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Chapter 1
Marisia hops lightly down and thrusts her stake expertly into the sleeping vampire's chest. Its eyes fly open and confusion, realization, fury and horror flash across them in an instant then the light goes out of his eyes and he slumps down, dead. She hears clapping behind her and quickly turns around armed and ready.
She sees her best friend Calvin; put his hands up in mock surprise. "Wow, slow down Mar. It's just me." She puts the stake back in its place, a sheath for it on her boot, after wiping it on a cloth and laughs.
She adjusts the mask around her face that conceals her identity in case one gets away, which had never happened yet. It was a black mask that went from her eyebrows, to below her eyes, with intricate twisting designs covering it, almost like lace, but much stronger. It was tied back with tough cloth, made of some rare fabric she didn't know what and unlocked with a key she only knew the location of; it had been her mother's.
"That was amazing, you jumping down like that; he didn't even see you coming!" Calvin was half vampire half human at least six feet, had golden blond hair, pale skin, and eyes the color of a clear blue sky.
Being a half vampire meant that his father was a vampire and his mother was human. His dad ditched her before he even knew about Calvin. When he was ten his father had found and killed her so Calvin had been sent to the School, they became best friends on the spot. He had the vampire powers; super speed, mind control, heightened senses, but he didn't need blood and sunlight didn't affect him as much.
"Thanks," She says with a grin. She nudges the body with her knee high, tall heeled, black leather boot. She could have easily just sneaked up and staked the vampire, but this made it more fun. "Can you dump this in the lake? We should be getting back." He nods.
"Yeah, meet you back at the house alright?"
"Sure, see you there." Marisia walks out the door of the warehouse the vampire had been living in, her heels clacking quietly on the cracked cement floor. She emerges into the dark, starless night, trying to be as quick and quiet as possible. She knew her way back to the house she Calvin and three other vampire hunters lived, in a small house a couple miles from Chicago, once they became tired of living with foster family after foster family, by heart. She keeps herself alert, looking around for any signs of a vampire.
She hears footsteps behind her, and whirls around, but she sees nothing. She quickens her pace. Relax Marisia. She scolds herself. It's probably just Calvin playing a trick on you. She hears footsteps again and looks all around, but again she sees nothing.
"Who the heck's out there!" She shouts, getting angry. "Calvin if that's you, you're so going to get it!" She hears a chilling laugh, and suddenly someone's in front of her, or rather, something. That it's a vampire, she has no doubt, no one could appear that quickly. He had piercing green eyes, the color of an emerald, fair skin(like most vampires, with the whole sun thing),a straight pointed nose, and a mouth quirked in a mocking sneer, he was also extremely tall, so just your average good looking vampire, their looks were one of their many weapons to get their prey. She automatically puts her hand on the handle of her stake.
"Who the hell are you?" She inquires crossly; she doesn't want to have to deal with another one tonight she just wants to go home. She examines his face again, and to her disappointment he wasn't one of the ones who had killed her parents. He laughs again, his face mocking.
"What, you're not scared at all? I assume you know what I am?" She glares at him; she was in no mood for games tonight.
"Yeah I do, and if you knew who I was, you'd be running right now. " He laughs again, God that was so freaking annoying!
"I highly doubt that. You must be one of those vampire hunters that just moved here that has everyone running scared," He cocks his head, and looks her up and down. "But you don't look that frightening to me." He gives her a sarcastic half smile that really makes her mad, but that she finds hot at the same time.
She mentally slaps herself. What was wrong with her? Vampires weren't hot, they were evil! He must be controlling her mind, even though she knew this was impossible, she was immune to mind control, it went with the whole point something percent vampire thing. Was this guy insane? He knew vampires were running scared from her, yet he was still attempting to mess with her?
"Just leave me alone. You would be smart to listen to your vampire friends, plus I have someone coming any minute and he's ten times worse than me." He smiles that half smile again; it made her heart skip a beat. What was wrong with her tonight? I must just be tired. She tries to assure herself. I haven't slept for almost two days.
"Oh you mean that big, blond, freak? I saw him walking towards down town a minute ago, looks like you can't trust him as much as you thought, huh?" Marisia swears under her breath, seriously of all the nights he could choose to sneak off, he had to pick tonight? Marisa puts her hands on her hips.
