Sitting before the lapping waves of the ocean in a house she had bought long before, Dasia looked out onto the beautiful sunrise with a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. In truth the whole reason she had bought the small beach cottage was to use it for writing but during the past decade she had seemed to lose her inspiration to write. After deciding to take a long break, she finally came back to the house and since she had hired someone to keep it clean and up to date it was just like walking into her familiar home.

As she rested her eyes she laid back on the teal deck chair that had been repainted more times that she could count. Just feeling the first rays of the morning sun kiss her alabaster skin, which yes she has already applied sunscreen to, was a simple pleasure she had been missing for a long time.

"Welcome back, I heard you were back in town and I gotta say it's good to see you here." a familiar male voice called to her from the top step of her stairs that led from her deck to the sandy beach below.

Opening her eyes she was greeted by the familiar face of her old friend Chris, he was here when she bought the place and they became fast friends.

"A decade is a long time to be away from such a view, how have things been since I was gone?" she grinned as she sat up and he took a seat on the twin of the teal chair she rested upon.

"You know the stories, until another gathering we are forced to go to, we just go about as if we are normal. Sometimes I wish we could be normal again, living this long can feel like agony and you know that just as well as I do." Chris shrugs as he looks at her.

"I couldn't agree more, more supernatural forces at work I've heard. Werewolves in London and apparently vampires here. You know before my first death, I would have thought this was all really strange, now it's just something I have to go with." Dasia said as she scooted up to the edge of her seat. "Any new reports?"

"We had an alliance here sort of, it was with the main vampire but he died back in the 80's as did his four prodigies." Chris says as he stands up. "Been keeping an eye on the ones who did it but they all seem normal. All except the girl but she wasn't interesting enough to keep tabs on apparently. However, apparently they found enough to possibly bring back the four. So they say, but you know lores just as well as I do."

Anything to make a story to make money, that was the world she felt they lived in now. Chris stood and went to the edge of her deck and she followed him.

"Adrian in one his way as well, if those four do happen to come back we'll have to teach them how to glamor just to make sure they don't lose their food supply to death." Chris groaned not really wanting to help the vampires.

"Then that's what we do, if only we were getting paid for it." Dasia laughed as she walked down the stairs to the beach.

"We all have more than enough money, hell I own most of this town. Still doesn't make me happy, last time I was happy, I was still mortal." Chris said as he followed right beside her.

Chris had been happy, back in the 15th century, when he was married to a wonderful woman named Katheren but the plague took her from him and just when he had lost all hope, his farm had been raided and he had been killed, he woke up in a shallow grave less than a day later, his first death. His wife was placed in an unmarked grave as well, she he made one for her at the local cemetery just to have a place to mourn her.

"Make the best of what we have, that's all we can do." Dasia shrugged.

Making their way to the boardwalk that had just been recently renovated, they saw all the small shops were beginning to open and start their day. There were a few souvenir shops, a flower shop, ice cream parlor and even an arcade. Near the edge was an older shop that looked like it hadn't been taken care of in the renovation.

"Comic shop, family owned. They were part of the team that killed the vampires. They insisted on leaving it the way it was, so we did." Chris informed her as they stopped at a food stand near the shop.

"Stubbornness never helped anyone, did it?" Dasia shrugged as Chris ordered for them.

"They're beyond that, our agency had to pay them off about our kind and that was quite the amount, still they liked us being here and even used their own money to fix up some other local places around town."

Taking a bite of her breakfast burrito, she looked around and it looked like a nice, family friendly place. That was something she knew Chris was good at, making things safe for kids and their families.

"Wait till it gets later though, I still have some troubles with local teens and surfers who think they know everything. Not too much for us to handle but they can still be a pain.I have to go to a meeting but meet me here at noon and I'll buy lunch too."

With that Chris took his regular black coffee and started walking away. Taking in the ocean air, she walked back to the old comic book shop just curious about what was inside. Hearing the metal doors rising, that was their form of security she supposed, she took a few steps back until she saw two grown men staring at her.

