Here's the second chapter. Hopefully it's more exciting compared to the previous one. It's been proofed and I've been told a weakness of my writing is tenses. If you notice that within this proofed chapter, let me know. It would be great to improve it.
I know I said I will be posting one a month and... didn't post anything last month... so if things go well, the next chapter will be posted within this month too!

Chapter Two:

I rolled over and snuggled deeper in my duvet, pulling it over my head to shy away from the sunlight. I forgot to close the curtains… or Darren did. Maybe I should have gone down stairs and slept in his bed. Then I wouldn't be woken up by the sun. As much as I loved it, it stopped my sleep and from the amount I missed last night, I needed it.

Sighing, I pushed the duvet off and stretched. I expected to feel the cold air hit my body and looking down, I saw I was wearing my pink dress from the night before. I swear Darren had pulled that off last night…

Assuming he must have dressed me once I had fallen asleep, I pulled myself out of bed and looked at the time. It was around midday. I must have had more sleep than I thought…

I jumped in the shower to make myself feel that little bit more normal and stood under the hot water for a few more minutes just enjoying the sensation of it de-tensing the muscles in my body. Wrapping a towel around my body I opted for a pair of cotton panties, pink cotton shorts and my with a pink polka dot halter bikini top. It was a nice day outside and getting a couple hours of tanning was definitely in order.

When I was in the kitchen, I pulled out a carton of orange juice and poured myself a drink as I rummaged through the cupboards to find the pop-tarts. I found chocolate and marshmallow ones. My 'midnight' snack. Shrugging I popped two in the toaster and slipped the box away opening the porch door and looking out onto the view. I would normally have had the strawberry ones… or even cinnamon. It always depended on what mood I was in.

I loved the fact there was a small pond in the garden. It looked so pretty at certain angles with the sun directly above. I would have to take a photo of this tomorrow. Returning back into the kitchen, I put my pop-tarts on a plate and guided myself carefully to the lounge to switch on the T.V. It was already on my cartoons and I grinned. Darren knew I liked my 'morning' cartoons.

I always loved to watch Tom and Jerry in mornings. Unfortunately, if there was a lot of cheese involved (which was almost always) I usually wanted cheese on toast for lunch. Or in my case today, it would be a snack later on before Darren rises. It's funny how watching T.V. affects my appetite…

I was out under the sun around one-ish. I had to keep my mind focused to prevent myself from falling asleep. I know I can easily heal the burns and it would turn into a nice tan, but that doesn't stop it hurting for those couple of hours while it healed. Also… Darren would laugh and tease me about it.

I rolled over to my front and stared up at my house. I know I've been here long enough to not need or want to admire it… and when I say long enough, I mean around a week… Less than that actually… Anyway, I've only been tanning a little bit and half the time, I spun round as well to stare out at the garden and forest-y bits, so it's nice to look up at the house every now and then and feel very much achieved with it…

Guess what. I fell asleep. Luckily it wasn't for long. I still was able to go back inside with a nice even tan that wasn't near a burn. Yay! (Flipping over every now and then helps a lot!) I pulled out a microwave meal of sweet and sour chicken and rice and chucked it in the microwave whilst I went to have a shower. The sun was going to set soon, so I didn't have much more alone time until Darren rose and we had a conversation about the night before and I would find out when he would be back from the club so I could try and figure out my elaborate plan to get him to take me dancing tonight. Yes, I was still hung up on that.

Wrapped in a towel, after a stupidly long shower, I grabbed a spoon and my meal and walked straight back to my room and pressed play on my I-pod. I ate whilst picking out my outfit for dancing. I wouldn't be out for pulling tonight, just dancing. When I finished my meal I binned my tray and washed up the plates and glasses I had used that day.

The sun was starting to set. Darren would be awake soon. I skipped back to my room and slipped on some underwear at last, chucking my towel on my bed. I was wearing a black lacy bra and panties tonight, except my panties had a few ruffles on them. It was adorable to say the least. A song I loved came on and I couldn't resist but swing my hips along with the song.

