Author's Note: K, so this isn't as long as I planned. But never fear! I am working on chapter numero seven-o so by the time you finish reading this chapter, I shall hopefully be done with the next one! Oh, and to help you understand what's going on here:

It's in Tiff's point of view. In case anybody reading this is a newbie and doesn't know what POV stands for.

Disclaimer: I do not own Frankenstein or his monster. Or beer. I have bunches of empty beer cans cuz I like to recycle aluminum that I find left in ditches and stuff, but not the actual beverages themselves. Always recycle, people! It's good for the planet! ...Plus, some recycling places pay you for the stuff, which is always a fun time. Anywho...

POV Tiffany

Wow. Talk about a blow off. I wonder what's so bad about our wanting to meet Frii's family that she had to get so angry! And why did Rob suddenly get so mad about it? She's been this secretive since we met her at the beginning of ninth grade. What's so different that he started getting annoyed now?

I sigh. So many questions. And so very few answers.

I glance toward the parking lot, and then shake my head. There's no catching Rob to talk to him; I can't chase down a car. Nope, no chance of that.

I start jogging in the direction Frii had gone. She's quite a bit more athletic than I am, but she'll probably slow down once she's out of hearing distance from the school. If there's something wrong, I'm going to do anything I can to help.

Okay, so maybe following Frii wasn't the best idea I've ever had… I think I might have missed a turn somewhere back there. Or made a turn that she didn't make. I'm in a part of town that I've never seen before. The buildings here are all poorly kept, at best. The paint is peeling or has already peeled away on most of the houses, and several have cracked walls and broken windows. This can't possibly be where Frii lives! This neighborhood is way too rundown, and the few people I've passed keep looking at me funny. I probably should get out of here; I don't think it would be very safe to keep walking around alone after dark…

Man, I'm in some deep crud right now. I glance at the muddy, cracked sidewalk. In maybe more ways then one.

I've tried tracing my path several times in an attempt to get back to school, so I could go home from there, but it just got me even more lost. I'd ask somebody for directions, or maybe borrow a cell phone or something, but there isn't anybody that I can see. It's like the whole street has been abandoned. I mean, I should probably be glad in that nobody's out here that can mug me or anything, but it's still really creepy. It looks like this half of the city has turned into a present-day ghost town.

"Psst!" I whirl about in confusion. "Hey, you! Girl!" Where…? "Over here!" I finally see an old woman sticking her head out her front door. Her eyes jump and sweep the area, searching for something, I don't know what. I glance around, but I don't see anything. Finally she focuses on me again.

"What are you doing outside this hour?" She asks me, as she returns to gazing about in what seems to be fright.

"Um, I'm kind of lost. I was looking for a friend, but… Uh, who are you again?"

Her eyes widen in surprise, like it should be obvious. "Night is a dangerous time. There is much to fear in the dark."

I look around again. Still just me and her. Not another soul in sight. "Like, gangs and burglars?"

"No! Monsters. Terrible monsters!" Oo-kayyy…"They look like people, but they are very dangerous! They have wings like angels, fangs like werewolves, and horns like buffalo!" Abruptly, she freeze, staring at me. Her voice wavers, "You are one of them aren't you!" Then she starts yelling at me! "Stay away! Leave me alone! Please don't hurt me!" SLAM!

Okay, now THAT was weird! You'd think the elderly would be the least likely candidates for superstitious insanity. I mean, do I seriously look anything like a winged werewolf with demon horns? And even if such things could exist, they obviously wouldn't look human with monstrous features like horns and wings. Sheesh! Werewolves are just the inventions of imaginative horror movie writers.

I shake my head and turn back to the street to continue on my way. But I halt at what I see down the road: a tall, hunched figure carrying some kind of pack in his right hand, his back jerking around as if some large animal is trying to escape from under the giant black hoody. The person grunts as a huge object suddenly ejects from the side of the hoody, and a second from the other side. The things move back and forth slowly, rhythmically, extending sideways until they total at least ten feet in length. Holy Frankenstein! That guy has WINGS!

My short, strange conversation with the old lady darts back into my mind, and I reflexively take a few steps backward—

Right onto a discarded beer can. CRICK-KA! Crud! Definitely NOT good!

The monster spins around to face me. "Tiffany?" What the-? How the heck-?

"No! How—where—?" He trips over his own feet, and crawls backward, skidding and slipping in the mud as he does so. "That's not—!"

Wait a minute! I know that voice! If my eyes weren't bugging out before, they most certainly are now! "FRII?"

Ya now do you see why I stopped short? It just occurred to me that it would make a really interesting cliffie, which I have deemed safe to place since I've updated this story more times, and more often, than any other and STILL haven't lost my inspiration yet! YAY! Review, please! I'd love to hear from all my wonderful readers!