Amata walked back to the apartment humming happily. It had all worked out perfectly for her. Now all she had to do was get the others. One down, three to go.

Amata walked into the lobby and collected the mail from the receptionist. Amata flicked through it all: bill, warning, bill, letter. Letter? Who the hell would want to write to me? She walked up the stairs staring at the envelopes in her hands. She unlocked the apartment and stepped inside. She tossed her bag on the floor and walked into the kitchen. She rummaged in a drawer for the letter opener and sat on the counter. She opened the letter and pulled out the note inside. It read:

Want to go to the movies Friday?

Dark.

Dark? What the hell? Amata reread the note. Movies, Friday. Why couldn't he just come and ask her himself? She left the letter on the table and fetched a notepad and pen from her room. She walked back into the kitchen and wrote one word on the notepad:

Why?

She sealed it in an envelope and walked out of her apartment. She danced down the stairs and shoved the note under Darks apartment door. She heard someone walk to the door and bolted back to her apartment. About five minutes had passed when someone knocked on her door.

"Yes?" Amata asked when she opened the door to let Dark in.

"So, do you want to go or not?" he asked not bothering to walk into her room.

"Why?" Amata asked.

"Why what?" Dark asked.

"Why do you want me to go to the movies with you?" Amata asked slightly smiling.

"Can't a guy ask his friend if she wants to go to the movies or not?" Dark asked annoyed, "or is that suddenly illegal?"

"No, it's not illegal," Amata, said tipping her head to the side, "I was just merely asking why you wanted me to go."

"Are you going to go or not?" Dark asked hurriedly.

"What will we see?" she asked.

"I don't know. Ladies choice," Dark answered.

"Ok then," Amata said, "I'll go."

"Thankyou," Dark said and he started to walk off.

"But you're buying the popcorn!" Amata shouted after him.

On Friday at quart to six, Amata stood in front of her closet contemplating on what to wear. Fancy? Non-fancy? Casual? Dressed-up casual? What the hell do I wear? What are friends supposed to wear on an occasion like this?

She opted to wear grey skinnies and a white dress shirt. She pulled on a pair of white stilettos and went and sat at her dresser. She brushed her hair out around her shoulders and applied a tiny bit of makeup. She didn't want to look too fancy. It was six-thirty by the time she was ready. Amata quickly grabbed her handbag and walked out into the lobby. Dark was already waiting for her, dressed in jeans and a black shirt. He smiled at her then they both walked out of the building. Amata started to walk towards the cinema complex when Dark cleared his throat.

"What?" Amata asked turning around, "aren't we walking?"

"No," Dark said chuckling, "do you really believe that you could walk that far in those heels?"

"Yes, I believe I could," Amata answered looking down at her stilettos.

"Whatever," Dark said, "we're driving."

"Driving?" Amata asked, "You mean you have a car?"

"Yes, I have a car," Dark said smiling as he led her into the garage under the apartment block. He pulled a set of car keys out of his pocket nd pointed them and pressed a button. Amata heard a beep as the car was unlocked and turned to see what car it was. His car was a freaking Mercedes. It was sleek and shiny and black.

"Awesome," Amata breathed.

"Like?" Dark asked smugly.

"Yeah!" Amata said rushing forwards and getting in.

"How did you manage to afford it?" Amata asked as she turned to Dark as he started the car.

"Oh, I came into a bit of money a while ago," Dark explained vaguely.

"Want to share?" Amata asked widening her eyes.

"Nope, it's all gone," Dark, said laughing and reversing out of the garage.

"Aww," Amata pouted. The drive to the cinemas was quiet. Dark ended up paying for the tickets and the popcorn. Amata felt bad about that but she didn't have as much money as he did. After the movie, instead o driving back to the apartment Dark took Amata for a walk through the city. It had been a while since she had actually walked around the main part of the city.

As they were walking back to the car, Amata noticed a few people were starting to follow them. Oh no, she thought, exactly like last time. Her breathing quickened and she started to walk faster.

"Amata, what's wrong?" Dark asked as he caught up to her.

"Someone's following us," Amata whispered, peeking over her shoulder. Yep, they were still following. Maybe they're the same people as last time, Amata thought shuddering, damn it! I should have brought my stake!

Dark glanced behind them then back at Amata.

"Come on," Dark whispered a he pulled her into another street, a dark and empty street.

"Dark, why are we here?" Amata whispered, starting to get scared.

"Don't worry, they won't hurt you," Dark said as he stood protectively in front of her. Amata peeked out from behind him and saw that the people had followed them into the street.

"What do you want?" Dark asked.

"Aww, we just want some fun," one of them said.

"Sorry, no fun here," Dark said. They laughed.

"Oh yeah? Then who's the little chick behind your back?" the guy from before asked, "I bet we could have some fun with her." Amata gulped.

"Nope, no can do," Dark said shaking his head, "she's with me."

"Is that so?" another asked, "Well, I'm sure we can change that." They all rushed at Dark and Amata screamed accidentally. She clamped her hand over her mouth and tried to stop from screaming again. Dark punched the one that reached him first, sending him flying into a brick wall. What the?? Dark kicked another guy and pushed him to the ground, pounding the crap out of him. Once Dark was finished with him, Dark started on the other. A growl ripped from Dark's throat as he circled the other man. Amata watched Dark both in horror and amazement. Since when had he developed superpowers? But Amata knew that it wasn't superpowers that Dark had. Once all the people who had followed them were lying bloodied on the ground, Dark turned to Amata.

"Are you alright?" he asked concern etching his features. Amata just gaped at him.

"Amata! Are you alright?" Dark asked as he walked towards her. She still didn't say anything.

"Amata, talk to me please," Dark pleaded as he knelt down beside her. He reached out to touch her cheek but she flinched away.

"Please, I won't hurt you," Dark begged. She still continued to stare.

"Amata…" Dark said.

"You…you're… you're a vampire!"

Oh! So Dark's a vampire as well….

Hahahahahaha. Review!

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