"Whatever, I can still take you. You might want to look in the lake for one of your buddies we visited a while ago though." She adds sweetly. He looks shocked for about a millisecond, then his face turns back to its apparently normal mocking expression.
"Oh I doubt that, why don't you take that mask off, so I can see your pretty face?" That really pisses her off.
"What the hell do you want anyway?" She asks, resuming her walk. He shrugs his shoulders, catching up to her quickly. Marisia swears again. His smile widens, obviously having heard her. She can't go home until she deals with him; he would know where they lived. She stops abruptly, and he stumbles into her, she knows it's on purpose. "I said what do you want?" She repeats in a deadly calm voice. He sighs, and rolls his eyes.
"I don't know, I was bored, I saw you I just had to meet you." He says with a sly grin. That does it; she yanks the stake out and plunges it into his side. For some annoying reason she couldn't bring herself to kill him, or even seriously injure him, she's barely pushed it in at all. He gasps in rage, pain, and surprise collapsing onto the road grasping the stake. She swiftly and efficiently pulls it out, and wipes it off before returning it to the sheath.
"I warned you." She says simply, with a triumphant smile, and sprints down the street towards the house, not looking back, he could get up any second, and she doesn't want to be followed.
She arrives at the run down, white, two-story house, with peeling paint, cracked windows, and a decrepit porch on the verge of collapse. She runs inside slamming the rickety screen door shut, breathing hard. It was completely silent, so no one else must be home yet.
She walks into the ugly, bright blue, kitchen, with even uglier, brighter blue cabinets with chipped paint, hanging off of their hinges, and grabs a granola bar out of a cupboard, carefully closing it, afraid it would break. She walks up the ancient stairs; they creak in protest at her weight.
She walks down the long hallway to the very end and opens the heavy wooden door. As the one to first suggest living here, she got the biggest and best bedroom. Despite the house's condition, the furniture that was left there was in pretty good shape. She had a huge canopy bed, minus the canopy, that had acquired several scuffs and scratches, with a matching dresser complete with matching scratches, and above it was a slightly cracked mirror, she even had a window seat that looked out on the lake.
She flops down on the bed exhausted, and realizes she's still in her vampire hunting clothes. She takes her jewelry box off the top of the dresser and feels around for the familiar hidden button in the box, with a satisfying click, the bottom snaps open. She kept her few valued possession in the false bottom, her mother's locket, father's watch, a small photo album, and a key.
Marisia picks up the key, and feels around with her hand for the elaborate lock to the mask hidden behind her curtain of long, black hair. She finds it and rapidly unlocks the mask, taking it off and putting it in another false bottom in her top dresser drawer. She examins herself in the cracked surface of the mirror. She was sixteen, had waist length wavy midnight black hair, and deep blue eyes, so dark they were almost black, her face was void of freckles or other blemishes, along with the rest of her skin which was extremely pale, no matter how long she was in the sun. She was tall, five eight, but slim. Most said she was a mirror image of her mother, minus the hair(which she inherited from her father), hers had been white blond.
She then takes off her long sleeved, dark black shirt, tight black jeans, and boots, trading them for pajama pants and a T-shirt. She turns off her light, closes the ragged curtains, unplugs her alarm clock, (she was so not going to school tomorrow) crawls under the covers and immediately falls asleep.
All she dreams about is him, his smile, his laugh, his voice, his face. She can't stop, she doesn't want to stop. She never wants this dream to end.
Marisia is jerked awake by laughing voices and banging downstairs. What's wrong with me? She thinks desperately. Is it some new mind control thing, or am I going crazy? She jumps up, and dashes to the shower
The hot water relaxes her tense muscles and mind. It must be the lack of sleep. She attempts to convince herself. I've barely slept for weeks I've been so busy. She turns the water off, and goes to back to her room to dress in her customary ripped jeans, sneakers, and plain long sleeved, light blue shirt. She runs downstairs to the kitchen and sees Calvin cooking dinner.
Dinner? She thinks shocked. I really slept that long? "What's up Sleeping Beauty? " Jokes Calvin.
"What time is it?" She mumbles groggily.
"Five thirty." Replies Mark a tall brown haired gray eyed solemn quiet boy. They knew little about him aside from the fact that he went to the same school and that was perfectly okay so long as someone helped pay for groceries.
"It can't be!" She exclaims.
"Believe it Mar. You got in before us, why so tired?" Calvin asks with a hint of worry in his kind blue eyes.
