HI! Ok so yesterday, some of you may have gotten a notice saying that the story was updated and then got sent to a blank page or something. Yea, I'm sorry. That was my bad. I was working on this chapter yesterday and I accidently published it. But I took it down right away. I didn't think it would send out, but it did. So anyways (thanks EclipseTheVampire for checking with me & letting me know that it did go through), here's #6. Please enjoy :3

~Start Chap. Six: Different Circumstances

Now this is going to sound extremely stupid on my part, however I don't remember ever saying that I was particularly smart. But after I found Gregory hanging upside down in my closet, I kind of just grabbed my PJs off the floor and took my shower. Of course I closed and locked the bathroom door and turned the lights off in my room before doing so. Though I'm pretty sure I'm either going crazy or having a mental breakdown, so I don't feel the need to go into anymore details than that. And, believe it or not, I think that shower more or less did clear my head because once I stepped out of the water and put my clothes on, I search my room (and closet) top to bottom; there was no Gregory, anywhere. Though, I'm almost 100% sure that I closed the balcony window all the way before showering, but whatever. Probably just a memory malfunction anyways. I had hit my head one too many times today to hold my brain accountable for any strange thoughts, illusions, or anything just plain weird that didn't seem normal. Like a a living-corpse stalking me... or hiding under my bed... or hanging upside down in my closet. I double-checked my closet for the fifth time, not trusting my eyes and ears for not detecting anything. I walked away from my closet and told myself everything was fine and that I was just over-stressed. And that, since it was late and I had just taken a nice long hot shower, it was time to forget my insanity and get a good nights rest. I badly need.

But I didn't particularly feel relieved from my stress, and not in the least tired, so I walked back into my closet. I knew what would tucker me out. I switched into tight black jeans, a punk-styled dark red dress-shirt, black fingerless gloves, and black wedge boots. Then I put a red and black headband in my damp golden hair. Then I grabbed a tight black jean jacket, that appeared to have been made not to go too far past a girls' bust, and threw it on before grabbing my essentials (cellphone, fake ID, & iPod) and heading out of my room. Sneaking past the babysitter was way too easy. She was yammering away on her cell phone in the kitchen, so I was actually able to escape through the front door. I placed my white earbuds into my ears and pressed PLAY. 'Good Girls Go Bad' by Cobra Starship started up. I bobbed my head lightly to the music as I made my way to the club.

I was filled to the brim with paranoia throughout the whole walk, thinking I saw something rustling in the bushes, a dark bur run through the trees, or just feel like I was being watched/hunted. But I managed to keep a straight face the whole way there. So I wouldn't look afraid, just in case someone was stalking me. I pulled my fake ID out of my pants and flashed it to the bouncer, whom I would actually be on a first name basis with by now if I could remember his name. He nodded me in, giving me a slight smile. I pulled my earbuds out of my ears and wrapped the white wire around the iPod before securely placing it in my pocket. I walked into the club just as the song 'Oh Oh Oh Sexy Vampire' by Fright Ranger started playing. It was a favorite at this club and I loved it. I started swaying and moving to the beat as I, and nearly half the club, sang along (although no one could be heard over the music).

"I forgot to wear my cross tonight~

I left my garlic at home~

It's so dumb but it's so fun to wander 'round the city alone~

I'm running, falling down

Chased me all over this town

and now you finally got me, what am I to do?

oh~ oh~ oh~

Sexy vampire, I'm falling in love

So just bite me baby

and drink all my blood, oh yeah~

Sexy vampire, I'm falling in love with you~

So. Do. What. You. What. You. Want. To. Do.

Sexy vampire, I'm falling in love

So just bite me baby

and drink all my blood, oh yeah~

Sexy vampire, I'm falling in love with you~

'Cause you need my plasma more than I do~

oh~ oh~ oh~ oh~ oh~"

I wrestled my way through the crowd and over to the bar. Drinking alcohol wasn't my forte, but drinks were served for free here, including water. If you were deemed cute enough by the annoying bartender, that is.

"Excuse me!" The bartender looked in my direction and smirked, looking me up and down.

