Wow three chapters in one day. Although, the first two were already writen. So, again I do not own any vampires or demons. If this story sounds like your life, not my fault I'm just pulling things from thin air. And if it does sound like your life, contact me. I would really love to meet a vampire, that would rock my glowing neon pink socks. I think I've written that before, oh yeah, in my profile. Oh sorry, on with the story.

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"Leanna Margret Jonson, what on earth are you doing downtown, and in your…pajamas?" My mother's harsh voice sounded from behind me. She stood at the end of the counter taking in my image. Her hand went to her mouth when she saw the blood. "What on earth has happened to you?"

Before I knew it her arms were wrapped around me and she was sobbing in my ear. My father came around the corner next. Anger filled his face, and then he saw the man. A look of grief and pain slid into place hiding the anger.

"Eh-hem," the man cleared his throat. My mother pulled away and took notice of him for the first time. The same pain and grief filled her eyes as my father's. "As I'm sure you are aware, the time has come that your daughter come with me…"

"So, soon?" My mother blurted out.

"Yes, so soon. As I was saying, she had her first feeding last night, which alerted us. Thankfully no one is dead. I must add that, that was very careless of you Leanna."

I was so angry and confused, not a good combination, "I have no idea what you are talking about. I wake up in a freaking alley and some creep says he's taking me away. I'm sorry, but I think I deserve an explanation before people start yelling at me," I was standing and didn't even realize it.

"Now, Leanna, there is no reason that you should get so flustered. It was a mist…"

"I'm sorry, no reason to get FLUSTERED?!?!? I am way beyond flustered. Did you not here what I just said."

"Leanna, relax. Your behavior is inexcusable," this man was getting on my nerves.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, "better?" He nodded, "Okay, as I was saying, I don't even know who you are and you are saying that you are taking me away."

"My name is Yosuke, and you are correct. I cannot believe that you have not told her," the man looked over to my parents. He looked like he was scolding a couple of children, which I couldn't understand seeing as he looked younger than them.

"What, besides someone taking me away, did they not tell me?"

"Perhaps your parents should explain, for now I must go prepare your living arrangements," Yosuke stood and walked out of the café.

I glared at my parents, "You think that this would have come up sometime before I was preparing to leave for college."

"Let's get home, get some food and then talk about this," my father was massaging his temples as if he had a headache.

"No, no food. As soon as we get home you are going to tell me what," I had to swallow to prevent myself from saying a few choice words, "is going on."

My parents looked stunned by my sudden out burst. Through all my years, no matter how annoyed or angry I had been I was always polite. That time was gone, I wanted answers.