So here I was, dancing around my room to my favourite song in my undies. This was a rare occasion because the song normally came on when I was dressed. It's honestly one of those songs that you can't help but dance too. I had a hand in my hair swinging my head and hips from side to side when the music stopped abruptly. I jumped round to see Darren stood there grinning, dressed black tight jeans and a tight black t-shirt with 'Fangtasia' written in a fancy red font on front. He had ripped off the sleeves and was wearing a studded dog collar. I bit my bottom lip before bursting into a flurry of cackles. He honestly looked ridiculous.

"No way!" I shrieked through my laughter and collapsed to the plush carpet holding my bare stomach.

"I would say the same thing to your dancing just now, but I can't. I know I look preposterous." He sighed and leaned back on my dressing table. I sat up and bit the bottom of my lip to hold back my snicker.

"What next? Leather?" his jaw clenched and I couldn't help it. If I bit my lip any more I would bleed and Darren hadn't built up that great of immunity to my scent. I felt the fresh wave of giggle fits and rolled on the floor. I heard him sigh audibly before speaking.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up, but be quick. We gotta get going." and that made me stop, only to pant before breathlessly saying 'we?', "You didn't think you could get away with not going tonight? I told you, the Sheriff suspects you." he crossed his arms, not moving from his spot. At least he wasn't acting that smug about it.

"But I didn't think you meant tonight! I had this plan to get all dressed up and bribe you to take me dancing tonight!" I blurted out my elaborate plan and covered my mouth, eyes wide. He grinned and started to casually stroll over. Poopy Head.

"Aww, sweetie, you wanted to get all dressed up for me?" his tone was sickly sweet and I wanted to slap him. I did. He only laughed and pulled me up to stand, "Now dress pretty; we're leaving in ten minutes." before kissing my forehead and vanishing. I scowled.

"I'll take twenty if you want me to look pretty!" I shouted, not caring if he could have heard me if I spoke it normally, "Poopy Head." I muttered and heard his booming laughter from his room downstairs. I scowled and stormed into my wardrobe to pick an outfit. I didn't want to go there so I wasn't going to dress that pretty. Heck No.

I pulled out a dark blue pair of skinny jeans and a red strap top that revealed a little bit of my stomach. Slipping them on I continued to scan the wardrobe. I was going to dress casually. Knee high stiletto black boots and a knitted black jumper…thingie. I didn't know the name for it. All I know was that it draped around my shoulders, was loose and see through so you could see my strap top underneath. I almost forget to mention that it was the softest thing ever and even though it revealed my shoulders, the sleeves were long enough to just past my thumb. Soft and comfy!

Now that I was dressed, I pushed the sleeves of my comfy jumper-top (I'll call it that for now on) and started to blow dry my hair straight. My hot cinnamon brown hair was just below my shoulder blades, when straight, and had plenty of layers in, so when I curled it like I did last night, it lost a few inches in length. I straightened my slight side fringe in my face and styled it so it just covered my eyebrows. I noticed that my contacts must have been taken out when I fell asleep. I didn't even realize it… mind you. Darren always cared for me like that. He must have woken me up and whilst still half asleep, I must have taken them out (Skill. I know). I smiled and applied a light dusting of a shiny eye-shadow with a dark grey eyeliner and thick mascara. I slipped on some pink lip gloss and smiled at my complete reflection: Casual yet pretty; if Darren didn't like it then tough. That bar wigged the bajeezy out of me and I wasn't going to hide that fact. Okay, I was, but it'll be disguised as hate for the bar.

I smiled and nodded, grabbing a couple books and slipping them in a hand bag that I draped over my shoulders. I wasn't going to be bored either. I had great eyesight thanks to my slight nocturnal nature… and because Angels had good eye sight anyway, but that's not the point. I'll be able to read and I will read these books with great amusement. 'Buffy The Vampire Slayer'. Funny books. Really. I looked at my other selection of books and shook my head. There were a few comics and more silly easy reads. I wasn't that much of a reader really. Never have been. I did find a series I read within a month, but it was so awful I made Darren read it. He… still resents me for making him read it. It took him a full night to read all four books. This is something; considering it doesn't take him long to read at all. He said the books were so 'God Awful the next time I hand him a book even remotely similar he will punish me.'. Knowing Darren, that punishment was something sexual to boost his ego.

