Allo, my good readers! Please keep in mind that people from New Jersey DO NOT have this accent!!!! AT ALL! xD  (I'm from NJ.)

~~~~JUST VAIT, THIS VILL ALL MAKE SENSE, MY VRANDS~~~~~

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                  I was hurting everywhere.

                  "Fudge," I whispered painfully under my breath, yanking my combat boot out of a snake-like vine that had dug its teeth into the expensive leather of my boot, and, at the same time, plucking a thick thorn out of my arm. Who's bright idea was it to plant a thorn bush below my bedroom window, anyways? My parents both knew I loved to dolphin dive off of high places.

                  I turned my head upwards and stared up at my bedroom window, then lowered my gaze to the ground, measuring the jump I had landed.

                  Alright, so I was definitely not human. Then what the hell was I? I wasn't sure if I was a hunter anymore, my parents were still under investigation for that one. So far, they were nothing short of embarrassing, psychotic parents that just liked to sell vacuums to guests, strangle them, and throw boxes of condoms at them.

                  Limping significantly, I crept along our lawn to the sidewalk, looked left and right down the road, and stuck my thumb up in the air.

                  "Taxi?!" I yelled into the open air, pulling another thorn out of my body.

                  Girl, quit embarrassing me! It's ten at night and you're dressed as a dark prostitute. Why the hell are you hitch hiking when you can just borrow your dad's car? We don't even need the keys! Remember those car hijacking lessons we took with that hot guy from Australia?

                  "Colin? That was like, two years ago, Conscious. I'm so past hijacking cars for fun, after I accidently jacked a clown car, and spent the whole car ride riding with a bunch of fat clowns staring at me in the back. Talk about creepy. Plus, Colin was way too obsessed with himself to be attractive to me."  I started imagining the Aussie's long blonde hair and tattooed body. The way he would randomly pull out a mall mirror from his pocket in the middle of our hijacking class and check himself out.

                  "Ugh," I said, with my thumb still out. "There's only one thing to do I guess."

                  I took out my phone and found Gary's number. Moving my fingers rapidly along the screen of my iPhone, I texted him, S.O.S.!

                  Watching one of my neighbors across the street, who by the way, never even brought my family a fruit cake like the rest of the neighborhood -- leave their home, made me dive into the nearest bush to hide myself.

                  My phone buzzed in my hand. What? Who is this?

                  I frowned. Hadn't Gary, Ronny and I exchanged numbers? Why didn't you add me 2 your contacts?! Am I not important enough u??? Do I not compliment u enough??? Am I not pretty enough? I quickly realized how clingy that sounded and sent another text. Lol, got you. Jk.......

                  It took a few minutes for him to respond. Who the F is this?

                  Me: I'm not telling u. I gave you my # and u never added me 2 ur contacts. Ur on my shit list now.

                  Him: Tell me who you are. Now.

                  Me: Why are u getting so angry? I'm just texting u...

                  Him: Tell me who you are or I'll find out, and you'll regret playing with me. I'll track down your number.

                  I was a little taken aback from that. Gary was Satan worshipping and all in person, but he was never this...aggressive. Did I have the wrong number? It's Pepper.

                  This time, he replied very quickly. Who gave you my number?

                  Me: Ronny did. This is Gary, right?

                  Him: Maybe...

                  Me: I have to ask you something, but I know you're going to say no, and I couldn't trust Ronny not having a fit. I want to go to that club you were talking about. Crave. And scope out the exits and stuff so that I can check it out maybe tomorrow or something when you think Smiley will be there, but I need a ride, and if I take wither of my parent's cars.... they'll notice.

                  Him: No.

                  Me: No? I sent you that detailed message and you reply "no"? What the hell kind of friend are you? I need your help!

                  Him: I said no, I meant no. I'm not a girl, I don't  want to text you 24/7 now that you have my number. The only reason I've hung out with you a few times is because if I don't, Ronny will tell my dad I'm trying to hang myself in my bathroom. He thinks I'm not social enough, and my parents are convinced that I'm suicidal.

                  Me: Sure. Stop being a jerk and pick me up.

                  Him: No. If I drive you, I'll be forced to go in with you. Crave is obviously a dangerous place for humans.

