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"Bryn, are you listening?"

I dropped the piece of my ponytail I had been fiddling with to look up at my mother, who had an impatient expression on her face, "Sorry, what?"

She sighed, "I said there's money on the counter downstairs to order pizza, we shouldn't be out too late."

"Okay, thanks! Tell Wendy I said hi."

She smiled, "See you later, sweetie."

"Bye Mom, bye Dad!" I called down the stairs to my father who was rustling around the hallway, probably looking for the keys to the car."

"Bye Bryn!" He called back, I waited until I heard the sounds of the car starting and pulling out of the driveway before I flopped onto my stomach and sighed into the mattress.

The decision to stay at home for a few nights just in case that woman was still around the place had been mine, but it was at times like these where I wished I could go to the boardwalk. But it gave Paul and the others less to worry about, so I reached for my sketch pad and flipped open to a random page, deciding I could have a quiet night until my parents got homeew minutes later as I had just egan sketching a saxophone, it appeared someone needed me.

The knock came again as I stood at the top of the stairs, and my foot hesitated on the first step, who was that? It would be pretty stupid to answer it without knowing, it could be anyone.

"Who is it?" I called, craning my neck to hear an answer. But three deliberate knocks were all I got, so whoever it was had heard me but didn't want to identify themselves.

I bet it's someone totally harmless and I'm overreacting, it could be Nick. I shook my head and walked quickly down the stairs and to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it a fraction.

"Took you long enough."

I let out a breath of relief and glared, "You could have told me it was you."

Paul grinned where he leant on the door frame, "And pass up the opportunity to see Shorty getting scared? I don't think so."

I smirked, "It doesn't seem like something you'd let slide. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, just saw your parents leave and figured I'd keep you company, can I come in?" He asked.

I gestured for him to come inside before a thought struck me, "How'd you see my parents leave?"

He raised an eyebrow, "You didn't actually think that you staying at home meant you were completely safe, can't be too careful, you did see her around here."

I shuddered, "Don't remind me. So you've been watching my house?"

"Either me or Dwayne, and don't worry we don't look through your window or anything, just keep watch around the place for a while." He strutted down the hall into the kitchen with me following behind.

"You don't have to do that."

He waved me off, "It's no problem. Ooo, unattended money-" he said, reaching for the bills on the table.

"Pizza money! Hands off." I warned.

He held his hands up but sat down at the table, "Okay, I like pepperoni." He informed me, setting both legs up on the table with a cocky grin.

"Good for you, I like barbeque chicken."

He shrugged, "Guess I could go for some of that."

"Oh good." I said with mock relief, "I'll go ring in for one and it can get delivered." I added, grabbing the phone off the wall.

"Give it back!"

"But you just look so adorable!" He teased a while later, holding the kindergarten picture of me up to a height where I couldn't reach, I knew taking him into the living room after we finished eating was a mistake.

"Thank you now give me the damn picture back!" I demanded, most of the pictures weren't that bad, but he had found the picture of me with pigtails and a huge grin too be hilarious. Finally he gave it back and I set it back on the fireplace with the rest of the pictures of me from my school years and some birthdays.

"You should wear your hair in pigtails more often, it's a good look." He sniggered, I hit him on the arm.

"Shut up my mom loved them, I had them done like that every morning." I defended, remembering how much my mother loved brushing my hair in the mornings, hers barely skimmed her shoulders whilst mine reached halfway down my back, she'd always make sure it was neat and tidy before I could get out the door.

"They are cute." he assured me, I smiled before turning to him with a thought entering my head.

"Did you notice me here when I was younger? I mean, we only just opened the store but I've lived here all my life and you've probably been here for years when I was growing up, did you ever see me?"

He cocked his head to the side, "I don't think so, but that's not a bad thing. If one of us noticed you, there's a pretty good chance you're not gonna be around the next day."

I grimaced, "Oh."

"Yeah. Hey, how come you've never seen me before?" He asked.

I gave him a pointed look, "Come on, I'd have to live under a rock not to notice the biker gang at the boardwalk every night. But I never thought I'd ever talk to you guys."

"Strange how things work out, isn't it?"

"It is indeed, one minute you're some strange biker dude, the next you're an annoying stalker I can't shake off no matter how hard I try."

"You wish." He scoffed.

"I'm sorry, who was snooping around my house tonight?" I asked with mock curiosity.

"That is for your own safety." He argued.

I snorted, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, buddy. Speaking of which, I better get to bed soon and my parents will be home."

"So I guess that's my cue to hit the road?" He asked, walking backwards towards the door.

I nodded, "Yep."

"I think it's safe to say there'll be no more need to watch your house, you should be safe enough but I'll check back in later, just in case."

"Not necessary, but thank you." I smiled, opening the door for him.

"See ya." He waved, strolling out the door.

"Night, Paul."

"Night." He called, walking down the driveway. I shut the door, deciding a shower wouldn't be a bad idea before bed.

