Chapter 3: Charming

"Who's there?" I snapped as I kissed my vampire charm, a silver fish, for good luck.

"It's us," replied a stern voice. "We've come to collect."

My heart froze. I knew that voice. It was the same one that had come to my father's house right before he died. It was Juno, the head of the Accents. The last time I had saw him, I was forced to pay 90,000§ or else he would reveal me to the vampire hunters.

"Come in," I stammered as I reached for the brass door handle.

In came two hundred pounds of solid mass. Mind you, Juno wasn't fat, he was extremely muscular. His face was handsome to a human. He had dark black hair with the usual teal eyes.

"Your father didn't give it to us; we know you have it," Juno growled as he sat down at my kitchen table.

This confused me. I had no idea why Juno had come. I knew it had something to do with my father, but I had just assumed that he was going to threaten me not to tell anyone about what he'd done or something of that sort.

"I don't know what you're talking about Juno," I answered truthfully as I sat down next to him. "Blood?"

I offered him some chilled blood from the ice box, but he pushed it away.

"I don't care about damn blood!" he rumbled. "Give me it! That's all you'll have to pay for the rest of your life. Swear on the Vamp's code. Now do as your told or else I'll have to bring you to my place."

"I seriously do not know what you're talking about!" I insisted as I lifted my arms in the air.

"Don't act stupid! The charm, girl! The charm! Where is the charm that your father treasured so deeply?" he shouted. Instantly the rest of the Accents came into the room. "Take her if she won't tell."

My mind flashed back to the time when I was sixteen (in human years). That was the night that I had been changed into a vampire. I remember that when I woke up, my father was wearing an odd necklace with a charm on it. The charm looked like this:

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I was smart enough to know that I shouldn't tell Juno where the charm was. That was, if I had known where it was.

"I don't know what charm you're talking about," I muttered as I traced my finger across the table.

Juno frowned and angrily commanded two of the Accents to bag me. The smaller one, a beautiful brunette, held open the bag, while the big one, a large male, thrust me in. There was no oxygen in the bag, so I suffered but did not die.

"Let's go," Juno commanded.

I could hear his foot steps click out my apartment door. The sounded like a clock that was ticking away the time until my death.