                  Me: Hate to break it to you, but if I've survived thus far at Mortimir, It's pretty obvious I'm not human.

                  Him: Are you saying you think you're a hunter? Wow, now I really feel safe driving you places.

                  Me: I'm saying that so far I can defend myself. I'm sitting on the side of the road right now by my house , I could be killed for all you know and you're excuse for not picking me up when you live a minute away will be...?

                  Gary didn't respond, but discreetly pulled up a little before my house a few minutes later in a big white van. He leaned over the driver seat and pushed open the passenger door, not looking too happy to see me. Well, not that he ever looked happy...

                  "Sorry, sir! I don't know where your big hairy "puppy" is," I said, then suppressed my laughter with the back of my hand at the dull expression he gave me. "Are you serious with this thing?" I asked.

                  "It's my dad's landscaping truck. It's the only car I could take without Ronny noticing. Just get in," he said dryly, then added with a small twitch of a smile, "little girl."

                  ***

                  "We've been driving for a long time," I commented, looking out the passenger window of his van into the dark world beyond. "Are you picking a place to burry my body?"

                  "It's about fifteen minutes away," he said, continuing to lean on his window and drive with one hand. Periodically, my eyes lingered to the definition of muscle in his right arm as he made a turn, or creepily scanned over his face to see if he would ask me to stop staring at him. He never did.

                  "You're not really good company alone in the car. But you're not shy, either. Why is that?" I turned towards him, squinting in the darkness and then turning the lights on in the car. For a moment, I thought I was finally going to see him without makeup on, but I was wrong. His hair was styled over portions of his face. Skinny jeans hugged his long legs that weren't exactly  skinny, but weren't bulky either. He even smelled like his usual clean scent, like he hadn't even changed into something more comfortable when he got home.

                  "I don't know."

                  "And you're very dismissive," I said, turning in  my seat as far as my seatbelt would let me and staring at him. Gary still had that blank expression of his. "Why is that?" I pressed. When he didn't answer, I then asked, "Are you gay?"

                  "Pepper, no. I'm not gay." Gary briefly closed his eyes at a red light. "You're irritating me immensely. You have a phone, can't you play a game or something?"

                  "I suppose." I took out my phone and started to play a game on loud until Gary's hand clenched against the wheel so tightly, that under the moonlight they looked white. "Woo hoo! Level 2! Only 1,258 levels to goooo!"

                  "Fine, talk to me," he growled, "just please stop playing that annoying game!"

                  I pocketed my phone, smiling victoriously. "Have you had a girlfriend before?"

                  "Yes."

                  "Was she hot?"

                  "What kind of question is that?" He turned his head towards me, momentarily glaring, when his eyes dropped to my corset and he almost swerved off of the road. "And what are you wearing?"

                  "Clothes."

                  "You look like a gothic hooker."

                  "Well, then convenient for you. I'm your gothic hooker for tonight. And my fake name is Sandy Lemons."

                  "What's my name?"

                  "Tony. Just Tony.

                  He gave me a long look, somehow keeping the car straight on the road. "Tony?"

                  "We're from New Joisey," I said in my best New Jersey accent.

                  "What did you call me?"

                  "Joisey! New Jersey! We can't just go into this place as ourselves." I threw my hands up. "Fogedda-bout-it, Tony! You try!"

                  "Fo--fo get it." He waved me off. "I'm not doing this."

                  I slapped my hands down onto my legs and then pinched the bridge of my nose. "What. The. Heck. Was. That? You sounded like a constipated grandma. Try a French accent, maybe you can be my rich, gothic French man."

                  He thought about that for a moment."Bon qui qui--!"

                  I threw my hand over his mouth. "Don't speak. Just don't speak. I'll handle this, ok?" He licked the hand that was over my mouth with his pierced tongue. "Ew! Vampy germs!" Quickly removed my hand from his mouth and wiped it on my leggings.

                  "I hate acting anyways." He looked frustrated for a moment, and then flashed me that dull expression of his. "Just wondering, are you going to manhandle my junk again, Sandy? I'm still scarred from the last time. Keep your hands completely away from my junk."

                  "Do you want me to just cut my hands off?"

