Amata stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear her eyes away from the letter. He knows where I live now. There's no escaping him. Amata finally managed to stop staring and tore the letter from her door and ripped it into tiny pieces. She couldn't let him get to her, she just couldn't. She walked inside, hung the keys on the hook and kicked off her shoes. She walked slowly into the kitchen, already paranoid about that fact that he might be waiting for her inside. When she saw that the kitchen was empty she moved onto the bedroom. It was empty as well, but the window was open. I don't remember opening the window. Or did I? Gee, Amata, you really are paranoid.

She took off her clothes and climbed back into her pj's and cuddled up in her doona. She wasn't ready for sleep just yet, but she was oh so tired. After a few minutes passed, she fell asleep.

Amata woke to the smell of fresh coffee being made. She didn't remember leaving the door unlocked so she quietly slipped out of bed and grabbed a stiletto from her shoebox. Who ever were in her kitchen was going to get a nasty surprise. She tiptoed into the kitchen and almost shrieked when she saw a shadow dancing on the wall. Yep, she definitely wasn't alone. She raised the shoe and was about to lash out when Dark stepped around the corner.

"Whoa!" he said raising his arms, "don't hit me!"

"What are you doing here?" Amata hisses, lowering the heel and glaring at him.

"I thought you might still be a little stressed about what ever happened yesterday so I decided to come and make you breakfast."

"There's nothing in the pantry," Amata pointed out.

"I know," Dark said, "I brought some food up from my place." Amata just nodded.

"How did you get in? I'm sure I locked the door," Amata said glancing down the hall to her door.

"You did lock the door," Dark said pouring coffee into a mug, "I let myself in.I do have a key, you know. I'm part-owner of this place, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember," Amata said picking up the steaming mug and taking a sip; it was delicious.

"Mmm, you should come up and make me coffee more often," Amata said taking another sip, "what's for breakfast?"

"Bacon and eggs," Dark said, "you do like them, don't you?"

"Yeah, it's just that I haven't had them in a while," Amata answered eyeing the frypan on the stove. Actually, she hadn't had bacon and eggs since she was a human. But he didn't need to know that.

"So, what have you got planned for the day?" Dark asked casually leaning against the counter, her counter, "going for another run?"

"Nope," Amata answered, "I think I'm going to stay here and do some spring cleaning."

"You? Cleaning? Wow," Dark said smirking.

"Hey! I'm not a complete slob!" Amata said indignantly.

"Didn't say you were," Dark said.

"No, but you were thinking it," Amata confused.

"Whatever," Dark muttered as he around and started dishing out bacon and eggs. He loaded the plate then placed it on the counter in front of Amata then looked around.

"Where's your dining table?" Dark asked.

"Don't have one," Amata answered shovelling in some eggs.

"Why not?"

"Don't need one."

"Where do you eat then?" Dark asked.

"Right here on the counter," Amata answered.

"You're kidding," Dark said, "you always eat standing?"

"Yep, it's an old habit of mine," Amata answered shovelling in more food. Once she was finished Dark took the plate from her and started washing up.

"I'm going for a shower," Amata said, "when you leave don't forget to lock the door." Dark just grunted and continued cleaning up. Amata stayed in the shower for about fifteen minutes just letting the water run over her. She finally decided to get out after another five minutes. She wrapped the towel around her wet hair and dressed in jeans and a shirt. She walked out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, and saw Dark lying on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Amata asked as she pulled the toothbrush from out of her mouth.

"Nothing, just lying here," Dark answered staring at the ceiling.

"Yeah, I can see that," Amata said, "but why are you lying there?"

"Thought you might need some help cleaning up," Dark said rolling onto his side and watching her.

"I don't need any help," Amata said walking back into the bathroom and putting her toothbrush away.

"You sure?" Dark asked when she returned, "looks like this place is really messy."

"Just the way I like it," Amata replied kicking at a pile of clothes and sitting down at the dresser. She quickly ran the brush through her wet hair and tied it up into a simple bun. She then looked At Dark through the mirror.

"Can you leave, please?" Amata asked.

"Sure," Dark said getting up and walking out.

"Thankyou," Amata said to his retreating back. She heard the door close then quickly jumped up and went to see if he actually had left. Yep, he was gone. Finally. She pulled out an old black over-the-shoulder bag and stuffed her phone, purse and stake into it. She walked out of her apartment and exited the building. It was time to go vampire hunting.

Amata walked down the street where she had been attacked. It brought back so many memories but she pushed them into the back of her mind. This was no time to get all blubbery and weak, she had a job to do. She walked along the street, keeping an eye out for anyone who tried to attack her.

She searched around for hours but she couldn't find any of the guys who had attacked her that night. Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way, Amata thought. She continued down all the dark, empty streets but she still couldn't find any of them. Broken and defeated, she started walking back to the apartment when someone jumped in front of her.

"Hello, Amata," he said grinning at her.

"Hello," she replied coolly. Finally, I got one.

"How you been?" he asked, trying to strike up a casual conversation.

"Fine," she replied. If he wanted to make small talk, fine. After all, he wasn't going to be talking again once she was through with him.

"Did you get my little note?" he asked watching her for a reaction. Not going to get one, buddy.

"Yes, I got your note," Amata replied, "so nice of you to drop by. It was just too bad that I wasn't home."

"Yes, too bad indeed," he said smirking.

"So, what are you doing out here on this fine day," he asked gesturing to the sky.

"Taking a walk," Amata replied.

"Really? All on your own?" he asked.

"Yes. I like to be on my own," Amata replied watching him levelly.

"That's interesting, that is," he said, "as I recall, you was alone the night we got you. Am I correct?"

"Yes, you are correct," Amata replied, trying desperately to keep a straight face. He's just mocking you, hoping to get a reaction from you. Don't give in Amata; don't give in.

"I don't believe I know you're name," Amata said, trying to continue the conversation so he'd relax a little and become careless. Then she could kill him.

"And why would you want to know my name?" he asked suspiciously.

"Well, you know my name so it's only fair if I know yours," she answered.

"Frank. My name is Frank," he answered.

"Frank? Frank who?"

"Don't need to know my last name," Frank answered.

"Fair enough," Amata said.

"Why don't we take a seat?" Frank asked gesturing to a seat nearby, "Catch up on the gossip."

"Okay then," Amata answered slightly raising her eyebrows. She followed him to the seat and sat down. He sat down beside her. Amata shifted the back to her side where she could reach the stake easily when it came time to kill him. He babble dona about nonsense, not evening noticing when she slipped her hand inside her bag and carefull pulled out the stake. She hid it behind her back, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"Hey Frank, what's that over there?" Amata asked, going for the oldest trick in the book.

"What's what?" Frank asked dumbly and turned around to look at what she was pointing at. Amata lunged forward and stabbed the stake into the back of his chest, hoping against hope that she had struck his cold heart. By the screams and weird choking sounds he made, she had hit her target. Frank collapsed to the ground, then disintegrated.

"That'll teach you to mess with me, asshole," Amata muttered putting the stake back into the bag. It had been all too easy, much too easy. He should have put up a fight, not be so dub and gullible. Let's just hope that the others are much easier to kill, Amata thought as she walked slowly back to the apartment, one down, three to go.

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