I stood up quickly and looked around. Nothing to be used as a weapon. I was just about to reach for the door handle when Jason returned. He was carrying a plate with... a burger on it? And a drink.

"What are you doing?" He yelled. He quickly put the food and drink down and rushed at me. Instictively I curled my hand into a fist and punched him right in the jaw. He staggered backwards, his face changing into a mask of anger.

"What the hell was that for?" He asked,sounding even angrier than he looked.

"Stay away from me!" I screamed at him.

"Me?" He yelled. "You're the one punching people!"

"You're the vampire!" I shouted right back at him.

Jason looked stunned for a minute, then started laughing. It was a weird sound, like the sound of someone who hasn't laughed in a while finally doing it. Almost as if he had forgotten how to, and was just remember how to do it again.

"It's not funny!" I cried. I was in a house with a vampire, and he was laughing at me! I can't take this. I really can't. I slid to the floor again, putting my head in my hands. "Please, just... just leave me alone."

"Wait. Emma. I'm not a vampire. Alright? I promise." Jason said, bending down in front of me. He lightly touched my arm, trying to pull it away from my face. I looked up at him. "Trust me."

I would be such an idiot if he was lying and I fell for it. Yet for some reason I believed him. I nodded slowly and stood up.

"Come on. You need something to eat, and some sugar in your system. Sit." He ordered, putting me on the couch.

He handed me the food and drink. I slowly took a sip of the drink, which turned out to be either Coke of Pepsi. Then I took a small, tentive bite of the burger. It was good.

"If your not a, um, vampire, then why did that guy from last night say that usually you were in his shoes?" I asked.

The kindness I'd seen in Jason dissapeared.

"That's none of your buisness. Alright? After everything I've done for you, I can't believe you'd even accuse me of that." He said angrily. "I'm not your fucking knight in shining armer, alright? You need to stop being such a little damsel in distress and learn to take care of yourself. I'm sick of having to do it for you. I'm not a nice guy, okay? I've got a bad repuation and I didn't get it for protect people like you."

"You know what? You really are an asshole. Don't worry. You don't need to help me anymore." I said, standing up.

"Where are you going?" Jason asked. He stood up aswell.

"Home, obviously." I said angrily. I headed towards the door. Jason reached out and grabbed my arm to stop me.

"Ouch!" I cried. I hadn't meant to, but he'd grabbed the arm with the bruises from Darell on them.

Jason immediately let go. He looked down at my arm. "Are those from that asshole last night?"

"It's none of your buisness where they're from. Why does it matter to you, anyways?" I asked while glaring at him.

"Trust me, it really doesn't matter to me at all." He said, glaring right back.

"Whatever." I said, and grabbed the doorhandle.

"You can't leave." Jason said quickly. He moved so that he covered the door.

"Why the hell not?"

"Why do you think we had to run from the car to the house? That vampire from last night is following us. He's waiting for you. Oliver says that there is something about you that he wants, god knows what, and he's going to keep trying to get you if you keep going out after dark." Jason replied. "Oliver can't afford to show interest in your safety, weither he's your employer or not. It would just piss this guy off more. Yet Olive does want you safe. That's why I'm stuck babysitting your ass."

"You're not stuck doing anything. I'm not your responsibility." I told him. Still, if that guy is outside, I can't exactly leave. I went and sat back down on Jason's couch.

I turned towards the window behind the couch and slowly opened the curtain a bit. And jumped about ten feet in the air. The scream that came out of my mouth was probably the loudest one I've ever uttered.

Standing right in front of the window, face to face with me, was the vampire who wanted to kill me. He was scarier than Oliver, because even though Oliver vamped out on me, he didn't look like he wanted to eat me. This vampire had a cruel, hungry smile one his face, one that dug into his lower lips.

I jumped off the couch and backed up against the wall as far as I could go. Jason ran towards me and instantly checked me over to make sure I was okay. When he figured I was, he turned around and faced what had scared me. Yet he was gone. The only thing left was a message written on the window in some substance.

'She'll be mine.'

"What the fuck just happened?"Jason asked, going closer to the window. He pulled it open all the way and looked around. Nothing was there.

"He was- he was there. I swear." I said, my voice shaking.

"I know." Jason said, and gentely grabbed my shoulders and steered me towards the stairs.

"Where are we going?" I asked him quitely. I turned and looked behind us at the door. "And is that really going to keep him out?"

"He can't come in uninvited. And we're going to my room."

Suddenly my eyes got wide. Jason blushed, but then his expression changed to one of annoyance. "Don't flatter yourself. We're going up there so he can't keep playing tricks on you like that. You're really not my type." He told me.

Ouch. "Everytime I start to think you're a nice guy you turn around and say things like that." I said angrily.

"I told you, I'm not a nice guy, so don't ever think I am." He said.

"Why do you do that?" I asked him.

"What?"

"Pretend to be an asshole?"

"I'm not pretending." Jason said angrily.

"Sure you're not." I replied.

"Do you want to walk all the way home in the middle of the fucking night with that guy out there?" He asked me.

"Maybe you're right." I said, looking down. "Sorry for thinking there's a good side in everyone. You truly are as mean as you say you are."

"And you're really stupid if you actually believe there's good in everyone. Thinking like that will get you killed in Morganville. Here, everyone is your enemy until they prove you otherwise." Jason said, while opening the door to his room.

His room was... well... creepy. Not that there was anything creepy in it, it's just that it looked like no ones ever lived here. Just a bed. Nothing else. No pictures, decorations, anything.

"Does anyone actually live here?" I asked, looking around. There was a small closet on the wall nearest the door, and I bet there wasn't anything in that, either. I was too afraid to ask, though.

"Obviously." Jason said in a tone that implied I was stupid.

"Where's all your stuff? Pictures of family? Friends?" I asked him.

"Not close with my family. Friends aren't something you have when you're like me."

"And what are you like, exactly, Jason?" I asked him while walking over to his bed and siting down.

"The kind of guy who has things to do, so why don't you go to sleep so I can get them done without you pestering me?" He said, then shut off the light and walked away.