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Chapter 4

Marisia rushes out of school the instant the bell rings. Haydn had continued to have every class with her, but was now always surrounded by a crowd of adoring zombies. She quickly hops into her car, not waiting for Calvin, and speeds back to the apartment. She is completely freaking out.

Calvin was serious! When Calvin got mad he really got mad, and he was extremely stubborn, when he made up his mind there was no stopping him. It was all finally going to be over, by tomorrow morning Haydn would be dead! Why did that thought make her stomach drop? She should be happy! No more psycho stalker vampire following her everywhere. But for some irritating reason, she doesn't want that to happen, but there's nothing she can do, it's almost certain that Calvin and her will win, unless the vampire brought backup.

She is home by now, but the second she goes inside and closes the door, there is a knock. There are three possibilities for who it can be; Mark or one of the others, a neighbor from the other apartments, or Haydn. She is betting on number three. Sure enough when she opens the door there is Haydn, smiling down at her.

"You know if Calvin catches you here he'll kill you." His smile only grows.

"Oh Calvin won't be here for a while, he's having some car trouble."

"I'm sure you created that 'car trouble', what do you want?"

"Can you please talk to me? I don't know why you threw a fit earlier." Marisia almost protests that that was so not a fit, but stops herself, knowing she won't win this argument.

"Fine whatever come in." He steps inside, and cautiously looks around to make sure Calvin isn't hiding anywhere.

"He's not here; just tell me whatever the heck it is and get out." He sits down on their new second hand cream colored couch; she sits opposite of him in the matching chair. For a moment he just stares at her.

"I suppose you've been wondering why I'm following you." He says slowly. Marisia laughs.

"Uh, yeah I've been asking you that for over a week." He remains serious.

"Now I think I should tell you, you have the right to know. Especially since Calvin seemed so serious about killing me tonight." He concludes with wry smile.

"So what is it?" Marisia readies herself for whatever insane explanation he has conjured up.

"Remember when I first met you?" He asks, once again serious.

"Uh, more like remember when you first began stalking me." He gives a small smile.

"No, before that." Marisia freezes.

"Were you one of the vampires who killed my parents?" She asks quietly. He looks completely shocked.

"What, no! What are you talking about?" His expression softens. "That's what happened to you, why you hate vampires so much?" Marisia immediately regrets that she had said that.

"Yes, it is, not that it's any of your business."

"I'm sorry." He says softly. This takes Marisia completely by surprise.

"Why would you care?"

"Well that's what I've been trying to tell you! Can I please finish what I was saying?" Marisia is instantly mad at him again.

"Fine, whatever, but then if I were you I'd get the heck out of town, Calvin was serious, you really pissed him off." He gives her an icy glare.

"I will it's safer for you if I leave anyway. I just want you to know." There is a moment of silence.

"Well what are you waiting for?" Marisia asks exasperated. "Go ahead!"

"Like I was saying, we've met before," He holds up his hand to silence her as she begins to speak. "And," He continues slowly. "For you, it was not in this lifetime." Marisia jumps up, completely astonished and confused. She knew he was going to say something crazy, but not this crazy!

"You're completely nuts! You think I'm like reincarnated or something? That's not freaking possible!" She shrieks.

"Yes it is I've met you in several of your previous lifetimes." He doesn't look at all surprised at her outburst.

"Has the thought ever crossed your mind that maybe I'm related to these people? That we just look really similar, even act alike?" But she is realizing to her horror that it all made sense. Why she can't kill him, why she feels like she recognizes him, why she actually kind of liked a vampire. But reincarnation isn't possible! She argues desperately. Vampires are real, the other voice reminds her. Why not reincarnation?

"No," He says confidently. "No, you are exactly like them in every single way, plus I know you're the same person as them. I just know."

"How can you just know something like that? You are completely crazy." He gives her a steady stare.

"You know exactly how, because I saw you recognized me too."

"No, it's not possible! Get out of my house!" She shrieks, not caring if the neighbors hear. Haydn is next to her in an instant, and he tries to put an arm around her. She jerks away.

"Don't touch me! I don't ever want to see you again! Get out of my house!"

"Marisia," He says in a calm soothing voice. "I know it's a lot to take in, but you know it's true, and there's more you need to know."

"No there's not, because it's all a big freaking lie! None of this possible you are insane! Get out or I'll call the cops!" This was too much, she can't handle it. He is going to make her as crazy as himself. Haydn actually chuckles, it was menacing, terrifying.

"You and I both know you can't call the police, how are you going to explain how I'm a hundred times faster and stronger than them?"

"Just get out!" His green eyes darken.

"I can always make you listen." He steps closer, if that was even possible.

"And I can always kill you." He smiles crookedly.

"But you can't seem to be able to do that, can you?" A key turns in the lock and he whirls around. "It seems Calvin has solved his car troubles, but we will finish this conversation." With that he is gone and she hears the kitchen door close as the front one opens. She collapses onto the couch; one ten minute discussion with Haydn had tired her more than a whole night of vampire hunting.

"Hey Mar, my stupid car broke down and I had to get it towed," He must have spotted her on the couch, because he is there in a second. "Marisia what's wrong? What happened? Are you alright?" He asks frantically.

