Oh man. I'm sorry for not posting in forever D: Sorry to anyone who cares xD But umyeah. Thanks for the reviews : D I tried to make this one long... I think I may have failed : O Oh noes. But I PROMISE that I'm gunna work on this alot over the week : D If I don't. You can feed me to Twooey. TTTT Alive.

After a while of selling tons and tons of flowers and whatnot, we finally had enough money to revamp the store. I was somewhat excited. But not as excited as Seymour and the others.

I glanced over at our plant from hell. He was big now. Seymour had bandages all over his fingers. I didn't. But my hands were scarring up. Taking care of that plant was hell. I was feeling the effect of lost blood lately.

From time to time, I'd daze out. My vision would fade and I'd stumble. Audrey always asked me what was wrong. I just pushed it off, saying it was...-ahem- female problems.

It took us the whole day to clean up the store. By the time we were done, it was dark. Audrey gathered her stuff together.

"You going somewhere?" I asked her, leaning on a mop I had just finished using. She glanced at me and smiled slightly.

"Orin is coming to pick me up, we're uh...going on a date." She said smiling. But only slightly. I could tell she was nervous.

"So I'm gunna get to meat the guy eh?" I asked. She nodded. I smirked. This was good. Maybe I'd get to set him straight... Or maybe not. Who knows?

Suddenly, the front door slammed open. In came some guy in a leather jacket.

"Hey, asshole, we're closed." I spat out. He didn't even look at me when I said that. I was about to yell it again, when Audrey ran up to him. I saw Seymour come from the back out of the corner of my eye.

"Oh, Ellie, It's alright." She said smiling. "This is my boyfriend!" She squeaked out happily. "Orin!"

Seymour frowned angrily. I looked at him, and he looked at me. I shook my head. He took a step back. "So you're the boyfriend I've heard sooo much about." I purred out grinning.

"I guess I am." He said. Audrey was standing behind him, clutching onto her jacket. She was about to say something, when he turned around and glared at her fiercely. "Do NOT talk! GOTTHAT!" He yelled at her. She flinched.

"Yes Orin! Sorry Orin!" She cried out. I wanted to say something. But I felt that if I did say something, it would be Audrey facing the consequences... So I shut my mouth. Seymour was peeved, I could tell. Orin glanced at him, finally noticing him.

"And who's this pipsqueak here?" He asked.

"That's Seymour!" Audrey spoke out, grinning happily. I smiled. She was so cute when she was happy. It's a shame she was barely like that. Orin turned around looking peeved, again.

"Was I TALKING TO YOU!?" He yelled. I could tell he was on the verge of slapping her. He raised his hand.

"OI!" I yelled out. Orin turned to me. I glowered at him. "Is there anything we could help you with or what?" I spat out, restraining myself from turning violent. I thing he ignored what I said.

"Seymour...?" He said. Seymour nodded. "Well hey! I've heard of you! You're the plant guy eh?" He asked. Nervous, Seymour nodded. "Hot damn! Can I see it?" Seymour muttered out a silent 'I guess'.

We all walked over to where the plant was. Orin laughed as he studied it. I didn't get the man. Why couldn't he just leave? He made me want to do bad stuff. I didn't like him. He peeved me off for no reason. He was talking with Seymour about the plant. Asking questions and whatnot. I couldn't process what was being said. I just wanted the guy out.

"Um, Can you go now? We need to clean up. And it's hard with you walking around re-mudding my floor." I said, butting into their conversation. Everyone looked at me. I was looking pissed. Orin just grunted out something and pulled out Audrey.

He had a motorcycle. I could hear it vroom off.

I threw the mop to the ground. "DAMN HE PISSES ME OFF!" I yelled out. Seymour just looked at me.

"He pisses YOU off?" I glanced at him. Oh, that's right. I almost forgot. I was about to say something, when suddenly, our plant tipped over. The thud surprised me and Seymour. We stared at it. "Oh no..." He said. "Look Twooey, I don't have any blood left..." he glanced at me. "At least wait a week or so, so we can get ourselves back to-"

"Feed. Me..." We heard a weak voice grumble out. Seymour and I stared eyes wide open.

And I though hell came when he wanted our blood. Oh how wrong I was.