                  "Gluing them into your pockets would be much better."

                  "Fine, Pepper won't be touching any of that. Sandy, on the other hand, is a gothic hooker, so I can't make any promises that she won't touch your gothic junk, especially if it gets her inside the club. You know how Jersey hookers are."

                  "No, I really don't, and hopefully neither do you. If you, or Sandy, the gothic hooker, are planning on touching my junk, Tony is about to push open your passenger door, slow down to thirty miles per hour, and tell you to tuck and roll out into that forest over there."

                  I gave him a side eyed look. "Someone deserves a spankin' from Sandy."

                  Clearly in one of his moods, Gary leaned against his window with a growl, putting a significant amount of space between us once again, and was silent for the rest of the car ride.

                  Gary turned into a parking lot and chose an empty spot all the way in the back by no other cars, shifted uncomfortably for a moment, and then after battling with his emotions, he gripped the steering wheel tightly and shifted his eyes towards the dark building about one-hundred feet away from us, that had a large, blood-red neon sign that read in big letters "Crave".

                  I leaned my arm against the door, mimicking his position and sighing loudly. There had to be a reason he was making us wait, right?

                  I thought back to the interview I read on the school website, how the President of the newspaper had interviewed someone that was after people at a vampire party that had killed him. Whoever him was, they must have been very important to them if they were slaughtering people all over the place.

                   I shifted my hands in my lap, growing agitated. Why wasn't Gary making any move to leave the car first, and why wasn't he keeping his eyes off of the club? "Well, I'm going to go in with or without you," I said finally, but when I reached for my door, it locked.

                  I turned to Gary, my heart skipping a beat for a moment. In his right hand was now a mask with a huge smile on it, that made me press myself against my door. "Gary?" I eyed the mask with horror. "Gary.... No..."

                  OH MY GAWD. HE'S FREAKING SMILEY! SMILE! SMILE AND FREAKING PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE A MILLION TIMES! HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU!

                  "I don't want to hurt you, Pepper," Gary whispered. "And I don't want anyone to hurt you. But I'm afraid that the more you're with me, the more you're in danger." He placed the mask in my lap. "The reason why I have this is because I saw it on my pillow when Ronny and I went home. I haven't told anyone but you."

                  My eyes were still on him in horror. "You're kidding."

                  "I don't know what to think of it, either," he said, "and I know how this looks..."

                  "It looks pretty damn bad, Gary."

                  "I'm not Smiley, I know you think I am. I heard what you said to Ronny. I know how everything looks, but I have nothing against that chick Ginger. You have to believe me. I didn't even give a shit about her--I mean--damnit that sounded really bad, you know what I mean!" He took the mask away from me and put it in the back of the van. "After tonight, I think you should just keep your distance from me. Just in case. I don't want you or Ronny to get hurt."

                  I watched him for the longest time. "Why, because you think Smiley's going to kill you or something?"

                  "Why else would he put that mask in my room?"

                  "Does it really matter?" I countered, unbuckling my seatbelt. "I'm not just going to ignore you because you're worried you'll drag me into some impossible conclusion you've had. This guy is obviously messing with you. And if he hasn't killed you already, then--"

                  "I shouldn't have told you--"

                  "I'm not letting you get killed by this psycho!" I shouted, then, "I'm going to find him! Stop acting like this stupid mask turning up on your pillow is a suddenly death sentence for you, it's not!"

                  "What if it is? And what if Ronny is Smiley?"

                  We were both quiet for a long time.

                  "Really, think about what we're about to enter, Pepper. You coming here today, and then tomorrow. The danger you're about to put yourself in," Gary murmured, his eyes watching a man and a woman enter the club, the girl wobbling as if she had already been drinking. "Besides the obvious risk of Smiley killing you, some vampires that'll be in that club go overboard with their feeding. One could take a liking of you and then compel you into doing things you'll regret, especially since you're a human-- and even if you're a hunter."

                  "I told, I can defend myself."

                  "Against another human," he quickly added.

                  "I've defended myself against the Trinidad's. I would have defended myself at the mall too, if Ronny hadn't--"

                  Gary whipped his head towards me. "What do you mean you've defended yourself against the Trinidad's? Again? Recently?"