"And you said 20 minutes… Darling, you took 8." Darren grinned as he threw me my keys. I caught them swiftly. He knew I liked to do the driving because it was a good way to relax me. He was also buttering me up because we had to go to the bar.

"I brought reading material!" I grinned noting his unimpressed look, "I'm not going to sit there being bored and people watching. It stinks in there, and everyone dresses awfully. A distraction inside that place is needed. Besides, I'll hide in a booth. I'm no vampire so I don't need to-" I was rambling, he pressed a finger to my lips and gave me the look as if to say 'shut the heck up for crying out loud' (Or the use of other words). I suddenly grinned and chuckled.

"You don't care do you?" I finally said and he removed his finger and nodded, "Gotcha. Let's go. We won't be long at all with me driving." I grinned and skipped my way to the car. He had already pulled it out for me. How sweet. I really didn't deserve a friend like him sometimes. I slipped in, pulled my belt on and started the engine, getting comfy hearing the purrs of life coming from the car. Darren was hooking up my I-pod and put on my favourite play list. My favourite remixes that clubs usually play at the moment. I grinned, my shoulders getting into the beat as I pulled out and started the drive to Shreveport.

As I pulled in to the Fangtasia car park, the remix to Kesha's song Blah blah blah featuring 3OH!3 was playing loudly as I parked in the place I did the night before, I noticed a red corvette a few feet away. Keeping the engine on, I danced as much as I could in the small space and singing along with her. Darren had stepped out of the car and was talking to the blonde in front before opening my door. Vampires and their speed. Honestly. He pulled my keys from the ignition and the music died out straight away.

"Hey!" I pouted and crossed my arms, "I love that song." He chuckled and held a hand out for me. I rolled my eyes and stepped out, pushing his hand to the side and taking my keys in the process.

"I have to get straight to work behind the bar, so let's find a place for you to get settled." he said and walked me up to the front door. I saw a queue had already formed with a large group of Japanese tourists and I tensed when they flashed a few cameras my way. The bored blonde took one look at me, and I swear I saw a tug of a smile on her ruby red lips before stepping aside to let Darren walk me in. Before we entered the bar, I took one last breath of glorious fresh air before my senses were filled with the awful scent. I clenched my jaw as I refused to pull as face. Darren sensed this and laughed.

"You'll get used to it." He muttered and I shook my head.

"No. No I will not." I sighed, liking my southern drawl there before I sat up at the bar while Darren got a quick briefing on what he had to do. I was bobbing in my seat as I took a look around the bar. I was curious, and used that expression on my face to hide the disgust or the poor décor of the area. Black, red and leather. Ick.

"Stop that will you?" Darren said as he slipped a JD and coke in front of me, I smiled gratefully and shrugged. It was in one of those small glasses. The kind of ones where three large gulps and it was gone.

"Can't help it." I whispered, knowing he could hear.

"Well stop and find a booth, the club will open in a sec." I rolled my eyes and nodded looking around. I found one that was in the far back, away from the public eye. Perfect! I walked there, skimming past the waitresses as I did so. I could tell they were fang bangers, though I didn't really want to use that word. I mean, I was a fang banger every now and then. I just never got bitten though.

I slipped into the booth and got comfortable against the wall, where it was dark enough to shroud me in darkness. I leant against the wall, a foot on the floor and one bent up to support me and my book whilst I read. I pulled the book out and took a sip of my drink. Leaning my head against the wall for a second, I closed my eyes and relaxed. The music was playing loudly, the smell was overwhelming and I couldn't really find a way to… well, loosen up! I sighed and opened to the first page and decided to get completely involved in my book so I could ignore the sounds around me. My hearing was that fraction better than humans, but still no way near as good as vampires. I was an angel, a peace giver, a guardian, not a hunter so the extra abilities I had compared to a Vampire were incredibly different yet almost the same. I know that the abilities change sometimes. It always depends on your destiny and I was told that Angels can be as brutal as a feral vampire; stronger even. It gives me shivers to think of Angels as vicious killers. It just doesn't seem… right.