"Why hello there, if it ain't the girl of my dreams." he greeted me, as he did every girl he labeled as 'bang-able'. I wonder how he'd react if he found out my real age? It'd be funny to see him shit a brick. " Can I get you something to drink, baby-doll? Maybe something with a little more kick tonight, then we can head back to my place later and make some music." I faked a giggle, even though I wanted to beat the shit out of him.

"No thanks, but maybe some other time. I've got a huge presentation I have to give at 4:30 in the morning. So just water, please." He sighed before handing me a bottled water and muttering something about how college girls were supposed to be easy. I mentally laughed at him, wondering just how in the hell I was able to pull off looking like a college student to this guy when I was only in the tenth grade. I decided that it was too dark in here to see, even with all the flashing lights, and that he was just plain stupid. I then swam back into the crowd to finish dancing and singing to my song.

"So you wanna stop for a drink or two?

And maybe for a disco break here~

We'll party all night until the sun comes up,

you could say I'm raising the stakes

I'm running, falling down

Chased me all over this town

and now you finally got me, what am I to do?

oh~ oh~ oh~

Sexy vampire, I'm falling in love

So just bite me baby

and drink all my blood, oh yeah~

Sexy vampire, I'm falling in love with you~

So. Do. What. You. What. You. Want. To. Do.

Sexy vampire, I'm falling in love

So just bite me baby

and drink all my blood, oh yeah~

Sexy vampire, I'm falling in love with you~

'Cause you need my plasma more than I do~

oh~ oh~ oh~ oh~ oh~"

The song started to merge with the next, which I knew to be "Kaleidoscope" by Val Ven. I was ready to keep on dancing, but my pocket started vibrating. I pulled it out and stared at my cell phone; unknown number. I didn't answer it. It could be a stocker somewhere in the club or a serial killer or something else, so I held it in my hand until it stopped ringing, then I placed it back into my pocket. I twisted the cap off the water bottle before swinging almost half of it down. It was at this point I realized that I was starving and hadn't eaten since breakfast. Actually, I can't even remember if I had had any food... The thought alone made my stomach growl in protest. I felt my pocket vibrate once more, too short to be a call but long enough to left me know I had a voice-message waiting. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore it, but something was gnawing at my gut to pick up the phone and listen to the message. Which was weird, because I normally wouldn't get the urge to listen to my voice messages unless I was dead bored. And it was usually a few weeks, if not a month, after I had gotten the call. I surrendered to my instinct and made my way outside of the club, which is the only place you can really hear anything other than music.

I smiled at the bouncer before pulling my phone out and pressing a few buttons. It asked me for my password. Done. It asked me if I would like to listen to my messages. No shit Sherlock, done. I put my cell phone up to my ear, the annoying voice told me the date and time of the message (which wasn't even three minutes ago), and waited for a voice. The reception was so crappy I could hardly tell who it was. Until it hit me. And I froze.

"Jen?! Jen! Please, please pick up your phone! Mom and Dad didn't take it away already did they?!" Tony. "You gotta help me!" What? "Rudolph and I-- cemetery and s-- Rookery and some du-- pay-phone a-- don't think-- AHH!!"Then there was a huge crashing sound and line went dead.

"Tony..." I whispered just barely processing what must have happened. "Shit!" I said in a furious tone of sudden realization, then started sprinting in the direction of the cemetery.

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By the time I ran the full mile and a half distance from the club to the cemetery, my lower limbs were screaming in pain and my heart and lungs felt ready to burst. Once the cemetery was in full view, I finally stopped to catch my breath. I gasped for oxygen, cursed myself for always half-assing PE. Not to mention wedged boots aren't exactly the number one running shoes in the world. I swallowed excess saliva, which tasted like iron, before I heard the screeching of bats. I looked up to the sky to see several bats flying hurriedly in the same direction. Then I heard a fearful scream come from the same direction they were flying to. I sprinted off, with every step I ran faster and faster. My legs and internal organs begged me to stop, but stopping was not an option. I kept running, deeper and deeper into the graveyard, not sure where I was going. Then I saw the lego-light truck as it made its way through the cemetery. I tripped over something (stupid wedges) and fell on my face. I lifted my head up and watched as the truck drove by. On it's way out of the graveyard. My body began to turn to stone, not wanting to move anymore, out of exhaustion. I heard another scream, so I pushed my reluctant body back up from the ground, and groaned in pain.

