His face was covered in dirt and his clothes were tattered and worn. Everything about him screamed homeless.

"Can you please tell me, were am I?" a slight panic slid over me.

"Why, you're in downtown Springton, Boston," his grin was large and black. "Say, you got any money?"

"No, I am most sorry sir."

The smile disappeared, "I didn't think so. You know who hurt such a pretty girl like you?"

"What are you talking about?" panic tightened my throat.

"You look like someone beat you. Blood around your mouth and ya gotta bruise on your forehead."

My hand went to my head automatically. A large bump had begun to form and it was extremely sore. I cringed at the touch. I found my mouth next, it didn't hurt, but dried blood flaked off onto my fingers.

"You mean to tell me that you had no clue you were hurt?" I shook my head, "What, were you sleep walkin?"

"I guess so, what time is it?" I looked to the sky. The sun was just coming up.

"Well, I'd have to say 'bout six, six thirty."

"Thank you" I said, nodding.

For the first time since I woke I looked around. I was sitting in an alley way. It was much darker then the streets only a foot or so away. I inhaled taking in what scents I could find. The most prominent was blood. It was cold and unappetizing. I shook my head, blood is never appetizing I told myself, though I couldn't help but feel that I was lying.

I pulled myself to my feet. The alley walls spun slightly, but settled once more. I smiled at the man and thanked him for his concern, not many people cared about others now a day.

Pulling myself out of the alley I looked down the street searching for an open business. A few shops down was a small cafe'. A neon sign flashed to say it was open.

As I stepped in the warm smell of coffee surrounded me. The scent was warm and comforting. The shop's owner watched me with a wary eye as I approached him.

"Do you have a phone, sir?" I could have just walked home, but then I wouldn't see my father's angry face as soon. I smiled at that thought.

"Only for paying costumers," his eyes were slits, scrutinizing my appearance.

"Then she'll have one coffee," a voice said from behind me.

I turned to see a young man smiling down at me. He must have been nearly six foot, especially seeing as I was very tall and not many men could look down at me. His teeth glittered in the light. He was an odd looking man, with hair of silver, not grey silver and eyes such a deep red one could melt in them.

"Are you going to take the phone or not," the shop owner barked at me. He held a white cordless phone in his hand.

"Thank you," I smiled sweetly taking the phone.

Stepping away from the counter I moved to the back. The numbers were hard to push in, like the phone was new, or hardly used. It certainly looked it.

The phone rang five times before the answering machine picked up. Asleep, dang it.

"Hello, mother, father. I don't know how I got here but I woke up in downtown Springton. Please, come pick me up. I'm scared. I'm at a cafe'. I don't know the address but the name is Rveillez-vous Cafe'. Please hurry." I turned the phone off and turned around.

"You know it's not nice to lie to your parents." The man was behind me.

"It's the emotion they expect me to feel. It's the only emotion that is explainable."

He nodded and handed me a cup of coffee. "Two sugars, two creams, and a dash of cinnamon."

It took me a minute, but then I realized what he said. That was exactly the way I took my coffee.

"You done?" The owner was next to me, an angry look painted across his face.

"Yes," I shoved the phone into his hands a walked over to the couch that the other man had sat down at. "Do I know you?"

"No."

"Do you know me?" I sipped my coffee.

"Yes," he wasn't really paying attention, but sipping his coffee and staring at the wall.

"How?" Curiosity was getting the better of me.

"Through your parents. What they never told you?" His eyes settled onto me.

"Told me what?"

"The one you call father, he isn't truly your father. And I have come to take you away. Oh, that reminds me, happy birthday."