I sniggered quietly to myself as I read the book. The prologue had started with a vampire and a human. It described how the faces went all contort and ugly… bumpy. I supposed it made sense, because vampires were 'evil' in this book, but even when they had their fangs out, they still weren't threatening. I suppose I think that way because I live with one and… I used to kill them. So the only time I got remotely scared was depending on their age, if they had a gift and I guess their strength.

The oldest vampire I killed was around 500 years old and that was by serious fluke. I was hunting his child, not that he knew that, thank the lord, but I had cut myself along the way and he was on me within seconds. I was pinned to a wall and his fangs in my neck draining me. Not a pleasant experience and I have had the positive side to being bitten by a vampire. Anyway, I had a silver stake in my jacket sleeve and used that. The rest is history. I escaped using the last of my energy and my mother risked her own life to save me; all because I was cocky and extremely clumsy.

I blinked; I had turned a couple of pages and not taken in any of what I was reading. I sighed with a quiet chuckle to myself and took a large gulp of my drink. It was stronger, so that meant Darren had made it. He was buttering me up still. My suspicions had begun to rise. If he was still buttering me up and it meant a small list of things; he wanted sex, something I didn't like was going to happen, and/or he was apologizing. I was betting on the last two since we had sex last night. Then again, he was still a man so you can never know. Bizarre species men can be.

Speak of the devil; he sat in the booth with me, looking grim.

"You might need to move to another booth." He said as he leaned over to pick up my empty glass and slipped out of the booth.

"Why?" was all I said and I scanned his appearance. He had eyeliner rimming his eyes, making him look paler and more 'goth'-ish. I stopped myself from smirking. "This is a nice out of the way space for me to hide from the public eye."

"That was why I had that booth put here Ms. Butler." The voice came from opposite me. I turned, slowly, to see it was the Sheriff. My mouth dropped into a silent 'ahh' as I closed it and nodded feeling glad I didn't finish my sentence with 'I don't wanna be here Darren'.

"Right then, I'll be out of your hair." I twisted round with the huge fake grin, closing my book.

"No need, I wouldn't mind getting to know you a bit more. It's not every day you meet a human who travels with a vampire and carries a fake I.D." His face was emotionless. I swear I paled, because a smirk was on his lips within seconds.

"Ahh." was all that came out of my lips I could feel a shiver building up my spine and I tried to remain frozen to the spot. Didn't work. I felt cold all over. Even my comfy jumper top wasn't doing anything to help. Poo.

I slipped my book in my bag and placed my hands in my lap. Darren placed a glass in front of me and I tried to give him the brightest smile I could muster. It wasn't much; he barely smiled himself before vanishing.

I think I made it obvious I was nervous when I downed my drink. I licked my lips before biting the corner, avoiding eye contact. I could feel his calculating eyes on me and the shiver that was building up my spine disastrously slowly.

"How old are you?" his voice was calm, collected and cold. I really wish I stayed in the car last night now…

"Twenty Two." I whispered. It was such a lie. Such an awful lie. I kept my face straight though.

"How about you look at me and say that." I did so, keeping a straight face with a forced smile, "Now how about you tell me the truth. How old are you." His voice had gone deeper and his eyes were slightly glassy, he was trying to glamour me. What the hey! Fine then. I'll play your game. I remembered what happened to most humans when they were glamoured and pulled a similar droopy/dreamy expression and repeated the age on my I.D. but in a slight dazed dreamy voice. He pursed his lips as he frowned and I pretended to snap out of the glamour, blinking and then staring up at him in shock.

"No fair." I pouted and leaned back in the seat. It wasn't fair really. If he was going to play this dirty well then so be it, just don't expect me to play it clean either. Go me. I downed another drink Darren gave me.

"You're not twenty two." he stated. I was tempted to nod, but I tilted my head at him.

"Why is it so hard to believe?" my brows had knotted together. This guy was just silly, but at least he believed he glamoured me… for now. I hope.