The warm water helped make me tired, I yawned as I brushed my hair in the bathroom after throwing some comfy sweatpants and a tank top on. I could get a decent night's sleep then go to the boardwalk tomorrow night now that the danger was gone.

I was rubbing my eyes as I walked into the bedroom, freezing as I closed the door behind me and lowered my hand, the blurriness from rubbing my eyes faded to reveal someone else in my room.

Her.

I couldn't scream , or think for that matter, all I could do was stand and stare.

"How did you get in here?"

"Window." She answered, gesturing behind her to the window and shrugging, "I can pick a lock pretty well, I didn't think you'd be keen on inviting me in."

I shook my head, "No, I wouldn't have. I thought you were gone."

"Just lying low, your friends were on the look-out for me so I had no choice but to stay hidden until I was sure I could see you. It wasn't easy, those two were never away from the house after you told them I was here, especially the dark haired one, I had a few close calls with him. He's careful." She remarked.

"Not enough, obviously."

She chuckled, "I don't blame him, I'm pretty good at staying under the radar, I've become a pro at it."

I shook my head, "Why are you here? Come back to kill me like you meant to the other night?"

Her face turned serious and she sighed, "No, I haven't, so you needn't worry about that. I want to talk, actually."

I swallowed, "About what?"

She looked around my room, her eyes taking in every detail, "How long have you been hanging around with those vampires?"

"A few weeks, not long."

"That's not too bad, not too late to cut yourself off." She said, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Why would I do that?"

Her eyes met mine, "Because you have to, if you want to stay safe."

"I am safe, as safe as I can be with a strange vampire in my room. Why wouldn't I be safe? They're not going to hurt me."

"They're not going to kill you." She corrected, "But they do have something in mind- turning you."

I folded my arms, "They won't, I don't want to be a vampire and they're cool with that. I just hang out with them."

She laughed bitterly, "They're not going to let a human walk around knowing what you know, it's insane. They have to either turn you, or kill you. And it's obvious killing you is out of the question, even if Blondie could be persuaded, that dark-haired one would never allow it."

"I know they wouldn't, either of them." I argued.

"Exactly, so they'll have to turn you."

"What makes you think they'll turn me? They don't have to, they know I will never tell anyone this, and even if I did, who would believe me? Paul trusts me and he won't force me to change just to keep this secret."

"It's not up to Paul, or any of the rest of them. They do as they're told, and they've been told to change you. And they have to obey."

"Obey who?"

Her eyes flashed orange for a fleeting second, "Max."

"Max?" I asked, the name meaning nothing before they widened and a laugh burst out, "Video store Max? Big tall guy that doesn't look like he'd hurt a fly?"

"He's the head vampire, their leader. They obey him at all costs, end of story."

I snorted, "You're insane, Max isn't a vampire, and those guys sure as hell wouldn't listen to him. They do whatever they want."

She shook her head, "They do what he wants, end of story."

"How exactly do you know this?"

She leant against the wall, "I've followed them every chance I got, I had a feeling her was the head vampire, I could smell his blood off you, he turned those other boys and they're sired to his through blood. I wasn't sure if he was still alive, but I am now."

"And that's a problem… Why?"

Her expression darkened, "Because if he turns you, your life is over. He'll have power over everything you say and do. Those boys maybe scream freedom and rebellion but in reality, they're more tied down than you can imagine. You change, you end up the exact same way. And I won't let that happen, not after everything."

"What's "everything"?"

Her gaze shifted to stare behind me, "Bottom line is, you need to stay away. It's for your own good."

"How would you know what's for my own good?" I demanded, getting suddenly annoyed by how entitled she felt to tell me what to do.

"I know quite a lot, a lot more than you, so I suggest you listen before it's too late." She said dangerously.

"And I suggest you leave before my parents get home, or before Paul comes back. I don't need some strange woman who tried to kill me suddenly trying to keep me safe, what I do with my life has nothing to do with y-"

"It has everything to do with me!" She shouted, I jumped at the ferocity in her voice.

"Why?!" I demanded.

"Because I didn't do everything I have just to watch you throw it away, Bryn!"

I blinked, "What did you do?"

"I ran away." She said, the fire leaving her eyes until they looked empty, "Eighteen years ago I left and I did my best to make sure this would never happen. But it has, eighteen years and he gets what he wants in the end."

"Who? Max?" She nodded, her eyes fixed on the floor, "What did he want?"

"You." She answered, meeting my eyes again, "He wanted you since you were born, and I left to make sure he didn't get you, that you wouldn't ever end up like this. I left everything I knew and in the end I even had to leave you to keep you safe, and it's all been for nothing."

She was saying these things but they made no sense, I had no recollection of this woman. My eyes ran over her features, none of them really stirring up a memory. But she knew me, how?

"Who are you?" I asked quietly.

It felt like forever until she answered, her voice almost as quiet as mine, "I'm your mother, Bryn."