                  "Well, you see...Hunter Trinidad still wants to kill me. Long story short, he wants my head on a platter because he has this thing against hunters." I locked eyes with Gary. "I know, right? Hunter hating hunters? The irony makes me giggle."

                  "He's shared blood with you," was all Gary said. "Now it makes sense."

                  "What?" I looked down at my wrist, where Hunter had accidently sliced me. "What does this mean?"

                  "It means he's marked you." Gary was lost in thought. "Humans have to sign a waiver before entering unless they're marked. The waiver states that the club is not accountable for any deaths due to feeding. It's a new law. Nevertheless, there are still deaths in the parking lot that horny people cover up. Sick, really."

                   "How do you know all of this?"

                  "Because even though I'm a hemophobic, I still don't like drinking out of the bag. I've come here before when I wanted to feed, it's a pretty high end place, but still...dangerous." Gary turned the car off and we sat there in silence and darkness for a while.

                  "Are we going in or are we just going to sit here awkwardly until I start talking questioning you about your sexuality again? Let's go."

                  "Stay in your seat." Gary opened his door and came around to my side, opening the door for me.

                  "Sandy likes a gentleman," I purred throatily, taking his hand and letting him help me down. Gary's skin was surprisingly warm. I tried to move around him once I was out of the car, but his chest was literally in my face, blocking me like a big gothic wall.

                   I moved to the side and Gary gripped my arms, an odd sensation spreading through my body as he did so, that made my legs stiffen in their spot. "Gary, do I have to flip you over onto your ass? Get out of my--"

                  "Promise me you won't let anyone bite you in there," he said, gripping my arms even harder. My voice lodged in my throat as I watched Gary's black eyes melted into a bright silver. Astonished, I fell slightly against the car as he came closer to me, his long fingers softly brushing against the edge of my jaw, piercings reflecting the moonlight, and eyes so overwhelmingly enticing that I lost myself in them. "Promise me."

                  "No offense, I wouldn't let any of you leeches bite me. Plus, do you have any idea how many lotions Ronny reminds me to put on every night? Ain't nobody biting through all the layers, anyways!"

                  Gary's relaxed a little. "Good."

                  "Ok, now let's go, vampy." I gave him a once over from the toes up, stopping at his long black hair. "Wait, I need to fix your hair," I said, and slobbered all over my hand, brushing back all of his thick hair from his face until he looked like a greaser.

                  Gary looked like he was going to bite my head off. Unexpectedly, he grabbed my corset by the chest and lowered it until my boobs practically popped out.

                  "Gary!" I half-screamed, yanking my corset up higher, then corrected myself with, "Tony!"

                  "I knew you had boobs." Gary's eyes lit up happily with revenge, but his face remained blank. "If I'm going to be doing this, Sandy, you're going to have to give me something to look at when I lie or else it'll be obvious."

                  "Pervert." I punched hard in the arm, making his lips twitch up in a smile. "Hmph! Italian boys give me such mixed signals!" I sashayed in front of him, putting on my acting skills on as we approached the club. When we came to the entrance, there were thankfully only a few people in front of us.

                  "False identification?" the guy in front of the bouncer said, that looked about fifteen. "Nonsense! I'll have you know I--"

                  The buncer practically barked at the kid, giving him a terrifying look that had the poor little guy running all the way to his motorized scooter.

                  "I knew I forgot something!" I whispered to Gary. "I didn't bring my license! This guy will eat us alive!"

                  "Are you freaking kidding me? You didn't even bring a fake ID for yourself?" He shook his head at me once, and started to pull me out of line, when I hauled him back towards me, making him knock into me until we fell against the wall.

                  "Play along, Tony," I said with a sudden idea, keeping Gary against the wall with me. Seeing that we had already gotten bouncer's attention, I started to make a scene. "TONY, yew shmuck!" I moved my hands around wildly like all Italians did. "Don't bee-a bad Tony in publeck!" I shrieked in my Jersey accent, giggling and grabbing at Gary's studded belt to bring him closer to me. Gary started to catch onto what I was doing and practically ground against me.

                  "What-da-fuk-issup-witch-yew!" Gary said in a surprisingly better accent than in the car. "I wanna have fun, babe!"