"You look younger than that age, yet your eyes tell me different." he explained and I decided to ignore the eyes comment and down the fresh drink that was placed in front of me. A double Vodka a coke. Nice one Dare.

"I'm a healthy girl." I finally responded with a smirk, knowing this was not true because I lived off of junk food. He nodded with agreement to my healthy comment.

"Indeed, you certainly look it." He leered and his fangs were out. I couldn't stop the shiver down my spine as it had become too much to restrain. He liked this fact. I could see it in the way his icy blue eyes lit up.

"May I ask you a question?" I looked at him, tracing my finger slowly across the rim of the glass.

"You just did." he replied with an amused tone, I chuckled lightly, shaking my head and pushing the glass away so it could be replaced.

"Okay then, can I ask your age Mr. Northman." I had a small smile on my face now. Even though this guy wigged me out, he had a small sense of humor on him… when he wasn't trying to figure me out. He paused, his fangs retracting before nodding.

"I am over a thousand years old." And I froze up. He could tell. My body had gone completely rigid and I saw my drink had been refreshed. I removed my eyes from his to see Darren looking my way. He nodded before handed some drinks to a waitress. I smiled and drained my drink in one again; taking a deep breath after. Darren didn't make this one… It was… Wow… strong. Actually… this… is going straight to my head…

"You seem to be going through your drinks rather quickly. Are you nervous Ms. Butler?" There was a smug grin on his face and I bit the inside of my lower lip, this was so my jaw wouldn't clench. Either way, he noticed this and the smug look didn't vanish. Mood swing coming on? Oh heck yeah it was. Bring it Northman.

"Well who wouldn't be nervous when you have a thousand year old vampire interviewing you to decide whether he trusts you or not. Not to mention your life is under that risk as well and I like my life. It can fun." I rambled out nervously gulping down the fresh drink that was placed in front of me. Darren would stop having my drinks refreshed in a bit otherwise it would look suspicious. More so than it was already. How many have I downed? And they were different drinks… What was the one before though? Strong yes, but yummy? Yes.

"You've got quite the stomach for your drink." he commented again and I tried to grin.

"What can I say, I obviously drink when 'nervous'." The smirk on his face remained. Did he think I was getting tipsy? Awesome. Lets continue on this root! Maybe I can get excused and go home!

I think Darren could tell I was going on this root because he came up to the table with a tall glass of coke. At least… I think it was by the way his jaw was clenched. Don't ruin this for me now Dare! I grinned to him with a forced grin.

"Hey Dare." I giggled and bit my thumb lightly 'trying' to hide the girlish laughter.

"Mr. Shields, your friend is quite amusing." the smug Sheriff spoke with hilarity to Darren. Darren nodded in the agreement with him before giving me a final look. I just grinned back at him before taking a sip of my drink. It was just plain coke. I pouted and looked up at him.

"I think you've had enough." he said in that fatherly tone and I snickered nodding. I couldn't remember when I actually got drunk… It was a while ago because I didn't like having to get up in the morning and nurse myself better. Darren turned to Eric.

"Yes, she doesn't know when to be quiet when she's drunk a bit too much." they exchanged a nod and I pulled out my book and flipped to a random page. I could read it perfectly fine, the words were… slightly blurred... Take that Darren. Even if you know I'm faking… probably. Am I faking? Or am I just exaggerating it like a placebo. Could be. Or! I'm intolerant to a certain alcohol. Like Absinthe. Evil stuff that.

"What are you reading there?" Eric asked and I looked up in shock.

"Huh? Oh!" I handed the book over and smiled, "I can't read much at the moment though… to dark… it's blurring the words together." I frowned and leaned my elbow on the table, resting my chin in my palm. The Sheriff closed the book and saw the title because he pulled a face and handed it back to me. I took it and laughed at his facial expression.

"There isn't anything wrong with reading a silly book about a silly girl." I took a sip of my drink and started picking at the nail varnish on my thumb nail with the need to fidget. I tilted my head to look away from my booth to see Darren walking over. I grinned and waved lazily to him.