"Who the hell are you?" the one with a red bandana around his head spoke up.

"What a nice greeting, I'm Dasia Stephens, a friend of Chris Barlett. Just moved back and looking around, I don't mean any harm." she explained as she turned to walk away from him.

"Wait! You were here a while back weren't you? Bought the cottage on the beach?" the other man questioned her as he rushed up ahead of her and stopped her.

"You have an excellent memory. Yes, that would be me. Before you ask, "Yes I am like Chris as well, not as old though." Dasia smiled friendly to the man.

Hearing a scoff from behind her, she turned back to the man with a bandana on his head. He was clearly looking at her and assessing her, no doubt thinking she might be an enemy. He crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm not here for anything but a rest. Scoff all you want but none of my kind had a choice of becoming what we are. I would have preferred to stay dead the first time. Have a good day sirs." she said as she began to walk away from them.

"Damn it Edgar, she didn't do anything and she may have had an interesting story." his brother called out to him, annoyed.

"That's what they all say, they all have a story." he scoffs again.

"Every human has a story asshole!" Dasia called out as she flipped him off and continued walking.

It was noon and Dasia was sitting on the wooden railing of the boardwalk just enjoying the warm rays of the sun on her skin. Sensing someone beside her she cracked one of her closed eyes open and saw red bandana was looking right at her, leaning against his arm as if waiting for her to jump.

"I don't turn into a mermaid if that is what you are expecting." she joked as she closed her eyes again.

"Nah, not a mermaid. Got any powers or anything?" he questioned and she opened her eyes and sighed before turning to look at him unimpressed.

"Immortals very rarely have powers, if we do we keep them hidden for our own use, never anyone else's." she explains as she turns her whole body his way.

"I'm Edgar Frog and the other guy is my brother Alan. We don't trust people and your friend has done a lot here but we still stay cautious." Edgar explains to her.

"Edgar, immortals don't fight morals, only one another and only if challenged. You have nothing to worry about from us." Dasia said as she jumped down. "We just live like normal mortals."

"Ever ran into a vampire or anything else supernatural?" he asked just curious to know if she had experienced anything like that.

"Yes, not every fairytale is fake. I know about all of them, doesn't mean I associate with them though." Dasia replies as Chris walks up to the two of them.

"Edgar, good to see you again." Chris greets as he hands Dasia a burger and a drink.

"You too Chris, was just getting to know your friend here." Edgar says, tilting his head towards Dasia.

"Questioning her already, I figured as much. All of us are used to that, ask whatever you want. However it will have to be later, she and I have to meet up with an old friend. Have a good day Edger." Chris says, turning to walk away.

"Nice to meet you Edgar, perhaps next time you won't be so cautious around me." Dasia smiled as she turned to walk away.

"You too Miss Dasia, nice to have a fresh new face." Edgar said as he took off in the opposite direction.

Adrian was full on playboy, he liked to be fast with anything, including women. One of the many reasons Dasia was not his biggest fan and she preferred to stay as far away from him as possible, Chris knew this and made sure they lived far apart, even on the beach.

Chris went to greet Adrian just when the sun had set, he only told Edgar about a meeting to get Dasia away from him. Now Dasia stood before a few shops and watched as a few bands were making their way to what looked like a staging area. Apparently there was going to be a free show or something. It was dark and she took her jean jacket that had been wrapped around her waist all day and put it on, she felt warmer and safer with it that way. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she took it out to read the text message.

'Cave, near the ocean. Old vampire hang out if you want to check it out.'

It was a text from Chris, of course he knew she would want to explore. Grinning, she replied with a winking face and took off toward the only place on the beach she thought a cave could be.

Getting what looked like to be the entrance of a cave she could hear what she assumed were teenagers partying, sounds like the old hangout for the vampires was now the new hang out for the next generation. It was late so she was about to head back when she heard a blood curdling scream come from inside the cave.