"God damn... I need... I gym membership... geez..." Once I was up, I took off running again. It was a pathetic run, I'm sure, because I was ready to fall on the floor and pass out. Figuratively, of course, I'm not that out of shape. But I was pretty tired. Then I saw the source of the girl-like screaming. My cousin. He was huddling next to Rudolph, against the wall of a crumbling... something... The cause of his fear forcing him against the wall, you ask? Well, it was none other then... Wait...

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me..." I growled lowly in pure rage. My energy turned almost into a blazing fire, in a result, my body suddenly stopped aching. My destination was getting closer and closer and the closer I got the louder, I began to growl his name, until finally I was right behind him with my clenched hand. As he turned, realizing someone was behind him, I swung my fist into his neck shouting his name in fury.

"LUCAS!!" My fist connected with his throat and he gasped in pain as he flew back. I knew that I wasn't strong enough to make him fly and figured my adrenaline rush had made me momentarily more powerful. I decided to use every last drop of that power. I whipped my head at the young boys and snapped my fingers as I threw my thumb over my shoulder, gesturing them to beat it. Tony caught the message and pulled Rudolph away, until Rudolph started pulling him. Then I turned my attention back to the boy gasping for breath. I stomped over to him, which seemed amplified by my wedges, and grabbed him by the collar of his polo shirt. I grunted as I lifted his dead weight, then, once he was up, I slammed him against the wall.

"You just don't get it, do you, ya little fuck-face?" I gritted through my teeth. I shook him against the wall," You mess with me, I send you to the nurses office. You mess with my cousin, or his little friend, again... I send you to the fucking morgue. Got it?!" I let him go as I thrusted him into wall once more, for good measure. He groaned in pain. Slowly he sat up and stared straight at me, in disgust.

"I should have known you'd be on their side," He scoffed," Such a stupid American." I kicked him in the ribcage with all my, slowly disappearing, might. I'm only human after all. He groaned again, and looked ready to throw another insult at me before we both heard screeching. We each turned our heads to the sound and saw four bats perched, upside-down, on a tree limb. It almost looked like more then half of them were glaring at either me or Lucas. Probably Lucas. I turned back to Lucas, who looked like he had just shit his pants, as he scrambled to his feet. He pointed at me threateningly with his shaking hand.

"D-Don't think this is the end of it!" He shouted. I clenched my hands and cracked my knuckles.

"Wouldn't dream of it." I said threateningly keeping on my 'I'm-a-big-scary-American' act. He shot one more glance of fear to the bats and to me before scurrying away like a scared little boy. I scoffed at him and crossed my arms, before my legs started shaking.

"Jen!" "Miss Jen!" I heard at the same time. I turned around, saw the boys, fell to my knees, and hugged Tony.

"Oh thank god..." I sighed in relief, before grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to look at my angry face." What in the hell is wrong with you!? Why didn't you tell me we're sneaking out?! You could have died! Good god! Do you know how lucky you are that I even checked my phone within the same month? You need to tell me next time you leave the house. Got it!?" He nodded his head in shame," Jesus... Do you know how worried I was when I heard that message?!"

"I sorry," He managed to mumble as though he were about to cry. I sighed, irritated and worn out, and let go of my cousin. I glanced over at Rudolph.

" You OK?" He nodded and, with nothing left in me, I fell onto my back and started gasping for breath. With the boys now safe, and no more adrenaline anywhere in my system, there was nothing keeping my body from screaming, aching, and pounding in pain for oxygen, as my limbs slowly turned to stone. Both kids freaked out when I fell backwards and rushed to my sides.

"Miss Jen?!"

"Jen, what's wrong?!" I groaned.