"Just haven't been getting enough sleep I guess." She replies trying to put it off with a shrug.
"You sure?"
"Yeah," She says feeling a little guilty for lying. "What's for dinner?"
"Frozen pizza, is there ever anything else?" He says grinning. Marisia wrinkles her nose.
"Again? Didn't we just have that yesterday?"
"Actually all week our diet has consisted of frozen pizza." Says Mark matter-oh-factly.
"Yuck," She says shuddering. "One of us has to learn how to cook."
"Don't look at me," Calvin says throwing his hands up. "I don't cook."
"Neither do I." Mark says without the joking tone, he always sounded so serious.
"I suppose I'll have to then," Marisia says with a sigh. "Since you two are so lazy. And Ashley and Eve would never dream of chipping their manicures."
"Hey I'm not lazy. I just don't want to subject anyone to eating something I cooked; I can barely make frozen pizza without burning it." Calvin protests and she had to agree with him on that.
"Or we could learn how to order takeout." Marisia says, knowing her food wasn't any more palatable.
"Sounds good, tomorrow Chinese." Calvin says taking out the pizza and slicing up the slightly burned pieces.
"Great." Mark says slapping three slices of pepperoni onto his paper plate and heading to the table. Calvin does the same and Marisia grabs one to start.
"What's for dinner?" Chirps Ashley their cheerful blond roommate dressed perpetually in pink; as she walks in with the third and final roommate with insisted her name was Eve when everyone knew it was Jenna. She had artificially black hair along with gold eyes(provided by contacts) and always wore extreme Goth clothes. She and Ashley were opposites in every way one cheerful and peppy and the other dark and melancholy. But they were somehow inseparable friends, she also dated Mark on and off (another odd match)and as she walks in, he puts a possessive arm around her.
Calvin holds up his pizza laden plate in response and they simultaneously sigh in disgust.
"Again?" Ashley whines.
"Tomorrows takeout." Marisia assures them and a look of relief passes over Ashley's face while Eve's of course remains expressionless. After they each grab a slice, they sit down to a typical dinner in their household.
"How many did you get?" Calvin asks mouth still full of pizza.
"Only one." Ashley says with a sigh.
"Three," Mark says quietly. "How many did you get?"
"Five." Calvin says somewhat smugly while at the same time Marisia blurts,
"Six!" Without knowing why.
"What I was sure it was six." Calvin says turning to her with a confused stare.
"Well together we killed five, but when you had promised to come straight home," His expression turns to guilt. "One followed me, attempted to have a conversation with me, and" She shrugs. "I killed him." Marisia has no idea why she has told them she had killed that vampire, but she knows that if she had said she had let him go they would think she was insane. She turns to glare at Calvin.
"Were the heck did you go anyway? The vampire said he saw you walk towards downtown." Calvin's face became impassive.
"I had some personal business to attend to." Marisia almost laughs at the way he says it, but knows from his expression that he was serious. She was in no mood for his attitude or secrets tonight.
"Personal business?"She says in utter disbelief. "Since when don;t we tell each other everything?" He doesn't respond, refusing to meet her gaze. She snaps crossly, picking up her plate. "I guess I'll go eat in my room then! And I will be going out alone tonight!" She races up the stairs to her room ignoring Ashley and Calvin's pleas to stay and slams the door shut. She has no clue why she had snapped at Calvin, he had a right to his privacy.
She slumps on her bed, and throws the plate of pizza to the floor in disgust. She clutches her raggedy teddy-bear and rolls over, face smushed into her pillows. "Are you going to eat that?" A voice asks from the window seat. Marisia jumps up and grabs a stake from beneath her pillow, when she spins to face the intruder; she already knows who it is from the voice. She crosses her arms in front of chest.
"What are you doing here?" Marisia demands crossly. "Didn't you get the message when I stabbed you?" That stupid half grin creeps onto his face.
"Was that a threat? I barely felt it." He laughs that dumb mocking laugh and Marisia rushes forward and puts the stake over his heart, applying a little pressure. His green eyes widen in false surprise.
"Well you're a fast one aren't you? And I really just wanted to finish the conversation we were having." He looks up at her face. "I was right." He says smiling.
"About what?" She asks irritated.
"Your face is pretty." Marisia reaches up with her free hand to her face, and to her horror, realizes she's not wearing her mask.
"Now I really do have to kill you." She says emotionless, and shock flickers across his face for a moment.
