Author's Note: I'm running out of ideas for this story… so I think I'ma take a break after this chapter "/ Not a long one; I'll try to get back to it as soon as possible. I've just been suffering some major writer's block.

Steve strolled into the McDonald's casually and walked up to the counter by the cash register. He looked up at the menu on the wall and then down at the cashier's face. He gave a slight nod of approval at her appearance before placing his order. "I'll have a number two, five, and nine."

The cashier, who was a girl that looked to be about seventeen, punched in his order without bothering to look up at him. A small smile played on her lips as she joked, "Feeding a crowd, huh?"

"Nah, just a fat man." His mouth mimicked the actions of hers as he let out a soft laugh at his own joke. With his lean body and subtly sculpted muscles, the statement couldn't be any less true.

She got all of the orders onto a tray and pushed it over to him, looking at his face for the first time. A familiar smutty look appeared on her face, and Steve smiled at her, liking where this was going. However, after a few seconds her face morphed into the even more familiar expression of fear.

Steve couldn't help but frown at her change of heart. He liked when girls wanted him, not when they were terrified at the sight of him. He didn't like to shake people to their core unless he was actually planning on killing them. He consciously wiped his mouth with his sleeve; maybe there had been blood on it, and that's what she was freaking out about. After a moment of watching her stand frozen he inquired, "My food…?"

"R-right!" she fumbled to push the tray closer to him and wound up practically throwing it into his arms. "H-have a n-nice day," she stuttered warily. He gave her a skeptical glance and walked away with his meal.

The moment his teeth sunk into a burger, the encounter left his mind. He had always loved food, and could eat truckloads even before he was changed. He had just finished his last combo meal when he felt cool metal being pressed against his wrists. He turned his head angrily to see what the hell was going on, but his head was quickly shoved back down. His cheek pressed against the table. He was pinned.

"Steven Leonard, you have the right to remain silent…"

Author's Note: So, this was a mad short chapter. Sorry about that. I figure I'm going to start doing one scene per chapter, which will allow for more frequent updates when I get back on my feet. Cool? Cool.

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