"Stop... shouting... at me... I'm just... tired..." I answered panting. Blah. I was exhausted. And tired. And the ground was considerably comfortable to a girl who just ran farther and faster then she had in years (and then pretended not to be half dead inside as she threatened a bastard). I turned on my side; I was seriously ready to fall asleep. Actually, I was fazing in and out of consciousness as I heard Rudolph shout something along the lines of "bother" and "muffler". Which made my brain go 'WTF?'. I was breathing normally, somewhat, as I lifted myself up and twisted around to see the 'bothered muffler'. Turns out there was no muffler, but there was an older woman. And the only bothered one was an older looking man. They didn't look that old but, based on their clothing of choice, I'd say there was a fairly good chance that these people were Rudolph's parents. They both shared the Victorian clothing and pale skin of their son. Was it Halloween on a daily basis for these people, or what? Rudolph looked like he was going to explain what happened and Tony was standing next to him, ready to confirm the story, so I just twisted back around and tried to fall asleep. But, as I closed my eyes, I felt something staring straight at me. I opened my eyes and saw Gregory, not two inches away from my face.

"HOLY SHIT!!" I screeched and, somehow or another, jumped up and ran top-speed backwards, slamming my spine into the crumbling wall. I watched, as he smirked coming closer and closer to me. His eyes slowly turned more and more crazed, and his smile almost seemed to turn insane and... were those fangs?

"Wait-- Brother, stop! She's a friend!" Rudolph cried out running up to him. Snapping him out of his crazy-ness.

"So you do know each other..." I said to no one," Then you're... seriously related?" I questioned, not moving from the wall. Rudolph nodded.

"Yes, he is my older brother. I'm sorry if he scared you." I looked at the young boy then to the young man that, was admittedly very, very, very, good-looking, but I knew to be a living corpse. Then, looking back at Rudolph, I finally questioned them:

"What are you guys?"

"They're vampires!" Tony screamed happily from near Rudolph's parents. I stared at him, then at Rudolph, then at Gregory (who I had a hopeful feeling wouldn't bite me, even if he was staring at me like he would). Vampires? For real? No way. But how else to explain it? The old clothes, pale skin, and red eyes (that I suddenly noticed everyone in the family had). Wasn't it that vampire hunter with the lego-light truck talking about vampires this morning? I just saw Gregory's fangs. I continued to stare at them feeling very confused, very stupid, and very proud of myself. So my paranoia was right! A vampire really had been staking me last night! And a cute one at that! Sexy vampire song, you just got even higher on my awesome music list.

I noticed that after Tony's little shout-out, it had gotten very quiet very quickly. And I found myself in the same dilemma that I had been earlier in the morning. Had it really only been 12 hours since the madness started? I stood up slowly and dusted myself off. The father of the 'pack' made his way, kind of strutting, over to me. His wife was at his side and Tony was teetering after them. Soon, Count Dracula (I assume) was looming over me.

"State your business, mortal," he commanded, looking ready to pop my head off like I was a bimbo-headed Barbie doll.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down," I said putting my hands defensively up, "I'm just here cuz my cousin called me and sounded like he was in trouble. Rudolph was too, but I didn't know that until I got here, um, sir." I added quickly, not too sure how to address him. I'm sure 'Count Dracula' would be considered insulting. I mean, unless he was. I looked to Tony then back at him.

"But, it seems to me that Tony's in perfectly fine and capable hands now, so I really ought to be going home..." I said inching away from the vampires, not taking my eyes off them. Oh, wait. How many vampires had there been? One vampire, two vampire, three, four... wasn't there another? Someone grabbed my shoulders from behind. I shrieked and turned my head to my captor. Vampire number five, aka; The Hottie Who Enjoys Scaring Me Shitless.

"Good god, Gregory! Keep it up and I swear I'll die of a heart attack!" I yelled.

"Gregory?" his mother and father questioned at the same time. His mom spoke softly in confused. His dad was also confused, but seemed almost outraged I knew it.

"How is it she knows your name, Gregory?" a petite young female vampire asked. I shoved Gregory off of me; he didn't go far. I mean if he were breathing, I'd feelit.

"I know his name because he's practically been stalking me for the past 24 hours. Aside from when it was light out, of course." I added. The vampiric family was a bit taken back, but Tony snapped them back to their senses. And I wanted to punch the little tard.

"Jennive's got a boooooyfriend~, Jennive's got a boooooyfriend~!" Tony teased. I glared at him while most of the vampires stared at me confused. The dad looked pissed, too...