                  "Yew in da back wit da mask and the greasa!" Bouncer yelled at us conveniently in a thick New York, possibly Northern New Jersey accent. "Who-da-hell doo-ya think ya are? No gropin' in da pakin' lot!"

                  "This'll be easy," I whispered to Gary, then turned towards the bouncer. "Who-da-hell do yew think ya are, scr*w-ball?" I hit Gary in the chest with my thumb from behind me, making him growl a little. "My babe Tony will knock ya teeth outta yew mouth!"

                  The Bouncer started towards us. "Excuse me?" Bouncer drawled. Gary pushed me behind him as the beefy 6'8" monster stood in front of us. "Keep yew toots in line!"

                  "Oh-ma-gawsh!" I screamed, briefly reading the bouncer's identification card around his neck, throwing my hands in the air and hugging the bouncer. "Tony, it's Paolo! Paolo! I barely recognized yew from da photos, honey!" I kissed the Bouncer's cheeks as he stared down at me in confusion. "Tony! Aren't ya going to kiss Muh-ree-uh's frand? Ya know, Muh-ree-uh?"

                  Gary gave me a long, deadly look before smiling wildly at the Bouncer. "Ma bruddah!" he shouted, slapping his hands against the Bouncer's cheeks and kissing the air around them. In the process, he "accidently" slammed his foot into my boot.

                  The bouncer broke into a smile. "Yew two are Muh-ree-uh's friend, huh?"

                  "Of course we ah! She tawked bout' the club where ya werked in just da other day!" I said, making wild hand gestures. Then I tapped his shoulder and leaned closely, smacking my imaginary gum. "She says ta me, she says ta me, 'Sandy! Sandy, ma sistah! My gud frand Paolo werks at Crave! And lemme-tell-ya bout Paolo, he's da best guy! Yew should go der sometime!'"

                  "WUDDAH GUY!" Gary yelled at the top of his lungs to the line behind us, throwing his hands up as well.

                  "So I says to her, I says, ' Muh-ree-uh, dahling! Ya should meiry da guy!"                    

                  "Ma gurl couldn't-ah said it bettah! Puttah ring on it alread-ay, ma bruddah!' Gary shouted with a single punch to the air.

                  Paolo clasped Gary on the shoulder, his laughter booming off the walls. "I'm tryin', brudduh! I'm tryin'! She's sucha tease. Wuddah girl, dat one! Wuddah girl! I like ya guys, I really do! Ya crack me up!" Paolo then walked us up the entrance of the club with his arms draped over our shoulders, ignoring the other people in line completely. When we got to the entrance, my eyes grazed along two large red C shaped handles on the doors, which were, on cue, pushed open by a bunch of burly men in suitswearing sunglasses. And not just any burly men in suits and sunglasses, the ones at Mortimire that had taken Grace away that one day when she had blurted out that I was the only human in the school.

                  "Hey, boiz! Check outa wuddah got fo ya!" Paolo yelled. "It's Muh-ree-uh's frands! Tony and his babe, Sandy!"

                  "Get-outta-here! I love Muh-ree-uh!" one of them said, coming up to me and literally lifting Gary and I off the ground to kiss us both on the cheek.

                  "Whoa! Whatta babe!" another one of them said that was blond and admiring me from afar. "Lovin' da mask, hon!"

                  "AY!" Gary barked, at the gawker, "What-cha-do-in looking at my gal? She ain't fo sale! Get ya eyes up away from ha!"

                  I almost burst out laughing. "Ya! Watcha lookin' ahht?" I demanded.

                  "Easy, easy!" the blond haired grease ball said, his hands up in front of him, "she's all yew's, bruddah!"

                  "I outta knock ya teeth out fo even thinkin' bout ha--"

                  I smacked my imaginary gum, reeling Gary back and smacking him hard on the butt. "Easah, Tony! Easah! Ya sucha shmuck!" I glared to the suited men, crossing my arms over my chest. "So, which one-ah ya goof balls gonna show a gal and her man around here?"

                   The gawker started to open his mouth to say something when suddenly, someone pushed back the suited men wearing a white dress shirt that was open wide at the neck. His hair was stark white, a color that was all too familiar to me. Grace, I noticed, was even huddled behind him, as she was the day we first met and numerous times when I had seen them together. She always seemed so...afraid of him.

