Hey, sorry I haven't updated for a while. I've been dealing with some difficult stuff between friends and I've been studying for exams. Anyway, I've had this chapter on my computer for a while, it was just a matter of liking it then posting it. Anyway again, sorry for making you wait.

"What? Amata, don't be stupid," Dark said reaching out still, "there's no such thing as vampires."

"Yes there is!" Amata said staring at him, "you're a vampire! And don't lie to me! I want the truth!" Dark sighed and sat back.

"Okay. Yes, I'm a vampire," Dark said, "happy now?"

"How long?" Amata asked quivering.

"Amata, you don't need-"

"How long?" she shouted.

"About 200 years," Dark answered, "why is this so important?"

"When did you change? Who changed you?"

"I changed 200 years ago and I don't know who changed me."

"How long have you been hiding? Do you know of any others?"

"Amata, I don't see why you're asking me all this. You're not going to remember it anyway," Dark said waving his hand over her eyes. Your mind powers aren't going to work on me buddy boy. Dark waved his hand in front of her again but nothing happened.

"Why isn't it working?" Dark shouted frustrated.

"Do they work on other vampires?" Amata asked curiously.

"No, they don't. They only work on humans but I can't understand why they aren't working on you," Dark muttered still waving his hand.

"Maybe I'm not human," Amata hinted.

"Oh, you're human. I'm sure of it," Dark said continuing his waving.

"Will you cut that out?" Amata said slapping at Darks hand, "it's not going to work."

"Why won't it work? You aren't some kind of superhuman, are you?" Dark asked meekly.

"No, I'm not," Amata, said taking a deep breath, "I'm a vampire as well."

"Very funny," Dark said, "there's noway in hell that you're a vampire."

"And why is that?" Amata asked defensively.

"You don't seem to be the type of person a vamp will want to change," Dark admitted smirking.

"Maybe they didn't intend for me to stay alive," Amata suggested.

"Ok then. Say you are a vampire, who changed you then?" Dark asked watching her sceptically.

"Some guy called Frank," Amata answered, "he wouldn't tell me his last name. He changed me about 50 years ago. It was in some alley over that a way. He was with some other people but I don't know who they are. I'd heard that they'd come back here and decided to hunt them down. Is that a good enough explanation?"

"Hmm," Dark said, "would this Frank guy have really dark eyes and a scar above one?"

"Yes. Do you know him?" Amata asked.

"Yeah, I think I do. I met him a couple of years ago in a pub," Dark said sitting back and scratching his chin, "seemed to be a bit of an asshole to me. And he was raving on about how many people he'd killed and all that kind of crap." Dark paused and turned to face her.

"You really are a vampire, aren't you?" he whispered. Amata just nodded.

"Wow. Usually I can tell if a vampire's near but I didn't feel anything with you," Dark said.

"Probably 'cause I haven't done anything vampirish lately," Amata admitted, "I went hunting a few nights ago but that's about the only thing I've done as a true vampire."

"So, I finally have someone else to talk to," Dark said turning and smiling at her.

"Hey, if you're a vampire…" Amata trailed off.

"Yes?" Dark asked.

"Does that mean…Clark's a vampire as well?" Amata asked wincing slightly.

"Yes, he's a vampire as well," Dark, answered.

"Then how is he your father?"

"He was changed along with me. We had the same sire and whoever that was decided that both of us would be good vampires."

"Huh. How strong is he?" Amata asked.

"You're not going to try and start a fight or anything, are you?" Dark asked eyeing her suspiciously.

"Nooooo," Amata answered vaguely.

"Amata," Dark groaned.

"What?" Amata asked innocently, "I only want to test him. That way, if I can beat the crap out of him, he won't bug me about the rent anymore."

"I suppose that's true," Dark admitted, "but there's still me, remember."

"Oh, I could take you on any day," Amata said waving a hand as if to dismiss the idea.

"Oh yeah?" Dark asked creeping closer.

"Yeah."

"How much you willing to bet?"

"Nothing. I have no money."

"All right then. Anything else you want to bet?"

"Not really, no."

"Ok then. If I win, you go on another date with me. If you win-"

"I don't have to pay rent ever again," Amata cut in.

"Fine. Deal?"