"Dare! When are we going?" I drawled out slurring my words a little bit. He raised a brow, giving me a pointed look, before shaking his head as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Pam said I should have about another hour, unless Mr. Northman wants me to stay longer." he looked to the Sheriff who had a smile on his face. Whose Pam? The blonde out front? Pretty name… I wonder if it's short for anything… Like Pammel… Or Pamela. Like… Pamela Anderson! That Bay Watch Celebrity! Yeah…

"Of course not, Ms. Butler seems to have allowed her nerves to get the better of her this evening." he then smirked. I grinned before I shook my head.

"I didn't let my nerves get the better of me. I can handle my drink perfectly fine." I nodded and slipped my book in my bag before leaning back in the seat. My head felt strangely dizzy still…

"Phew…" I sighed and closed my eyes trying to breath, but the air in here wasn't helping at all, "I need some air." I smiled and sat up straight and turned to Darren in question; who then looked to the Sheriff in question. Why does he have to ask him?

"Of course, I'll accompany her while you finish off." he suggested, Darren nodded and gave me a look to say 'be good'. I snicker, nodded and slipped out of the seat. I'm always good. I'm an Angel.

Using the support of the table when I looked up, and up and then a little bit more up, I was finally looking at the smirking Sheriff. He was standing a bit too close for comfort. He was also really tall. If I keep looking from here, my neck will hurt. I should also buy taller heels if I am to return here…

"Lead the way Sheriff" I grinned and he placed his hand on my lower back and guided me through to the back entrance of the club. When finally outside, I blinked and leaned against the wall trying to seem like I couldn't stand straight, which I couldn't, so that helped. I rested my head against the wall and closed my eyes, trying to stop the very slight spinning of going from stuffy bar to fresh air. I felt my shoulders drop as I could feel like I could relax.

"So much better." I sighed, breathing in the clear air, "Much less stuffy."

"I honestly haven't noticed." I heard him mutter and looked at him. He was standing a little bit away from me with his hands in his pockets. Even whilst he was slouching, he was still bloody tall…

"Really? I mean… no offence, but it stinks in there." I laughed lightly before slipping my thumbs in my jean pockets. The sheriff had an amused smile on his face.

"Ms. Butler, I'm confused as to how you would think it 'stinks' as you said it. Most people can't tell and Vampires can simply ignore It." he spoke coolly and I smiled.

"Most people are in awe of the place. Whereas I wasn't and as soon as I walked in yesterday I took one whiff and needed to be out of there; thus me going to sit on the car. Also I forgot my purse." I rambled on and ended with a chuckle. Actually, I realized some of my laughs were real. Shizzle sticks. I'm tipsy! How can I be tipsy? What was in the last drink?

"And what does my bar smell like?" I bit the corner of my lip to think.

"Well, sweat and sex is the obvious." I leaned my head back again and stared into the sky remembering the smells, "The heated up blood substitute, hair spray, perfume, blood and I swear rust."

"Blood and rust, Ms. Butler?" his deepened voice seemed confused, I took no notice.

"Yeah… I swear I can smell rust, but nothing looks rusty or old in the bar also, I can only see blood substitute and it's against the law or code or something for there to be feeding within the premises. So it doesn't make sense on how I can smell blood." I shrugged and looked up at him. He was smirking, but it looked forced, "Okay, how stupid did I just sound?" I laughed and shook my head. I wanted to sit down on the ground, but held back. Being able to breathe in the fresh air was nice after spending a few hours in the stuffy bar. I'm sure it can be a nice place, really. It's just not my sort of place. My senses go wild in there, like I'm in danger all the time. I also felt… cramped even though I could spread out.

"Ms. Butler, are you listening to me?" I felt hands on my shoulders and I looked up into the Sheriff's face. My warning bells were going off and I tensed a little.

"Sorry, I was off in my own world. What were you saying?" I scratched the back of my head and looked up. To say the sheriff looked furious was an understatement.

"What are you exactly, Ms. Butler?" Fudge cakes…

What's the one drink you can't stomach? Hayley's is Absinthe. Mine is Sambucca, though I can drink all the tequila in the world. For now.

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