"Crap," I muttered as police cars came rolling up the street. I noticed Mr. Crotchety Old Man peering out of his window and grinning. I stuck my tongue out at him 'cause I'm just that mature. The cars surrounded us and guess who stepped out of the lead car. That pesky police chief from our first zombie encounter.

He froze when he saw us. "You again."

I sighed and nodded knowingly. "Me again."

He scowled. "Your gang's grown."

I bobbed my head. "Yup."

"I'm going to have to arrest you all."

"For what?" Teemo asked. He yawned widely and rubbed his eyes.

"Those three," he indicated Minka, Onyx, and me, "for resisting arrest and causing public dissent, and the three of you for assisting criminals." He spoke pompously.

Zeus raised her hand. "Question! Does this inclued me 'cause I only just found out about this today."

The police chief nodded. I opened my mouth to say something that would probably get us into even more trouble, but Arin stepped forward and placed her hand on my arm. "I'm sorry, officer, but what exactly did my daughter do?"

His face assumed a shocked expression when Arin said 'my daughter.' For good reason too. Elves have the capability to chose whatever age they want to become immortal at, or if they want to stay mortal and grow old. Arin chose twenty-two, Teemo twenty-four, and I was fifteen.

"Yes," Arin continued, back-pedaling furiously as she realized how insane she'd just sounded. "Because we," she indicated herself and Teemo, "um, saved her from a, uh, bad, uh, parent who was, uh, you know, bad. So we call her our daughter to freak people out." She favored the policeman with a dazzling smile that left him even more stunned than before. I rolled my eyes. Arin slung her arm around my shoulder. "So we'll just be going, okay?" She offered him another smile.

The poor man blinked uncertainly. "Uh..." It was then that the zombie tore the back of his neck out.

Personally, I blame the police for what happened. If they hadn't left their damn sirens on we would've heard the zombie. But no, they had to leave the siren wailing and blasting red and blue light all over the place. It was a fucking beacon for any zombies in the vicinity. So the guy got his spinal cord ripped out. Their fault, not mine. Or maybe, if you really like playing the blame game, you could blame that crochety old man for calling the police here in the first place. And if you kept going back, I suppose you could blame us for being really loud and causing that man to call the police. But technically it was his own choice, we didn't decide it for him. If you wanted to be really technical you could blame who's ever fault the whole zombie outbreak thing was in the first place. Or you could blame the zombie itself. Actually, no you couldn't. The zombie didn't have a choice. Speaking of who caused this whole debacle, I really should find that out... Right. Anyways. Long story short, I blame the police.

Onyx was the first to react. She shifted back to her horse form, kicked the zombie's head in, and changed back in the blink of an eye. The policeman toppled over, still gushing blood, and the zombie collapsed into a rotting heap. "That... was gross," Zeus groaned.

"All in a day's work," I told her. "But be on your toes guys; there could be more of them. And turn those fucking sirens off!" Maybe not such a good idead to swear at the police but what were they gonna do? Arrest us again? Because that worked so well last time.

Someone flicked the blaring sirens off and, as it turned out, I was right! There were more of them! I heard the moan and turned around in just enough time to stagger out of the way as a fat, rotting, dripping corpse lunged at me. My foot caught on the curb and I tumbled to the ground. I scrambled back as the cadaver lumbered towards me, utterly paralyzed with fear. It was a terrifying sight; one hand gone, the flesh of its lower face gone, one eyelid missing so it looked at me with a giant, filmy, bloodshot eye. Shirt tattered, torn, and stained with who knows what. Teeth dirty and chipped to jagged points. My back ran up against a tree and I sat there trembling, all my normal instincts having fled out the door.

"Enia!" Samik yelled. He started forward but something got there first. A ball of fluff barreled out of the shadows and smashed into the zombie. They tumbled head over heels and the fluffy thing immediatly set about ripping the corpse to shreds in a very gory, violent way. Blood flew everywhere. I realized it was a large wolf. It was tan and lean with heavily muscled legs. There was blood on its muzzle and its keen eyes regarded us warily.

"Aw," I said as I stood up unsteadily and wandered towards it with my arms outstreatched. "It's so fluffy and cute."

"Enia," Samik cautioned.

Suddenly the wolf changed into a tall teenage guy. He had short blonde hair and blue eyes and wore a black leather jacket and black jeans. His eyes locked on mine. He yelled my name and came running towards me. What the hell? I yelped and slid out of the way, pulling a hammer out of thin air and smashing him over the head with it. He staggered and tripped over the curb.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded, hammer held at the ready.

"Enia," Samik said quietly. "That's David the Scottish Werewolf's creeper friend."

"You're William Darroch?" I practically screeched.

"The one and only." He grinned disarmingly. I pegged my hammer at his head.

"Where'd you even get that hammer?" Samik asked. "I didn't know you were carrying one."

"It's 'cause I'm magical," I answered, wiggling my fingers in the air.

"He's William?" Onyx asked, regarding the new boy critically. "He's kinda funny lookin'."

"Am not!" William replied hotly.

"Does anyone want to explain to me what's going on?" Teemo asked.

"Sure. That's William," I pointed at the werewolf. "He's a creepy stalker person who's kinda been annoying me through his friend David's Fanfiction and Fictionpress accounts."

"So you've been hitting on my daughter," Teemo asked coldly, glaring vehemently at William. If only looks could kill...

"Technically I've choosen her as my mate. She's Marked. On her right ankle."

"Is this true, Enia?" Arin asked with motherly concern.

"Nope. He's bonkers. I have no recollection of this incident he's talking about. And let's see..." I pulled up my right pantleg. "Nope, no wound or scar. And besides, Samik is my one and only." I gave the elven boy beside me a hug.

When he heard Samik's name, William Darroch stiffened and clenched his hands into fists. "You're Samik Brekin?"

Samik tensed in my arms. "Yeah, what of it?"

"Prepare to die," William growled, his voice roughed by the change into his wolf form. He prepared to leap at Samik.

"Stop it!" I yelled as I released Samik, pulled another hammer out of thin air, and flung it at William's head. It connecting with a satisfying thunk and he transformed back into a human. "Can you two be next to each other for five seconds with out threatening or making nasty comments about each other?"

"Apparently not," Samik answerd. He glared at William and pushed against my hand.

"I will kill you," was William's mature response.

"No, you won't," I snapped. "You're going to settle this the mature and adult way."

"And what would that be?" William asked sarcastically.

"With," I paused for effect, "a Comp-Off!"

William: I am not fluffy or funny looking!

Samik: Yes, you kinda are.

William: I will kill you, tree-hugger!

Samik: Bring it, puppy-boy.

Me: WOULD BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!

William: Ditch this dork, Enia, I'm so much cooler.

Me: *glares* I like you better as a puppy.

William: I'm a wolf! Not a puppy!

Me: Puppy! Puppy!

William: *runs away crying*

Me: Heh heh. Now that that's over. First thanks, obviously, got to David the Scottish Werewolf for his idea. And yes, Onyx, I'll give you credit for Comp in the next chapter. AND TRANSFORMING INTO A HORSE AND SMASHING YOUR OPPONENTS FEET IN THE MIDDLE OF A MATCH IS ILLEGAL! (unless your opponent is William)

Onyx: *pouts* Damn you.

Me: All right! Read and review! Or I'll sic William on you, he's got to be good for something, right?