"Deal." They shook hands and stood up.

"You know, just because you're a girl doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you," Amata taunted.

"Just shut up and fight."

Three hours later Amata sat on her bed massaging her bruised back. Bloody mongrels a dirty fighter. Dark had almost beaten the crap out of her; she was barely able to get a punch in. He was so much more agile on his feet and a hell of a lot faster. He had walked away with a triumphant smirk while she had walked away with a sore body. Plus she had to go on another date with him. How humiliating. She carefully walked into the bathroom and stripped. She stepped into the shower and decided she didn't care how long she was in there for. After about half an hour, Amata got out and wrapped herself in a towel. Not bothering to dress she walked into the kitchen and put a bean bag into the microwave and turned it on. I'll probably need that tonight. She sat on the counter and looked at the faint bruises on her wrists. She lost count on how many times he had pinned her to the ground and laughed at her. The last thing he said to her was "better luck next time." She had responded by swearing and slamming the door. The microwave beeped and she pulled out the beanbag. She walked back into her room, pulled off the towel and crawled into bed naked. She placed the beanbag under her back and tried to fall asleep. She lay there wide-awake for another few hours then got up again. She couldn't sleep while she was in sheer agony. Bloody bastard, bloody smug asshole. Amata left her apartment and stalked down the stairs then pounded her fist on Darks door.

"Open up you mongrel!" Amata shouted, "I know you're in there!" Amata continued pounding on the door until someone opened it.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Clark snarled when he swung the door open. Amata didn't answer; she just stalked past him into their apartment.

"Dark!" she shouted, "I know you're in here! Come out here, right now!"

"Will you be quiet?" Clark hissed, "I do have other residents living here, in case you haven't noticed."

"You mean you have a sex life?" Amata asked surprised.

"No! You fool!" Clark shouted going bright red, "other residents in this building."

"Ooohh," Amata said, "I didn't think that you'd be able to get any. Especially with your looks." Clark just glared at her and stalked off into another room.

"Daaarrk," Amata whispered walking through the apartment, "come out come out wherever you are." She walked into a small room off the side of the hall and stared inside. Empty. But Darks clothes were spread all over the floor. I know you're here, bastard, Amata thought as she walked into the living room.

"Dark!" she hissed again. No answer. Amata growled and stalked into the kitchen. Clark was sitting at the table glaring at her.

"Where is he?" Amata asked. Clark pointed to a closed door.

"Thankyou," Amata said as she walked over to the door.

"I wouldn't go in there if I-" Clark began. But it was too late. Amata had turned the handle and swung the door open and screamed.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Dark shouted as he tried to cover himself up with a towel. Amata covered her gaping mouth with her hand and stared.

"Get out!" Dark growled. Still she didn't move; she just continued to stare at him.

"Amata, GET OUT!" Dark roared. Amata quickly recovered and slammed the door shut. She leant against it and blew out the breath she'd been holding. Clark was laughing at her and she turned bright red. God dammit. She sank to the floor and held her head in her hands. Holy cow. I just saw him naked. Amata rubbed her eyes warily and took a deep breath. What were you thinking, idiot? Of course that'd be the bathroom. Why'd you open the door? Are you INSANE? She continued to berate herself mentally when the door swung open and she fell backwards into the bathroom. She looked up at Dark towering above her and glaring at her. Amata scrambled away quickly and sat in front of the dining table. Dark walked past her silently and walked into the room across from the hall.

"I think you should go apologise to him," Clark said smugly, "I don't think he appreciates being walked in on when he's in the bathroom. Naked." Amata blushed furiously and stood up and walked towards Darks room. She knocked on the closed door cautiously and waited for an answer. The door opened and she stepped inside. Dark was sitting on his bed drying his hair.

"I'm so sorry!" Amata blurted out blushing again, "I didn't mean to do that. I had no idea that you were in there…naked." Dark just looked up at her and continued to dry his hair.

"Can you at least say something?" Amata asked desperately, "Can you yell or scream at me or something?"

"Why do you want me to yell at you?" Dark asked.

"You're scary when you're quiet," Amata whispered. Dark smirked and patted the spot on the bed beside him. She slowly walked over and sat beside him silently. They sat in silence for another few minutes when Dark spoke.