"Yes I'm fine conversations with mental vampires are just tiring." She replies wearily.

"What did he do?" He asks in a voice so cold she almost shivers.

"Nothing really, just made up an insane story, practically annoyed me to death."

"I will keep my promise he's dead tonight if he hasn't already left."

"Anyone with half of a brain would, but I really do think he has some mental disease. Is that possible?" Calvin shrugs.

"I don't know; maybe if he had it before he became a vampire, but I've never heard of one."

"Do you even know where he's staying?"

"Oh you'll never believe where he's at. He's staying at an old mansion about two blocks from here."

"Seriously? Where did you find this out?"

"I have my sources." He says with a mysterious smile. Marisia rolls her eyes.

"So when are we going to leave?"

"Oh the sooner that jerk is dead, the better. Three hours at the most." Marisia's stomach drops. In three hours, he would be dead. Why did the thought upset her so much? She should be elated, jumping up and down with joy; she could go back to Chicago, back to her friends and her life. But he would be dead.

"Okay, I think I'll go take a nap I'm exhausted." Marisia says getting up and stretching, she manages to keep her voice from shaking.

"Yeah, that's a good idea, you look like you're about to drop. I'll get Wendy's for dinner okay?"

"Alright, wake me at five, if I'm not already up." She stumbles down the hall, and flops onto her bed, falling asleep instantly.

At five o'clock exactly, she wakes up, feeling refreshed, but dreading what she I s about to do. She walks to the kitchen, and sees Calvin had just returned with the delicious fried, greasy goodness of Wendy's.

"Yum," Marisia says sitting down. She quickly begins to devour her cheese burger and fries, dipping some in ketchup, but most of them in go right into her heavenly chocolate frosty. She looks up at Calvin and sees an almost imperceptible glow, and his deep blue eyes are especially bright. "I see you had a little something else besides Wendy's tonight." She accuses. Calvin averts his eyes.

"I just wanted to be prepared; we don't know what we'll be facing tonight."

"I know, but Calvin—" He cuts her off.

"The person is fine I didn't think you'd make such a big deal about it." He says quietly, voice hard.

"I'm sorry Calvin, it's fine I get why you did it." She wishes she hadn't said anything. He looks a little relieved and they finished their meal in silence.

They decide to wait till eight. It would be dark and they would have time to plan. They don't know how many are staying there and they have to be prepared.

"So we have no clue what we're going into?" Marisia asks. Calvin sighs.

"Yep pretty much."

"Well why don't we wait and try to get more information?" Calvin looks surprised.

"Wait? Why so this guy can torture you some more? No way, tonight he dies." His tone chills her to the bone. Marisia knows they are rushing into this and something is bound to go wrong.

"So basically we just sneak in there, hopefully kill him while managing to not get ourselves killed, get out and go back to Chicago?" She would miss Minneapolis she had practically grown up here.

"Yeah, basically." Marisia sighs and shakes her head.

"We could get ourselves killed." Calvin grins.

"Don't we almost do that every night anyway?"

"Yeah but at least we sort of know what we're going into, there could be twenty of them, then what do we do?"

"Run like hell."

"There's no talking you out of this?" Marisia really didn't want to do this, there was a large possibility they would die, and that he would die.

"Nope, we need to end this and get on with our lives. He's gone way too far." She sighs again.

"Fine let's get this over with." She stands up, already dressed and heads to the door. Calvin looks a little surprised but follows her out. It was a pitch black night, no stars or moon in sight. They had left a bit later than planned, it was nine thirty and the streets were void of cars and pedestrians. They walk almost silently down the street, or at least Calvin was completely silent. He wore all black, but no mask, and easily blended into the shadows.

They quickly walk the two blocks and sure enough Haydn is staying in a mansion, albeit a run down one. It was huge, white, with a gigantic porch, and about a million windows.

"You ready?" Calvin whispers. Marisia nods and they slowly move in. They peek in the window and see six vampires sitting in front of a T.V talking. Haydn isn't with them. Marisia lets out an unintentional silent sigh of relief. They decide to just go in the front door; there would be no surprise attack here.

They open it, not bothering to be quiet, they were vampires and would hear them if they made noise or not. The vampires immediately jump up and run towards them, hissing, fangs out. They quickly take down three, but then they run into a problem. At least twenty others flood into the room and surround them. No they surrounded her.

Marisa is completely cut off from Calvin, and from the sound of it they were beating him.

"Calvin!" She shrieks as she kills one vampire and another one quickly takes its place. He moans in response. When she attempts to look over to see if he is alright two vampires quickly pin her hands behind her back. She struggles but when she glanced up at them she knows she isn't getting free anytime soon. They are huge; over six feet tall and as thick as a brick wall, their arms bulging with more muscle than she had ever thought was possible to fit into one without it bursting.

"Calvin!" She screams again, squirming and kicking as hard as she can. As they begin to drag her away, she sees Calvin lying on the floor, barely conscience, moaning and bleeding from a huge gash on his head. They blindfold her, take away her weapons and then suddenly a hard object connects with her face with unimaginable force, her legs collapse but the gigantic vampires hold her up. Someone punched me. She thinks dazed. Someone actually punched me. Then, all thoughts disappear as she blacks out.