"I said he stalked me, not he fell in love with me." Tony rolled his eyes and muttered a 'whatever dude'.

"What's this?" I stuffed my fists in my pocket, "I save your life and you give me attitude? That's cold... Not to mention very rude."

"You've fallen for a mortal, brother?" the girl vampire asked, ignoring my comment to Tony. And, to be honest, I couldn't tell whether or not she was simply asking a question or trying to insult one of us.

"I do not love anything, especially a mortal," he hissed venomously in my ear, trying to intimidate me. The coldness of his breath tickled my ear and made the hairs on my neck stand. I turned my head to him.

"Oh, put a cork in it, Spiky." He looked at me, not exactly cold or insultingly, but not exactly friendly, either. I'm not sure what it was. Interest, maybe? Perhaps with a hint of shock, that a 'mortal' dared not to quiver in fear of his presence? All the while still keeping the stoic bad-boy expression that could have made me blush, had the situation been under different circumstances.

"How cruel!" the young female vampire shouted, ignoring my comment. Again. I looked at Gregory then back at her.

"Who? Me or him?" I questioned.

"Him! We all care for you brother, and yet you say such harsh words!"

"Yea," I added, obviously just agreeing with her (so I could form allies)." Listen to the girl with the pretty hair!"

"You think my hair is... Pretty?"

"Sure, um. I don't know your name, so... Yea." She quickly walked, very elegantly I might add, up to me.

"My name is Anna, and I think your dress looks lovely."

"Awww, thank you!" Though I'm technically just wearing a long shirt and pants, but Anna didn't need to know that," My name's Jennive, but please just call me Jen."

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Jen." I smiled, as the corners of my mouth twitched, and turned to their mother.

"Ma'am, your children are painfully polite," She smiled, and I looked back at Gregory, "Even if one of them enjoys stalking me."

"If my son was stalking you, it was purely out of the fact of your being our pray. Do not confuse his actions for any other reasoning." The father threatened, as though I were charging his son for some ungodly crime. And, to be honest, it sounded like he thought I was suggesting that Gregory was obsessed with me for romantic reasons. HA! I, along with every other teenage girl, wish.

"I'm aware of that, sir," I accidently squeaked out instead of sounding as cool, calm, and collected as I pretended to be. His wife put a hand on his shoulder, which magically seemed to make him calm down, ever so slightly.

"Darling, I think she means to toy with him. Not to imply anything." I nodded like crazy, he huffed, and she turned her attention to me. I suppose the huff was code for 'yes dear, you're right, I'm wrong, but I have too much man-pride to admit it.' But that might just be me. Either way the mother was looking at me now, which means time to stop talking to myself and pay attention.

"Please excuse my husband, he is merely looking out for our family."

"As a father should. I'm Jennive." I said giving her a head nod.

"It is a pleasure. My name is Freda. And this is my husband," She gestured the man, "Fredrick."

"Nice to meet you both." Oh, hey, Gregory disappeared, "Well I don't mean to be rude, but we seriously should be leaving. Tony's parents will be home any second now and the first thing they'll do is check on us." Tony got excited.

"Ok, let's fly!" He said like it was some kind of catchphrase.

" 'Fly?' " I questioned," What is that, some corny new way of saying 'let's go' that little kids are using?" Tony laughed at me, and Rudolph explained.

"No, he means to actually fly." . . .

"You mean like... literally?" he nodded. Flying? Puh-LEASE. I'll buy the whole vampire thing, but flying? Bullshit. I looked at Tony, "Since when did you sprout wings?" He pouted, with his mini-man-pride bruised yet again. The younger vampire's laughed, Freda smiled, Fredrick looked ever so slightly amused, and Gregory was still missing. Rudolph then explained that it was he who had the ability to fly, not Tony. I nodded and muttered a sceptic 'ok' before starting to walk away.

"Where are you going, Ms. Jen?" Anna called.

"Home, Goodnight!"

"But Rudolph can FLY us home." Tony insisted. I stopped and turned back to them.

"Thanks but, no thanks. I only fly in airplanes. And that's only if I have to."

"But it's so much fuuuuuuuun!" Tony whined.

