AN: Wow! I wasn't expecting that many reviews so quickly! I'm glad you all enjoy it! So, I made this chapter over twice as long as the last one and a lot sooner, as requested! =] I read them all, and don't worry, most (if not all) your questions will definitely be addressed in later chapters.

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A loud crash followed by uncontrollable laughter and cheering woke Angie from her peaceful slumber.

Angie rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she tried to form a coherent thought, but came up short. However, she was surprised, as the laughing and cheering was quickly silenced by an even louder, angrier voice. Even though she was on the second floor, and as far away from the living room as possible, this voice was only slightly muffled. The next part however, was not missed by Angie.

"I SAID TO SHUT THE HELL UP! I SWEAR TO GOD IF SHE WAKES UP BECAUSE OF YOU, IT'S YOUR HEAD THAT'S COMING OFF!"

Silence.

She recognized that voice in a heartbeat. Adam. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his pathetic attempt. Even if their crashing, laughing and cheering didn't wake her up, his voice surely would have. And these vampires were supposed to be smart.

More silence.

This was one of those moments where tumbleweed needed to roll by. If it was awkward up here, she couldn't imagine how much worse it must've been down there. Not to mention how much louder it must've been as well.

Well, it's the thought that counts, she mused. At least he tried...

She stopped herself quickly. No, she wasn't feeling sympathy towards this vampire. No, she was simply tired. Right, she was tired. Let's go with that.Angie tried to stifle a giggle as another thought occurred to her, but failed horribly. Were vampires supposed to 'swear to god?' It seemed like a silly thought to her and a bit of an empty threat. Wow, she must've been really tired, but it amused her nonetheless.

What time was it? Well, considering it was dark in her room it surely must've been at least one in the morning. Angie rolled over and reached out to grab her phone off of the nightstand. As she waited for her phone to turn on, fear began to take over her body. Her bruised arm felt rough, like her skin was peeling off. Reaching out, and fearing the worst, she gently prodded her finger around the tender area as her brow furrowed. After several worrying seconds, a sigh of relief passed her lips, realizing the real culprit was a cloth bandage wrapped tightly around the sore spot. As she wracked her memory to remember when Adam must've done it, the vibration of her phone snapped her out of her thoughts.

She squinted to shield her eyes from the bright light of her phone. 9:30 PM. She sighed again as she set her phone down in its rightful place. She rubbed her temples angrily, trying to ease the stress of day she had apparently just dealt with. Had all that madness really taken place in only a few hours? The cheering must've meant the hockey game was ending, or close to ending, by looking at the time. Well, unless it was overtime. That would explain the cheering as well.

She didn't mind watching hockey, as Vancouver was one of those hockey crazed towns. You had to know the game, or you'd be missing out on pretty much all conversation. Because they had also made the playoffs gave the town more of a reason to go crazy. You couldn't walk five feet without seeing someone in a jersey or talking about the game. Angie wasn't as crazed as most people though, but she did have extensive knowledge about the game thanks to her father. No, she didn't own a single jersey. But her father more than made up for that. His total was sitting at 12. Who the heck needed that many jerseys? She also didn't manage to incorporate 'Canucks' into every other word she spoke, thankfully. That was Vancouver's equivalent of a teenage girl using the word 'like' as every other word when speaking. Amusing, but slightly irritating.

The awkward silence was quickly replaced by soft murmurs of Adam's friends again. She felt slightly better. Hold that thought. Better? It's not like she had done anything to cause Adam to yell. But...part of her still felt terrible. He wouldn't have yelled if she wasn't asleep...

WOW, she thought. I need to go back to sleep and try this again.

She just needed a moment to compose herself.

That was short lived, however, as her stomach growled loudly.

You would do this to me now, she thought, slightly annoyed.

Yawning, Angie slowly sat up and stretched out her limbs. She made a mental note to thank Adam for the bandage. At least she couldn't do more damage to it with it being wrapped up. And the pressure of it helped ease the throbbing sensation. Biting her bottom lip, she gingerly put her feet on the ground, afraid the vampires would hear her getting up.

Her stomach growled again. At this point, she couldn't care less. Standing up, she stretched out again and looked around her room. Even though it was dark, she still knew where everything was like the back of her hand. Her room was like her safe haven. She spent all of her last summer redoing it with her parents to her liking. All she had requested was for it to be painted yellow, but her parents wouldn't leave it at that. Of course they wouldn't. Why would they? Parents always meddled, but Angie didn't mind it. In fact, she kind of liked it.

