She felt like she was about to faint. Even though she hadn't eaten anything that day, bile was rising up her throat as she stared at the man who held her jacket.

"Miss me?" he asked again. Amata didn't answer; she just continued to stare. Oh my God, Oh my God! This can't be! She continued to stare into his dark, merciless eyes. They were the same as before, they still had that eerie look to them. But there was a scare just above his left eye. A recent one, by the looks of it. She sneered.

"A victim scratch your eye, did they?" she asked venomously, "Bet you didn't like that. You don't like it when they fight back, do you?"

"And of course you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?" he said watching her intently. She just stared back at him, eyes narrowed.

"Give me my jacket," Amata said.

"Oh, so it is yours?" he asked, feigning surprise, "I thought it might be. You see, I saw a girl standing on the pier. A girl that I thought I had seen before. Turns out I was right. So, your name's Amata then, is it? Never knew your name until now.

"I was hoping to keep it that way," Amata replied.

"Oh ho! Nasty piece of work, ain't we?" he said, "see you haven't changed a bit."

"I see the same thing about you."

"Aww, come now Amata. Aren't you glad to see me? Ain't you happy about what I did for you?"

"Why would I be happy?"

"Hmm, guess you aren't the appreciative type."

"No, I'm not. I'm the bitchy type," Amata said and she snatched the jacket out of his hands to prove her point. With one last withering look, she stalked off. He called out to her and, reluctantly, she turned around to listen to what kind of pathetic remark he would make. But he said something that stirred up unwanted memories:

"Have you learnt not to judge a book by its cover?"

Amata stomped into the lobby, both angry and afraid. She ignored the receptionist when she called out to her. She continued to stomp up the steps and ignored the questioning look Dark sent her as he walked out of his room. She continued to stomp and didn't stop until she was safely in her apartment. Then she broke down. She collapsed to her knees and started crying, wrapping her arms around herself and rocking back and forward. Calm down, Amata, calm down! You can't let him get to you. But it was too late. He had gotten to her and he knew it. In the blink of an eye he had turned her into a blubbering mess. She half crawled half dragged herself into her room and onto her bed. She then curled up against the headboard and sobbed. What was she going to do? She was supposed to find him, not he find her. It had all gone completely wrong. How was she supposed to get rid of him now when he knew she was in town? He would know that she'd want revenge and come after him. But now that he knew she was here, he could get away and he would always be one step ahead. She ignored the knocks on her door. There was no way in hell that she was letting anybody in and having to explain her sour mood before and why she was crying now and a complete mess. They would have to wait for their answers. But who ever was at her door didn't want to wait. She could hear the door being unlocked and someone walking in. She'd bet any money that it was Clark come to tell her off for storming in like that and making a scene. But to her surprise it wasn't Clark, but Dark. He took one look at her tear-streaked face and walked over and sat on the bed. He looked her straight in the eye and said:

"What's wrong? And don't give me any bullshit about it being 'nothing'." Amata smiled and leaned back. She really didn't want to talk.

"What's wrong?" Dark asked again. She remained silent.

"What's wrong?" Dark asked again, "Amata, I'm not leaving until you tell me what's going on." She looked up at him. Oh nothing's wrong. Nothing at all. I just met the guy who killed me and turned me into a vampire on the beach today. He stole my jacket and we had a lovely little chat. And apparently you're some kind of superhuman who doesn't get bowled over by a sprinting vampire. Apart from that, I'm fine. Just dandy.

"Nothing's wrong," Amata eventually said. Dark sighed and looked at her again.

"Don't lie. Tell me what's wrong," he said.

"You know, you sound like my mother," Amata said looking at him strangely.

"So I've been told," Dark replied, "Now, what's wrong."

"Nothing, I've just been having a bad day," Amata said lamely.

"A bad day? Bad enough to make you cry?"

"No, I haven't had a good cry in ages so I thought that it's about time that I had a good bawl," Amata answered cheerily. He just smirked.

"I'm serious," Amata said, widening her eyes, "I needed to have a cry."

"Uh huh," Dark said nodding slowly, "so you like to just burst into tears for no reason?"

"Yup."

"Tell me the truth."

"That is the truth! I've just been having a bad day, that's all," Amata said hoping that he'd go away so she can continue her bawling fest.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeess," Amata groaned.

"Okay then," Dark said getting up, "you would tell me if something was wrong, wouldn't you?"

