OK, my excuse this time is… I just haven't felt like writing. I know bad excuse but a true one. Anyway it has been brought to my attention that the list of random fics that will become part of this series is a little overboard, which confused me until I went back and actually LOOKED at the list I gave you all, and realized that list is out dated and not right anymore. So here is the revised list IN ORDER. 1: The Little Vampire. 2: Little Vampire/Thief Lord crossover 3: Thief Lord 4: Little Vampire. THE END. As you can see a lot of the fics from the original list were cut out. Anyway I also want to apologize for another thing that was brought to my attention by the same person who brought up the crazy list I just addressed. But it was mentioned that my chapters have become shorter and shorter and the quality has gone down as well. I AM sorry about this. It isn't fair of me to expect you to keep reading and reviewing if I'm not giving you something worth reading and reviewing, especially with the amount of time it takes me to update, it just doesn't seem very fair to you, my readers. So I do apologize for that and try to write with the same quality and length I did when I first started this fic. Please enjoy the hopefully better written new chapter. :)

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Chapter 8

Tru limped after her brother, wanting to scream at him to slow down but, knowing that would rouse the babysitter, stopped from doing so. Actually Tru wasn't sure why she didn't just get Tony's sitter, this was why she was here right? To keep children from doing something stupid. So why didn't Tru just go get her?

Well the answer had something to do with not wanting to admit the presence of an adult was required. Maybe this is why mom doesn't trust me to babysit. Tru thought to herself, attempting to take larger steps.

She was almost to the door when, "And where do you think you are going?" the irritating voice of Tony's sitter stopped her dead in her tracks.

Tru turned, trying to think up a good excuse for why she was heading for the door this late at night. "What do you mean?" Tru decided to play dumb; it wasn't a very good tactic, but effective in buying time to think up a believable excuse.

"You are aware that it is past 9:00. I was told to have you asleep by now." The sitter stated, bringing her hands to her hips in, what Tru could only guess, was an attempt to appear strict and intimidating.

"Ok, look." Tru began. "Like I told you earlier, I'm not the one you are here to boss around. Go make Tony do whatever you were told to make him do, but I won't listen." Distracting from the topic at hand always worked well. Sure Tru would get an ear full from her parents when they heard she had given the sitter a hard time, but they were expecting to get such a report anyway. It was better than explaining why she was sneaking out of the house after dark.

"Your parents hired me to watch both of you, not just your brother, and..." Tru cut her off

"Look, I have a headache and don't have the energy to fight with about who is being paid to look after who. So why don't you make both our lives easier, and go back to watching your soap opera, and forget that I even exist." and with that Tru stormed out of the room, taking a detour into the kitchen.

"Now listen here, missy." The woman called as she followed Tru.

Damn it, Tru thought to herself, This lady just won't quit. She waddled toward the medicine cabinet, happy to finally have a good excuse for being downstairs, even though it was her house and she could be wherever she felt like at whatever time she deemed fit. As long as Tru wasn't keeping people awake and got to school on time, her parents couldn't care less.

"Your parents entrusted me with you and Tony, and they expect me and you to follow their instructions. And if you can't do that than I will just have to inform your parents of your behavior tonight." The woman stated, not realizing that she had essentially ended the argument with I'm telling on you.

Tru rolled her eyes, pulling out a bottle of Tylenol. "Oooohhhh, then what," Tru teased popping the pills into her mouth at once swallowing them dry, "are you gonna put me in time out?" It wasn't until after she had taken the pills that she realized she actually did have a headache and, now that she thought about it, her entire body was aching. Apparently, arguing with the babysitter had stopped whatever adrenalin rush Tru had from her little brawl upstairs.

"Fine I'll let your parents deal with you when they get home," The sitter huffed, pulling Tru out of her thoughts. "Do whatever you want." The woman then turned and stalked out of the kitchen grumbling to herself as she left.

"Thanks, I will." Tru called after her in an overly cheerful tone. Tru grabbed a green apple from the center of the table and took a bite. She gave a sigh as she leaned against the island, drumming her fingers on the countertop looking around the kitchen deciding what to do next. A minuet went by like this until. "Shit, Tony!" Tru muttered to herself, remembering why she came down here in the first place. She launched herself for the door, hopping the sitter had given up for good.