Her room was big and spacious and exactly what she needed. She had a massive study desk placed in one corner and a fairly big TV placed directly off to the side of it. Her parents never had a problem with her watching TV as she studied, mostly because they knew she never did. One door led to her closet, which she hardly used. She preferred her clothes strewn over her floor—it was much easier to pick an outfit in the morning that way. As much as she liked a clean room, it always would become messy the next day, no matter how hard she tried. So, with her parents and the house staff gone, Angie would have to work extra hard to keep it clean. Another door led to her bathroom, and a big window accompanied by a window seat was located on the opposite side of the room from her desk. She smiled again at how lucky she was. A couple of movie posters were littered across her walls, but even though it was dark, she knew exactly where they were located.

Her bed was the best thing about her room. It was massive and covered in a white on black bedspread that was printed to look like a bunch of news clipping from around the world. One could even read the headlines if they wanted. Hey, at least it kept her entertained when she was bored.

Then fear hit her like a freight train. She realized what she was doing and she hated it. Stalling.

Why should she be afraid? I mean, it wasn't like there were a bunch of vampires in her home. She really needed to work on not using sarcasm. Granted, they all drank that stupid bottled blood and she didn't really have much to fear. If they wanted to kill her, they would've done it by now... right? But, Adam wouldn't kill her. What if this this was a plan? Maybe this was a setup. But no way would her parents allow him to stay if they didn't trust him. Maybe they were in on it.

Alright, you've officially gone off the deep end, she thought to herself. Way WAY off the deep end.

Angie looked back towards her bed, yearning to crawl back in, but she knew that if she didn't satisfy her obnoxious stomach, she wasn't going to sleep at all. When she was hungry, she could eat like her stomach was a bottomless pit. Luckily, she never put on a pound.

Thank you for good genes.

As she leaned back to stretch herself out for a final time, the floor creaked.

Well, if they didn't know she was up before, they sure as hell did now. No turning back now. She slowly left the comfort of her room and headed back towards the dreaded stairs. When her parents came back, she was demanding they put a fridge in her room. Or, a drawer stuffed with food would suffice as well.

Angie could hear the voices grow louder as she approached the top of the stairs. Her mind drifted back to the food she had left there earlier. She half-expected it to not be there. And to her dismay, she was right.

Of course not. Why would it be? That would be too easy, and we can't have that now can we? She thought angrily.

Yeah, she really needed to work on that sarcasm. She slowly began her descent, trying not to repeat the incident from earlier again. Experience taught her that falling down the stairs was a thousand times worse than falling up the stairs. She wasn't the most graceful person, but she was far from clumsy as well. Everyone fell on the stairs at least once...or twelve times.

Making it down the stairs in one piece and without further injuries accidents, Angie walked into the kitchen..again. However, this time she didn't look into the living room, afraid that someone would be looking back. Thankfully, they didn't seem to take much notice to her, as they talked and laughed normally. Although she figured they knew she was awake. How? They were much louder than they were earlier, and Adam wasn't screaming like a madman at them.

Angie had a plan of attack this time. She wasn't leaving the kitchen until she had eaten. This way, if someone made her angry or nervous, she could at least run away with a full stomach. Pulling out a stool from the island in the middle of her kitchen, Angie thought about what to eat. She rummaged through the cupboards until she stumbled across a bag of cookies. Satisfied, she poured herself a glass of milk, and proceeded to eat her snack, alone.

Finishing an entire row of chocolate chip cookies, she started on the next row absentmindedly. The good thing about being an only child was that she could find ways to keep herself entertained. Mostly, she did it by thinking. She never ran out of things to think about, and could do it on hours for end if not bothered. Her parents always admired her for that, never failing to remind her how easy of a child she was to raise. She would sit quietly if told to and had the ability to concentrate on tasks far beyond that of a normal child. That didn't go without jealously from a few parents, but that was expected. Her parents always said they knew she would grow up to be intelligent. But, without them, she knew she wouldn't be half of what she was today, and loved them greatly for it.