"Oh really?" He inquires. "And why is that?"
"You've seen my face," She says, pointing out the obvious. "You could tell others how I look, where I live and they could try to kill me. If you wanted to talk to me, you should have waited until I went out tonight," She applies more pressure, he flinches. "Anything else you want to say before I kill you?" He sighs.
"No, nothing that comes to mind. You really won't trust that I won't tell anyone anything?"
"No." She replies coldly and flatly. Again shock flickers across his face at her tone.
"Well," He leans forward, and she leans back. He lightly kisses her on the cheek. She jumps back in surprise, dropping the stake. "I'm just going to have to change your opinion about me." He leaps out the window and drops the two stories landing with a soft thud. "I'll see you later tonight!" He calls up, and she watches as he disappears in a blur.
"What the hell was that! What is wrong with him? Is he freaking suicidal?" She mumbles in irritation. She begins pacing back and forth, ranting to herself. "He just climbs into my room, and starts talking to me then he has the audacity to kiss me! I don't even know his name! Now he's making plans to meet me tonight!" She smiles in spite of herself at the prospect. He was hot. But he's a vampire! She scolds herself. He's evil! He probably was planning to kill her!
Marisia readies herself for a night of vampire changes into her black shirt, pants, boots, mask, and jacket since it was so cold out. She also grabs her gun that was loaded with wooden bullets so she wouldn't have to get close to him.
Calvin had made an attempt at apologizing several times, but she said she just wanted to go out alone tonight. It was partially because she was still mad, and partially because he might show up, and she doesn't want anyone to know about him. She just wants to kill him and get it over with.
She runs down the stairs as fast as she can, not wanting to have to confront Calvin. Too late. She thinks in dismay, as Calvin suddenly appears in front of her. Darn his stupid vampire powers! She puts her hands on her hips and scowls at him.
"What do you want Calvin? I need to get going." She asks exasperated, he winces at her tone and expression.
"I said I was sorry!" He bursts out angrily. "What's your problem Mar? You've been acting odd." She keeps her expression neutral.
"I know you said sorry, and I said that I won't forgive you until you told me where you had gone last night which you won't right? " She raises her eyebrows in question and Calvin shakes his head.
"That's it Mar, seriously? You just completely avoided my question. What the hell's going on Marisia? You can trust me you know that." He pleads.
"Yes I know it, but there really is nothing going on, I just simply want to go out alone tonight like I said early, is that such a big deal? You can go with Mark or Ashley or Eve if you don't want to go alone alright, but I really need to go now Calvin." She says as she shoves past him to the door. He stares at her in amazement and slowly walked towards the stairs.
"Fine whatever, if you don't want to tell me, don't tell me, just know you can whenever you feel like it." Marisia rushes out the door and slams it shut, immediately regretting what she had said. That was so mean of me! Poor Calvin, if I can keep a secret why can't he? She's tempted to go back inside to apologize and explain, but decides it would be best to wait till she had dealt with this.
She had a lead that a whole group of vampires was living down by the pier in an old warehouse, she probably shouldn't go there without Calvin, but she was in no mood to be smart tonight, she just needed to take her bad mood out on someone.
She walks slowly to the pier, in no hurry to get there, her heels clacking softly on the pavement. Just before you turned to go to the pier, there was a large rusty warehouse. They weren't very good at hiding themselves; she could their laughter emanating from within the sneaks inside, through a back door, and sees a group of five of them sitting in a circle around a fuzzy T.V. She darts around the room to quietly and swiftly impale a girl with dirty brown hair, and pulls it out. She hopes they won't just let her kill them, this was too easy. She gets her wish.
A tall, blond man rushes towards her, she quickly dodges him and jabs the stake in. Then she came across a problem, the other three come at her and somehow manage to push her into a corner. Oh crap. She looks around for a way out, while dodging and blocking their attacks, and spies above her a walkway that was made of metal mesh. Yes! She was pretty sure she could reach it if she jumped up.
Suddenly one of them dodges her hits and pins her against the wall. He hisses at her, teeth barred. Great, just great, how am I going to get out of this one? She thinks in anger and dismay while managing to kick him in the leg. Why couldn't I have let Calvin come? Why did I have to be so stupid? I'm such an idiot.