She was hit with a blast of cold air as she rushed outside. Perfect weather to run around in pajamas and no shoes. Tru thought to herself sarcastically, limp-running around the side of the house to where Tony's window was.

As Tru reached the place where Tony and Stranger should have been sitting she gave a frustrated sigh. Nobody was there, not Tony, not his nightmare buddy, not a rabbit, nothing. "Tony, where the hell are you?!" She muttered as she scanned the yard, squinting through the darkness, willing the light coming from the windows to illuminate the entire yard. No such luck, she could see only a few feet around the house.

Suddenly, she heard a high-pitched squeak coming from the direction of the shed. Tru gave a startled jump. "Tony?" she called out hesitantly. "Tony, is that you?"

There was a pause before, "Tru, what took you so long? Hurry up; we need to get to the farm down the road."

Tru gave a relieved sigh. Thank God. She thought, she had actually been worried about her little brother for a minute. The relief didn't last long as it was taken over by irritation. She made her way over to where she could just make out a faint outline of a small boy beside some sort of box. "Well excuse me, I'm probably gonna get grounded for a month because I was chasing after you," Tru huffed out as she reached her spikey-haired brother, "oh and my leg is killing me by the way, not that you bothered to ask, so is my head."

Tru paused and looked down at the box which, upon closer inspection was clearly a wagon, to meet the gaze of the cause of all of the problems of the night. "Why are you still here?" she asked the unknown boy.

He stared back at her, unsure of what to do. For an injured mortal, she was very intimidating and he got the distinct impression that she would try to bludgeon him to death, again, if he gave an incorrect answer.

It was in that moment that Tony began pulling the wagon containing the strange boy away from Tru and towards the road.

"Where do you think you're going?" Tru asked as she limped after the boys. The muscles in her leg were beginning to cramp up, and she wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to chase them around.

"I told you." He called behind him, "we need to get to the cow farm down the road."

Tru paused for a moment, not entirely sure she heard him correctly. "Why are we going to a cow farm?" Tru asked, pinching the bridge of her nose as the pounding in her head increased. It seemed that Tylenol would not be coming to her rescue tonight.

"Because he," Tony gestured to the dark-haired boy sitting in the wagon, "needs a cow."

"I'm about to have a cow if this keeps up." Tru huffed out sarcastically, to herself eye twitching slightly.

"Tru, hurry up." Tony called out. "You're slowing us down."

SNAP! Tru stopped dead in her tracks, staring angrily at the shadowy outline of her brothers back as he continued down the road. He wants cow? I'LL GIVE HIM A COW! Tru had reached her boiling point,

"Anthony Bernard Thompson!" Tru yelled venom laced into every syllable." Tony froze; he knew he had crossed some invisible line. "Get your, cape wearing, self over here RIGHT now." Tony turned and hesitantly walked over to his sister keeping his eyes trained on the ground. "My leg feels like it's about to fall off, my head is killing me, my stiches are torn, mom and dad are going to ground me for life when the sitter tells them how I treated her," Tru took a deep breath and continued, "and now, I'm traipsing through the dark to steal a very large animal all because the Dracula fanboy over here," Tru gestured to the boy sitting in the wagon, "needs a cow."

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"I'm sorry Tru," Tony spoke quietly and quickly, still refusing to meet his sister's eyes. "we should go at whatever speed you think is best, because you are always right and always know what is best and I am always wrong…and I am so very very sorry and will give you my allowance for a month and do all of your chores, please don't kill me."

"Well, because you said please." Tru answered, satisfied with his apology, and limped on towards the cow farm.

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Wellp, idk if it was worth the wait but hey, at least it something. So, I'm not sure if it's fair of me to ask you to review but I'd like you to. And just for fun here is a totally unrelated short I wrote for my creative writing class. The assignment was to write a short in 79 words exactly not counting the title. No more, no less. This is what I came up with.

Perfect Couples

Mister and Misses sit in silence as they sip their beverages at an outdoor cafe. Mister begins watching the other couples who are not what they appear. King and Queen Elder wear non-matching wedding bands. Lord and Lady Tech ignore each other for their phones. Count and Countess Briefcase argue, while Sir and Dame Hair ogle other people. Mister gives a horrified gasp as he realizes that Sir Hair has been ogling Misses, and Misses has been ogling back.