As she was halfway through the second row, Angie didn't notice Adam walk into the kitchen. Her gaze was fixed on the countertop and he immediately knew she was deep in thought. He smiled as he quietly walked over to the fridge to grab the beers he had stored there earlier for easy access. He worried that Angie would be upset had she had seen it. But, considering she didn't come raging into the living room raising hell and screaming at him for it, he decided it must not have bothered her.

Slowly closing the door to not interrupt her, he turned around quietly to see the girl staring curiously at him. He mentally cursed himself for breaking her out of her thoughts. It seemed like he was doing everything wrong to the poor girl today. But..she didn't seem upset. She still appeared to be tired, but overall, she had looked a lot better than when he left her to sleep earlier. This thought eased him a little.

He was unsure of what to say, but by looking at her, he thought it would be safe to speak without her falling apart.

"How are you feeling?" he whispered to her.

She didn't fall apart, but she didn't respond either. He decided that was a good sign and would've breathed a sigh of relief, but decided against it, afraid of irritating her. He really felt like he was stepping on eggshells to keep her calm.

He waited, hoping she would respond, but as each silent second ticked by, he realized his hopes were fleeting quickly. Well, he was making some progress..sort of. No point in stopping now.

"So..the game's in overtime. Did you want to come watch it with us? You're more than welcome to if you so choose."

Still nothing.

Her earlier suspicion about the game was right. She didn't look away, however. Her gaze held his, not wavering for a second. Boy, was this girl ever determined.

"Well, it's a pretty good game. And it's intermission, so we can fill you in if you come watch it." He tried again, desperately hoping for her to say something.

She didn't.

Her gaze slowly left his and returned to the countertop. That's when he knew he had lost her. She wasn't upset, just uninterested. He took it as slight progress.

"If you do change your mind, you know where to find us." And with that, he quietly left the kitchen.

Angie looked up to where he was standing mere seconds ago. Of course she knew where to find him. After all, it was her damn house. She sighed again and put the cookies back in their packaging. At least she didn't go on an emotional rollercoaster when spoke to her. That was her form of progress.

Getting up slowly from her seat, she placed the cookies back in the cupboard and drank the last of the milk. Washing the glass and cleaning the crumbs off the counter, Angie looked around the empty kitchen. It was awfully quiet, and she felt kind of lonely. She never went this long without talking to someone. If her parents weren't around, she would talk to the staff that worked in her home. Her family didn't really view them as maids or cooks. They were their friends. Angie would normally strike up a conversation with them when she felt like it. She even would help clean on occasion, but would cause more of a mess than anything. So, instead of creating more work, she would just enjoy the friendly conversations. Her house always had that warm, loving feel. Maybe that's why she felt so upset. She was just lonely and missing everyone. She just wasn't used to Adam, and she had a feeling she wouldn't be anytime soon.

The more she thought about it, the lonelier she became. Not wanting to cry anymore, Angie tried to think of a something to distract herself. Well, she could go watch the game with Adam and his friends. They seemed to be having a good time, and it would serve as a good distraction. And it would also show that she had forgiven him for earlier. And she would at least know what the topic of the day would be in the city tomorrow. It was a win-win..win situation.

She grabbed a lock of her hair and began twisting it with her fingers. This was just one of many nervous habits. It wouldn't hurt to pop in for a few minutes. She hesitated for a few minutes and weighed her options. Going there was beating not going by a long shot.

After an internal battle, 'not going' was lying dead on the ground with an arrow through its back. Did she mention she had quite the imagination? Making up her mind, she decided she would just catch the ending of the game without making much conversation. Then, she would bolt out of there and not have to worry about feeling bad.

She crept out of the kitchen and switched off the light, determined to keep her plan of watching this game. Tip-toeing to the living room, she could see several figures, all laughing and seeming to be having a good time. Luckily, it was still intermission. She knew from experience that walking into a room full of men when a sports game was on was like signing your own death certificate. It's one of those things you just don't do. She could relate well though. Mess with her during her shows, and all hell would be raised. She stopped as reached the entrance of the living room, slowly taking in her surroundings in the process.

"Adam?" Angie hesitantly whispered.

Bad move.

All eyes in the room were on her in an instant.

"Angie?" Adam asked, quickly turning away from the conversation he was having with a couple of his friends a few seconds ago.

Maybe this was a bad idea after all, she thought nervously.