DISCLAIMER: don't own AVATAR.

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3, The Sighting

"Guys, we should be landing soon, it's almost dark. And you never know, he might actually come this time!" Katara said quietly to her brother and friend. Sokka, her brother scoffed.

"Katara, don't tell me you actually believe those myths about how the Fire Nation is ruled by vampires!" Sokka said, shaking his head. Katara glared at her brother.

"Sokka, how could you not believe it? We have never seen him, the attacks are always during the day!" Sokka rolled his eyes, and Katara thought she heard him mutter, "superstitious freak".

She glared at her brother, before joining Aang at the head of Appa.

"You believe the stories, right Aang?" Katara asked the young Avatar. He nodded.

"'Course I do, Katara. I mean, a hundred years ago there were still stories about the vampires. One of my best friends, Kuzon, who was from the Fire Nation, thought he saw the Fire Lord carry a sleeping woman back to the Palace. And that was a hundred years ago!"

Sokka sat straight up.

"Not you too!" He wailed.

Aang and Katara grinned at each other, before he steered Appa to the ever-nearing village.

Zuko let out a low animal growl when he heard a knock on his door. Only one man would dare to do that…

"Oh nephew of mine!" The prince snarled. Uncle Iroh.

"What is it, uncle?" Zuko snapped.

"The moon has risen, time to get up!" The vampire prince finished adjusting his breastplate.

"I was already up!" Zuko snapped when he opened the door. His jolly uncle was waiting for him on the other side.

"Well, Mr. Grouchy, one of the soldiers said that the Avatar has landed at a nearby village! We'll get a bite, and then go get him!" Zuko blanched.

"No, uncle. I'll be going. My men are too much of idiots to do this, and you're not exactly in shape," Zuko finished, glancing down at Iroh's big belly.

"Leave it to me to get the Avatar." Zuko hissed, before disappearing down the hall. Iroh shook his head, and sank his fangs into the neck of a nearby soldier.

After checking the door to make sure it was locked from the inside, and the windows were bolted as tightly as possible, Katara only felt a little better. The town she and her friends had landed in was like Sokka: did not believe the stories about the Fire Nation.

So it meant that Katara had to give up some of her own items of protection so Aang and Sokka could stay safe.

"Thanks Katara, you sure you'll be alright?" Aang had asked when she had given him the small pouch of powdered silver to sprinkle around his and Sokka's bedroom door. Vampires hated silver.

She nodded, she was grateful that Aang didn't think that the vampire Prince might come for her…

But she was terrified.

Prince Zuko's feet made no sound as he wandered through the forest surrounding the village. From far away, it looked as if the prince was gliding on air.

The golden eyes of the prince closed as he sang into the night.

I waited for you today

But you didn't show

No no no

I needed You today

So where did You go?

You told me to call

Said You'd be there

And though I haven't seen You

Are You still there?

His eyes opened a little, the eye covered by his scar remained closed, so it seemed as if there was a faint fire light lost deep in the forest. Zuko had a beautiful voice, a deep, smooth tenor that would always be that way if he sang softly or loud.

Zuko's eyes snapped open when he heard a reply.

I cried out with no reply

And I can't feel You by my side

So I'll hold tight to what I know

You're here and I'm never alone

Katara sighed softly. Her mother use to sometimes sing that when her father had went out hunting. She got off the seat next to the windowsill, and sank into the bed that some people from the village had lent her.

Prince Zuko moved faster than a dream in the forest, hell bent on finding the singer. No one had ever replied to his song, so that meant…

Zuko sank into the shadows of the town, and ignored the call to take another life. The call of the blood of innocents was all around him, but he shook it off.

He gently laid his hand on the window shutters, and smirked when he felt the shutters only move a little. So his little singer had tried to keep him out? Big deal. This young lady had nothing other than locks and bolts to protect her, and they were nowhere near enough.

He curled his muscular fingers around the wooden blinds, and shoved open the shutters. His lips curled into a cruel smile when the shutters opened harmlessly and silently.

The vampire stepped into the room silently, and was aware when a pair of young eyes snapped open.

She had no idea what had woken her, but some terrible presence had shook her from her dreams.

Her icy blue eyes snapped open, but took several seconds to adjust to the dark. Her eyes scanned her room, and her heart started to beat faster when no moonlight came through the spot where the window should be.

All she could see were two bright, golden eyes.

Because he was a vampire, he could see very well in the dark, and this young woman was beautiful. The most beautiful and perfect caramel skin complexion, wonderful earthy brown hair, and large wonderful blue eyes. He knew immediately knew he had to have her she was his.

Katara couldn't see the figure, but some horrific truth lying at the pit of her stomach told her who it was. There was nothing she could do she was trapped.

So Katara screamed.

Her voice was sharp, loud, and clear, a contrast to her most gentle singing, Zuko thought disappointingly. He paused as he started to move through the window.

"Until next time." Zuko whispered to Katara quietly, and he was gone.

There was a sharp pounding on the door, and Katara's face paled, was it back already? No, impossible, it would have came through the window!

"Katara! Katara! Open the door! It's me, Sokka!" Katara gave a sigh of relief, and rushed to the door to let her brother in. As she walked through the room, Katara felt a warm liquid touch her feet, but ignored it.

She quickly unlocked her door, and opened it. There stood Sokka and Aang, and the kind old man who had given them rooms, holding a torch, outside her door.

"Katara, what happened? We heard you scream!" Sokka asked, panicking. Katara tried to explain, but words seemed to have left her. How was she suppose to explain her brother, her friend, and the villager that a vampire prince of the Fire Nation had broken into her room?

She didn't need to, Aang had peered around her, and his face went whiter than a ghost's.

"No…" Katara turned around, and saw the most deadly thing ever.

Painted all over the floor and windowsill in what appeared to be blood, was the Fire Nation insignia.

Scary, huh? Katara has been seen by Prince Zuko the vampire! He left his mark! remember wut wuz written about male vampires appearing a woman's room at night!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Never Alone, it belongs to BarlowGirl

INSANITY AT ITS FINEST
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