"So, did you enjoy the view?" he asked smugly.

"What?" Amata asked, her eyes widening.

"You heard," Dark said laughing, "Did you enjoy the view?"

"You were naked!" Amata said outraged.

"Exactly my point," Dark said watching her amused. Amata frowned.

"So, why are you here then if it wasn't to spy on me while I was in the shower?"

"I came here to tell you that you're a son of a bitch and I have bruises everywhere and thanks to you, I can't sleep!" Amata stormed.

"A lot to say, haven't you?" Dark mused.

"Yes, I do have a lot to say you asshole," Amata said. Dark grinned then stared at her shirt.

"That's a, um, nice shirt," Dark said as he desperately tried not to laugh.

"I didn't have time to put anything else on," Amata said defensively suddenly conscious of what she was wearing. She had flung on an oversized blue sweatshirt and stalked out of her apartment. She hadn't even thought to put a bra and undies on. And now she was sitting here, practically naked in front of Dark. Not good.

"So, you were in such a rush to scream at me that you forgot to put something decent on?" Dark asked grinning.

"Yes, I was," Amata, replied going beet red.

"Are you, uh, wearing anything…underneath?" Dark asked blushing slightly. Amata's cheeks turned even redder.

"You're not wearing underwear, are you?" Dark stated laughing slightly. Amata didn't answer. Dark started laughing while Amata glared at him.

"So what? I didn't put any underwear on! You were naked for Gods sake!" Amata fumed as she jumped up.

"Hey, I wasn't planning on you coming into the bathroom and staring at me," Dark said as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I didn't stare!" Amata shouted.

"Oh yes you did," Dark said grinning wickedly, "you were having a nice little perv."

"I was not!" Amata shouted.

"Hey, keep your voice down. I don't want Dad to come in here and tell us off…again."

"Well stop accusing me of things that I didn't do!"

"Ok, ok! You didn't stare," Dark said raising his hands in surrender.

"And don't you forget it!" Amata said as she sat back down again. Dark stared at her for a few minutes then lay down.

"You're weird, you know?" Dark said.

"So I've been told," Amata said.

"No underwear…" Dark muttered as he laughed silently.

"Ugh!" Amata swore and threw a pillow at him, "you're really annoying!" Dark just laughed even more and threw the pillow back at her. Amata picked the pillow up from the floor and belted him across the head with it.

"Oh, it's on," Dark said as he, too, picked up a pillow and whacked her with it. They had a pillow fight for the next fifteen minutes, Amata gaining even more bruises every time she was whacked. When her neck started to ache badly she called for a time out.

"Ok, ok! Enough! You're hurting me!" Amata giggled breathlessly.

"Aww, am I hurting the poor little vampy?" Dark taunted as he rolled on top of her and pinned her down

"Yes, you are," Amata said as she struggled to get out from underneath him.

"And where do you think you're going?" Dark asked grinning as he stopped her from trying to struggle.

"I can't breathe," Amata said as she pushed against him.

"You don't need to breathe, idiot," Dark answered.

"Get off!" Amata laughed.

"No, can't make me," Dark said childishly.

"Dark! Get off!" Amata said still laughing.

"You know, if you really wanted me to get off you wouldn't be laughing," Dark pointed out. Amata tried to stop laughing but failed miserably.

"Ok, you've had your fun now get off," Amata giggled.

"But I'm not finished," Dark whined.

"What else can you possibly want to do with me?" Amata asked breathlessly, "you've tackled me a dozen times, you've whacked me over with the pillow thousands of times, what more is there to do?"

"Oh, there's a lot more I could do to torture you but I'm saving that for another day," Dark laughed as he, thankfully, rolled off of her.

"Yay!" Amata cheered, "I can breathe!"

"Oh, haha," Dark said as he sat in the sat in silence for a minute longer when Dark asked, "So, what are we going to do for our date?"

"Ugh," Amata groaned, flopping backwards.

Well? What did you think? I'm seriously doubting this story. I might delete it and start again, or just make another story. Anyway, please review and let me know what you think. Oh, by the way, do you think you could check out some of my other stories? I want to know whether to continue those ones as well.
Anyways, thanks for reading. PLEASE REVIEW!!

VampSa (Sarah)