"Sure," Amata answered airily. Dark just nodded and walked out. Finally. And she burst into tears again.

Amata woke with a bad crick in her neck. Ow, must have slept in an awkward position. She stretched and rubbed the back of her neck. She looked around the dark room and realised it was night. She checked her watch: it was midnight. Holy cow. I must have slept for about six hours. That's really unusual for me. She looked around again. Well, I can't go out. Not at this time of night, anyway. I can't prance around the building and annoy Clark cause they're all asleep. I can do some cleaning…No, no cleaning.

Amata jumped off the bed and walked into the kitchen, flicking on all the lights. She opened the pantry and stared. Empty. Oops, guess I should go shopping sometime soon. Stock up on some food and drink and…blood. She sat down on her favourite counter and stared at the front door. I could go and…catch…my food. But would I remember how? She decided she didn't care if she remembered how to hunt or not; she was hungry. She grabbed her keys from the hook by the door and walked out, remembering to lock the door. She tiptoed quietly down the stairs and into the lobby. Phew, the receptionist has left for the night. She walked out of the building and sucked in the cool night air. Ahh feels good to walk the night again. She decided to walk to the nearest park, see if there was any unsuspecting victims, uh, humans to feed on.

She found a drunken man, lying on a park bench a few meters from her. She walked up to him all smiles and female curves.

"Hey, sugar," he said eyeing her and sitting up.

"Hey yourself," Amata said sitting down beside him.

"So, what ya been up to?" he asked, casually sitting back.

"Oh, not much. Yourself?" Amata asked, eyeing his neck greedily.

"Not much either," he replied, "so, what's a pretty little girl like you doing out here all on your own?"

"Oh, just searching for something to eat," Amata answered vaguely.

"Ain't we all, sweetheart?" he chuckled moving closer.

"I think you misunderstand me," Amata said, pretending to edge away from him.

"Oh, I think I understand perfectly," he said moving even closer and putting a grimy hand on her thigh. Mistake. Amata slapped him across the face hard, sending the man reeling back.

"What was that for?" he asked touching his cheek. She didn't reply. She just smiled, revealing her long sharp fangs. The guy screamed and jumped up and began to run. It was just too bad that he was drunk and couldn't run properly; Amata had caught him and snapped his neck in seconds. She held him in her arms and pulled his head back then sunk her fangs into his neck. It had been a long time since she had fed on human blood. She had confined herself to drinking pig's blood, stolen from the butchers. She groaned and held onto him tighter as she continued to drink the sweet liquid. Once she was finished, she dumped his body in a clump of bushes and wiped her chin. Then she started walking back to the apartment.

She crept into the lobby, quickly checking to see if anyone was there; it was clear. She tiptoed back up the stairs then froze when she saw someone on the steps.

"Why are you up so late?" someone asked.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," Amata said wishing the person would step closer so she could see who it was. Thankfully, they did. It was Dark.

"What are you doing up?" Dark asked again.

"Sleepwalking," Amata said quickly.

"Fully clothed?" he asked sceptically.

"Ok, you caught me," Amata said throwing her hands up in the air, "I was meeting some guy. Happy?"

"A guy?" Dark asked, "you don't seem to be the type for midnight dating."

"Ok, fine," Amata said blowing at a strand of hair, "I went for a walk. I couldn't sleep and I needed to clear my head."

"Does not sleeping have anything to do with why you were crying this afternoon?"

"It might yes," Amata said, "and no, I don't want to talk about it."

"Wasn't going to ask."

"Oh, well," Amata said slightly embarrassed, "goodnight then."

"Goodnight." Amata continued to walk up the stairs and was about to disappear when Dark called out to her again.

"Yes?" she asked warily turning around to face him.

"Is that blood on your shirt?" he asked looking at her shirt.

"What?" Amata asked, momentarily panicking and looking down at her shirt. Red stains were everywhere.

"Oh! No, no it's sauce," she said quickly hoping that he'd believe her.

"Sauce?" Dark asked still staring at her shirt.

"Yes, sauce. I'm a messy eater," Amata said hurriedly.

"Ok then," Dark said, "well, goodnight again, messy eater." And he turned and walked away. Amata sighed with relief and walked up to her room. She turned to unlock her door and had to stop herself from shrieking. Pinned to the door was a note saying: I know where you live now, honey.

Okay, so what did you think? I'd really appreciate some reviews, people! Seriously, if I don't start getting reviews I'm going to think this story isn't very good and delete it. You have been warned.

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