"No means, NO! I'd rather walk home and face punishment!"

"But whhhhhyyyyy?!" he whined again. I sighed in annoyance.

"You obviously don't understand the meaning of 'paranoia'. I'm afraid of everything in my life, for at least five seconds because I think everything is out to get me. Or at least that anything bad that can happen, will. But that last bit might just make me a pessimist..."

"Why is it you are afraid of flying? Rudolph certainly wouldn't drop you." Anna said trying to convince me that there was nothing to worry about. And there probably wasn't. But the thought of falling from the sky straight into the cold, hard ground (after being attacked by tons and tons of tree-limbs) was just haunting.... Not to mention painful sounding. Did Rudolph disappear now, too? Oh, no he's there next to Tony. Was he there a second ago? Anyway, why are we even having this conversation? Flying isn't possible, and even if it was... well... I still wouldn't want to go.

"I'm just... not.... comfortable, with it. Sorry." I started walking away again, "It was nice to meet everyone."

"But, but, but, "Tony stuttered. Why the hell was he so interested in getting me to fly? It was like the time my friends back home wanted to get me to ride that one roller coaster. They were lucky they could even get me near a roller coaster the day after watching Final Destination 3! Why the hell do I attract the type friends who enjoy watching horror movies!?

"But you could get kidnapped! I, uh, saw it on the newspaper at breakfast."Tony finally came up with a good argument," Some rapist kidnapper guy is supposed to be hiding out in the forest some where!" Was Tony telling the truth? Most likely not. But does my paranoia give a damn? Most likely not. I suddenly felt like the trees in the distance were staring hungrily at me. With a perverted old man hiding behind them. I heard whispering and shuttered.

"But, have it your way!" Tony shouted cheerily. His choice of words made me hungry for Burger King. Oh... Burger King... Then I heard an excited yell. I jumped, and spun around. Tony and Rudolph were high in the air. IN THE FREAKING AIR!!!! Tony shouting in joy, and Rudolph was joining in. I stared at them both, bewildered. They waved and started flying towards the direction of the house. Then Rudolph tuned his head around, and with a smile on his face shouted:

"NOW!"

"Now?! Now what-- HOLY SHIT!!" I shouted as something swooped down and snatched me off of the ground. I screamed before getting a good look.

"Gregory, you ass-hole!!" I screamed while clutching onto him for dear life," Oh my god, oh my god!" I heard the kids ahead of us laughing their asses off. I could have swore I saw that damn smug smirk on his lips. I wouldn't even hope to believe that he was laughing and smiling at this moment. I was going crazy. Crazier then usual, at least. " Don't. You. Dare. Drop me," I warned him.

"Drop you?" He questioned, amused. I shook my head 'no' furiously, "Well... if you're sure." His grip loosened on me a great amount.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" I shrieked, practically latching myself onto him. The idea of smashing into the ground kept violently replying in my mind over and over and over again. This time I was sure of it. He was laughing at me.

"Gregory!"

"I'm just living up to your expectations." He smiled.

"What?! How the hell does this qualify as stalker-ing?!"

"I have to be the death of you. One way or another." He smirked at me, his fangs glistening.

"Oh really?! My expectations are preferably non-violent!!" He laughed again. If this were under any other circumstance, I would currently be telling you how amazing his laugh sounded and how beautiful his face looked when his genuine smile was glowing in the moonlight. Right now, though, I'm not concerned about those things. I'm focusing on the fact that I'm suspended a hundred feet in the air, going really really fast, and that the only thing keeping me from plummeting into the Earth was this knuckle-headed vampiric hottie, who enjoys scaring me half to death just a little too often. Though, I suppose, if the circumstances were different I wouldn't have said vampire holding me around the waist at this moment. I guess it all works out one way or another. Shit!! He almost dropped me. Again!

"Damn you, Gregory!" I growled. He laughed, keeping his hand around tight around my waist until he decided to drop me. His hand was cold, so was most of his body, but for some reason I felt warm as he laughed. Then again, I was a fifteen-year-old high school girl latched onto a sixteen or seventeen-year-old looking vampire. Wasn't there some universal law that entitled me to blush under these circumstances?

End Chap. Six