Sorry I havn't updated in awhile, I had writers block. Don't expect too much from this chapter. I hope it's not too boring, enjoy!

The first thing I noticed about this vampire was that he was old, really old. I could feel the power coming off of him in strong vibes. He was wearing a coat sort of like Mick's and black dress pants, he was a little over six feet and his hair was jet black. Mick is right, I can't beat this guy. But I sure can try.

I quickly got to my feet and glared at the vampire. I sprinted towards him, but he easily dodged.

Next thing I know, I'm pinned to the wall of Mick's apartment building, the impact with the wall broke bones. I didn't even see him move, not even a blur. He was quick, alot quicker then me. I struggled desperately to get away,with no prevail. OK, plan B.

"MICK!!!"I screamed at the top of my lungs, which was probably unnecassary with Mick's vampire hearing and all.

The old vampire snarled at me,"I'll get you next time." he growled and reluctantly let me go, ran down the street and turned into an alley, out of sight. I let out a relieved breath and walked away from the wall. At that exact moment Mick ran out of the door and towards me.

"What is it?"he asked looking around,"Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah I'm good."I replied, a little shaken up by the speed and strength of the vampire.

He looked me up and down,"What happened?"

"A vampire - an oldvampire attacked me."I answered.

"This is not good. You can stay with me tonight, just in case he decides to attack again." he suggested. I really wanted to go home, but I nodded anyways. He led me back up to his apartment and I settled on his couch while he poured me a glass of blood. I thanked him and he went out, got lots of ice, and filled his bathtub with it on account that he didn't have but one freezer to sleep in.

"Good night Mick and thanks." I said as I walked up the stairs, tired and ready to sleep in my temporary bed of ice.

"'Night, it's no problem."He said.

I smiled and walked into his bathroom, shut the door, and shed my clothes. I slipped into the bathtub, I have to admit it wasnt as comfortable as my freezer, but I'll live...well...you know what I mean.

I didn't wake up until 8:00 at night. With my excellent hearing, I could hear voices downstairs. I rose from the tub and put on my clothes.

"...I don't know why, Beth, I've seen him three times before, following her." I heard Mick say. By her I think he meant me.

"Do you think he wants to kill her?"Beth asked,at the same time I walked down the stairs and plopped onto the couch next to her.

"I think if he wanted to kill me, he would have been able to in seconds."I said,"He was powerful."

Beth thought for a moment,"Why didn't he then?"

"Good question."I said and looked at Mick,"Got any new cases?"

"Yes, a young man was murdered."he said and added,"and this time not by a vampire.His name is Henry Shelton. He was found in his apartment, stabbed repeatedly. There was no weapon, no prints, no evidence, and so far, no motive."

"Sounds like a tough one...can't wait to get started on it!" I exclaimed smiling. I was glad I had something to keep my mind off of the creepy vampire stalker.

We arrived at the scene of the crime an hour after our conversation. It was in a ten-story apartment building, the murder was on the 8th floor. When the elevator we rode in opened on the right floor we saw lots of cops and curious tenants standing around. We walked towards the door to the apartment, Mick showed the cop keeping him from going in his credentials and we walked in. There was one word to describe this guy's living space: messy. There was clothes, trash, and other various items lying around. On the floor next to the couch was a body. The man looked to be about 23 - 24 maybe. He was obviously stabbed many times, like Mick said. His cell phone was lying next to him, failed attempt to call 911. Mick and I walked over to examine the body while Beth stood back and watched.

"I really don't see anything to go on here Mick." I said looking at the body.

Mick crouched down, inspecting the dead body closer, he then plucked something from the man's shirt,"Look, a hair."

He held up a dark-colored hair that looked to be the man's,"Nice, Mick, very helpful. What else is there...oh look...some lint!" I said sarcastically.

"No,"he said seriously,"His hair his brown, this hair..."he held it closer to my face,"is black."

OK, there it is. :p please review and tell me how I'm doing with writing this story.