                  "I vill show you both around," the white-haired vampire said with a thick accent that hilariously reminded me of Dracula. "Leave us, my bodyguards," he told the suited men, who all immediately scrammed in all directions, bowing quickly at him. He walked in an odd, quiet way towards me, that unnerved me, as if he was used to not making a sound, and although he was much smaller than Gary, he appeared powerful and regal. White Hair then took my hand and kissed it, a wide smile lining his sharp, pale features. "Allo, Pepper Ballard, bold human girl at Mortimire."

                  Thunder pounding my ears, startling me. I realized White Hair had been speaking and cupped my hand over my ear. "What?"

                  He started to speak again, when thunder pounded my ears again from an unknown source.

                  "WHAT?" I shouted over the thunderous noise.

                  "I SAID: VE VINALLY MEET VACE TO VACE!" he screamed, right as the thunder had ceased. Wincing, White Hair stuck a finger in his ear and flicked an imaginary substance away from himself."Sorry, ve are testing our new speakers out here, I suppose that was a random thunder sound test. I am Vladimir the XCVIII, and as the 98th generation of Vladimir's in my vamily, I must deeply apologize on behalf of my vuture bride. You, unvortunately, have already met my Grace on two dishonorable days. She will be much more nicer to you now, I promise. My vamily and I are very respectful to the humans that ve veed from, and she vill be as vell."

                  "Hello," she said on cue. Grace smiled briefly at me and Gary, before quickly bringing her eyes to the ground as Vladimir looked at her over his shoulder. "I apologize, Sire. I will not talk anymore," she quickly stuttered.

                  Vladimir turned back around and gently took my hand again, our eyes locking once more.

                  Gary made a hissing noise at my side.

                  Vladimir whipped his head quickly towards Gary. As he did, I noticed there was a thin scar that slashed from the corner of his lip, and slightly curved upward all the way to his ear.

                  It was hard not to stare at it up close.

                  Gary and him shared a brief, silent conversation that ended in Vladimir smiling again. I noticed in the corner of my eye that Gary was more unhappy than usual. In fact, his hands had balled up into fists.

                  "I'm not feeling too good, I'll be in the van," Gary finally said, not sparing me a look or bothering with his accent.

                  "Shame," Vladimir replied a bit sarcastically, with a tilt of his head. "Vhat can I say to make you stay, my vriend?"

                  "Are you guys going to bite at each other's throats or something?" I asked, taking my hand out of Vladimir's. "Because this hissing at each other like a bunch of hormonal girls getting on my nerves. And your accent, Vlad! Seriously, Dracula? Buy a freaking Rosette Stone CD or something, and learn how to drop the V's!"

                  Neither of their gazes wavered.

                  "Pepper, we're leaving," Gary growled in my ear, taking the same hand Vladimir did.

                  Now I was yanking away from Gary, giving him Pepper Ballard's famous "WTF" look. How was I supposed to scope out any exits, or get an idea of where Smiley would be, and how to maneuver around the club tomorrow night, if Gary was trying to get me to leave? Did he honestly think white-out behind me really scaring me? Why did it seem like I was in the middle of a pissing game?

                  "I want to go in the club, Gary," I told him with a wide-eyed look, implying he should do the same.

                  Gary was too busy glaring at Vladimir. By the time he looked in my direction, it was clear he wanted me to chose sides for whatever bizarre reason. To think I was starting to believe Gary was my friend, and he was honestly leaving me to sit in the car?

                  "Well, keep my seat warm, Goth Boy," I spat out bitterly, taking Vladimir's cool hand and letting him guide me into the club.                                                                                                                      

                  When I realized how cruel I had been to Gary, I looked over my shoulder one final time before I went inside.

                  His van was no longer in the parking lot.

                  Paolo came around the corner where he had been checking ID's and smiled at me. He then followed where my eyes lingered over Gary's empty parking space, frowning. "Wadda jork! Only a jork would leave a human here alone, toots. I'll keep an eye on ya in there."                                                                  

                  Thanks, but I think I was the "jork" this time," I whispered, then met Vladimir at the entrance of the club.

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