You'd think that with no school to go to, this chapter would have been finished before now. It's kinda short though . . . Couldn't find much inspiration for this one. Oh well.

Here's chapter 13 everyone!

Toby: Finally . . .

Werepire: Hush you!

Cece stared in shock. She had gotten a text from Toby telling her to meet him here, outside hers and Rocky's apartment building, because he needed to tell them something.

When the two girls discussed it on their way back from the park, out of all the possibilities that ran through their minds, Cece never thought it would be to tell them that he would be leaving tomorrow.

"But you said you'd be here 'til next week!" Cece claimed. Toby shrugged. It was only the two of them talking as Rocky decided she'd grab a quick snack for them to eat, seeing as she didn't know Toby that well and felt as if she's be intruding on the moment.

"Something came up, I have no control over it." the red head pouted. Over the time they'd known each other, Cece and Toby had become close friends and the red head would miss him greatly. Toby knew this and sighed.

"We can still keep in touch, I do have an email account." he offered, a slight smile on his face. Cece considered this for a moment.

"That would be great . . . buuut, you have to promise to visit every now and then."

"It's a deal." Toby said with a grin. After a second or two his face turned into a solemn one. "On to a more serious matter" Cece blinked.

"Which is?" she asked curiously

"You and Rocky looked rather . . . friendly in the park not so long ago, but then again I only caught a glimpse as I ran past." Toby smirked as Cece struggled to voice a response. "Thought so, you balled up and finally told her. Told ya that you'd get the girl."

"So that was you being chased, huh . . . And what are you, some sort of relationship expert as well as an expert hunter?" Cece demanded, Toby just grinned.

"Nope, I'm just good at reading people." Cece rolled her eyes and slapped his arm that was in a cast lightly.

Rocky chose that moment to walk back, carrying out a fairly small and flimsy cardboard box, "So what's up? Help yourself by the way" she spoke, holding the box out.

"Ooh! Iced buns! How delightful!" Toby said as he peered into the box, grabbing one with his uninjured arm and taking a bite. Cece looked at him peculiarly, bewildered by his odd use of words, and turned to Rocky.

"Toby has to leave tomorrow." the red head said.

"I thought you were staying until next week." Rocky said to Toby, who was still distracted by the iced bun.

"Wha? Oh, why I'm leaving, right." he shrugged once again, "Duty calls, I have a new mission that can't be put off."

"Oh."

The conversation died for a while but then Cece made a comment about Gunter and Tinka as they walked past and the trio got talking once more, laughing and joking about pretty much anything.

To commemorate my last night in Chicago, Rocky and Cece brought me to a cinema to watch a film of my choice. I chose to watch Puss in Boots. What can I say? I'm a five year old at heart.

I yawned as we waited in line to buy our tickets, I couldn't wait to get home and crawl into bed. I don't usually need much sleep but being chased for like two hours can be very tiring, especially when you got a concussion the night before.

We had just brought the tickets for our film when the hairs on the back of my neck raised.

I was being watched.

I did a brief scan of a nearby crowd, not finding any one the least bit suspicious or dangerous.

"You two go on ahead, I just need to make a quick call." I lied, actually planning on doing a more thorough search, before leaning in to whisper in Cece's ear, "Try not to have too much fun while I'm gone." She flushed a deep red and pushed me away. I cackled as she did so.

I watched them leave and sighed. People flooded around me, eager to find some seats and wait for the film to start.

Suddenly Toby's left arm was twisted behind his back and a hand clamped over his mouth and nose, effectively stopping him from breathing or even turning his head. He tried to break free but with his only free arm being his broken arm, it didn't quite work.

The person behind him smiled evilly and leaned in to whisper two, simple words in his ear.

"You're dead."

Not even I was expecting that ending! The things my brain comes up with . . . wow . . .

Also, I regret to inform you that this is nearly the end of Secret Love and the Supernatural, there will be 2 more chapters. I may do a sequel to this, it depends on if I can come up with a decent plot.

Final note: Reviews make me giddier than a chipmunk on drugs. They are much appreciated.

Werepire out.