"You're going to pay foolish vampire hunter." He growls at her through his teeth, his blue eyes blazing with rage. "I'm going to make sure that you suffer!" He lunges forward, fangs out, and Marisia struggles helplessly trying to escape, she continues to fight while bracing herself for the torture.
The snarling vampire is abruptly gone, and Marisia looks up in confusion. In his place is the vampire from last night. His green eyes are full of concern. "Are you all right? Did he hurt you? Why in the world would you come here alone?" He spouts off rapidly, grabbing Marisia by her the shoulders and shaking her so hard her that her teeth rattle.
"Let go of me!" She shouts outraged as she throws him off. "Why won't you leave me alone? I was perfectly fine, I could have handled him."
"Fine? You were fine?" He laughs manically. "Because, when I walked in, I didn't see fine, I saw you pinned against a wall surrounded by three vampires, and one was about to kill you!" He exclaims, breathing hard. Marisia stares at him stunned, why did he care what happened to her? Why did he keep following her? Did he have a death wish?
Marisia glances around and sees he has killed the other three vampires, but why? "Well I guess I should say thanks for saving me so thanks, but," She picks her stake up off the ground, and pivots around so the stake is pressed against his heart. "I'm still going to have to kill you. Unless, that is you're going to tell me why you won't stop following me around like a puppy?" He gazes from the stake to her and back again, his eyes widen in shock for an instant.
"Oh you were serious about that earlier? I thought you were joking." He replies, returning to his usual mocking self. "I just saved your life by the way just to remind you; don't you think we're even?" She presses the stake in a little harder.
"No," She replies coldly. "I don't. You can't trust vampires, they're evil,soulless monsters, so you have to die; it's as simple as that. You should have let them kill me for your own good." She states like a fact.
"Probably," He agrees solemnly. "But why do you say that all vampires are evil? Isn't that a bit of a generalization? Have you never met a nice vampire?"
"No, I don't ever take the time to talk to them when I find them, and I doubt I ever will find one that is not pure evil."
"So you're saying that I'm pure evil?" He inquires sounding hurt. "Even after I just saved your life?"
"Yes I am, you most likely had ulterior motives." Why couldn't he just get to the point? He nods slowly.
"That's very logical, and maybe I do, but nevertheless, I saved you."
"Your point is?" Marisia pushes a little harder, he winces, she was getting fed up with this.
"You really do just look out for me, myself and I, don't you?" He marvels.
"There's no one else to look out for, the others take care of themselves." Marisia said calmly Why was she telling him all of this? Why couldn't she bring herself to kill him?
"Really? But who takes care of you?" He asks softly, making her hand holding the stake tremble.
"Now what do you want?" She asks again, ignoring his question and pressing the tip of the stake harder, breaking skin.
"Oh for saving your life, not much. Just a kiss." He grins deviously, his green eyes laughing sardonically.
"A kiss?" She exclaims. "A freaking kiss? Are you serious! I'd rather kiss a frog than a vampire!" His eyes darken.
"Oh really we'll just have to see about that." And before she can stop him, he leans forward, regardless the stake, and kisses her.
She is immediately sucked into the black hole that was him. Kissing him was like getting hit by lightning and being burned slowly consumed by fire it was completely horrible and wonderful and she was trapped, trapped in his mind. It was full of shimmering colors and dark corners and things that terrified even her.
See this isn't so bad is it? His voice in her head shocks her out of it. She wrenches herself free.
"That was the most revolting thing I've done in my life," She hisses, digging the tip of her stake in. "Are you done with your babbling? I have other things to do!" His eyes widen incrementally.
"Yes, I think so." He says softly, grimacing in pain. "But you're not going to get me that easy." He winks, and was gone in a flash.
"What the heck was that!" Marisia shouts infuriated. "What is that guy's problem, why can't he just leave me alone!" She practically marches out of the building. She can't think straight, and she just wants to go home.
She heads straight for the ramshackle home, takes her vampire hunters clothes off, and crawls under the covers of her massive bed to sulk. He was so annoying! What in the world did he want?!How dare he kiss her! She lies in her bed, desperately wanting to hit something, hoping she would never see him again.
She can't fall asleep so she lays there for hours staring off into space, at two a.m., she hears the front door open and cheerful laughter. She didn't want to hear happiness! Not while she was so angry and confused. She dives deeper beneath the blankets, and when someone opens the door she pretends to be asleep. She could hear their annoyingly happy voices down stairs and tries to block them out; and she soon falls into a fitful slumber.