When I Don't Know (Chpt 1)

Samatha Godwitch of the goldest blond hair was lying on her bed, cell phone so close to her face it could have been super glued. She was a girly-girl, prone to jump and run screaming if ever spotting a bug, known to primp all day long, and fail in school. She was one of the girls you would call a 'dumb blond,' Samatha was in used to being called a ditz, an airhead, and various other not-so-nice names. She didn't care, she thought the entire world loved her. 1

"Aggy! I just don't know what to wear to the Halloween party! I simply can't look like five other girls! Major fashion crisis! Help!" Agatha Monroe sighed on the other end of the phone, slamming shut her Chemistry book with a dramic look of sorrow. Samatha and Agatha where a weird pair, best friends since 7th grade they couldn't be more different. While Samatha was a drama queen with loads of blue eye shadow, Aggy had a pair of fine wire-rimmed green glasses perched on her nose, blue overalls on, and couldn't care less for fashion and parties. 2

"Look Sammy, I don't know, I hate these drab social events, I simply cannot see how you derive any pleasure from such immature gatherings and festivities. I wouldn't know what to wear, on account that I don't know what the other 99 percent of the school population is wearing, whether you like it or not, you are going to look exactly the same as at least two girls there. Take it or leave it." Aggy curled herself up on her green couch, her laptop Marvin buzzing. 3

"But Aggy!" A whining shrill note crept into Samatha's voice. Agatha rolled her eyes endearingly. 4

"Well, I know for sure one thing no one else will be wearing...." Agatha's voice had a teasing note in it. 5

"Really! What? I simply have to know Aggy!" She was begging. 6

"You could go in your birth suit!" Agatha burst into laughter. 7

"My birth suit? Oh! What a great idea Aggy! I'll have to ask Mummy where she put it though, and we'll have to get it adjusted, because you know, if I was wearing it when I was born it would be pretty small..." Samatha was brainstorming; Aggy came up with the greatest ideas! This would be wonderful! However, she couldn't remember about her mother ever telling her that she had a birthday suit! But after all...she was an exceptional child.....8

On the other end of the phone Agatha's mouth hung open in shock, hand at the hinges. She knew that sometimes Sammy wasn't the brightest, but was she actually that stupid?9

"Sammy! Wait! You can't actually be serious! Your birth suit...You would have to go naked! You where born...naked!" Aggy's voice was shrill, as if making her voice higher and higher could cut through the cloud of dumbness that hung above Samatha. 10

Meanwhile, Samatha was as if struck dead. "But Aggy you said! You said I had a birth suit, and that I would be the only one wearing it! You said, you said, you said!" She burst into tears, and for the thousandth time Agatha wondered why she was even friends with Samatha. 11

"Oh stop it Sammy! I'll come over, we'll think of something, now stop your bawling." Agatha soothed in her own way, grumbling and muttering into the phone. 12

"Well...There is one thing that would make me feel better...." Samatha sniffed. Agatha sighed again, no matter what she said she really did love Sammy, it was like having a sister. 13

"Okay Sammy, fine, what is it?" A not so sly look came upon Sammy's face; if Agatha had been standing there she wouldn't have agreed to what she did. 14

"Promise." 15

"Promise what Sammy?" 16

"Just promise that you'll promise to do whatever I ask you to. Just this once Aggy! Please!" Samatha waited, biting her lip. Agatha pondered, whatever Samatha wanted it couldn't be that bad...And if it would get her to stop crying. 17

"Alright." 18

"Alright what?" 19

"Alright I promise!" A delighted squeak pierced through the phone, making Agatha wince and curse loudly. 20

"Sammy!" 21

"Sorry!" A very contrite Sammy appoligized, Aggy's eyes narrowed, maybe she shouldn't have been so quick to agree with Samatha. Sometimes she could be surprisingly cunning. 22

"You have to go to the Halloween party with me!" Samatha jumped and down on her bed, giggling gleefully. Meanwhile Agatha had to control herself and not break the phone right there. 23

"No way Samatha! I told yo-"24

"You promised Aggy! How am I going to trust you if you break your promises! You wouldn't lie to me Aggy! You have to come now! I got you!" Sammy was glaring, as if Agatha was actually in the room with her. 25

"No! I didn't think you-" 26

"You didn't think I was smart enough to find a way to make you come? Well I am! So ha! Now, we have some serious shopping to do, met me at my house, zipity quick!" With a satisfied air, Samatha Goldwatch clicked off the line and went to primp up her blond hair even higher than Amy Winehouse. 27

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Agatha heard the click and nearly cried, pushing her glasses up higher, a nervous habit of hers. She had to give Samatha more credit, she was smarter then she had ever let on, and that was saying a lot. It was only by a matter of luck and avoidance that Agatha had managed to skip out of social events for the past couple of years. Samatha had finially got her. No doubt Agatha's mother would be pleased. Agatha had been a lonely child, a geek, and a loser. 29

No one had wanted to play with her, and no one came to her birthday parties. She had a serious of stories about being a social reject, and all of them were more and more painful. She hadn't had one friend, not one, until Samatha. It was in the 7th grade that they had finially met. Samatha, popular, beautiful, but stupid had taken it upon herself to ‘redeem poor Aggy, and bring Agatha up in the social status.30

At first Agatha was no more than a project for Sammy, a toy, but through time, they became friends. And no matter how many times Aggy tried to deny it, she would die without stupid Sammy. Her only friend. Sammy never got to get Agatha into the popular circle, or any circles at all. But they remained friends, and had been for nearly five years. Looking at the clock, and seeing doom in the air, Agatha Monroe set out to go to Samatha's house, for her worst nightmare. Shopping. 31

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The school gym was packed with horrific goblins, beautiful princesses, rag-tag mummies, and other things no one actually sane would ever think of wearing. And then there was Agatha Monroe, she was hiding herself in a shadowy corner of the gym, unfortunately, some high school couples had the same idea. The load moaning and groaning sounds Agatha was hearing nearly made her vomit: It’s like they’re having a tongue war! Gross! I wonder where Sammy went? Agatha’s thoughts were interrupted abruptly by a dark shadow looming above her. She glanced up. 34


“So intent on watching them make-out? I didn’t realize that was of such an interest to you.” The figure loomed above her, looking broad, dark and handsome. She could just make out a flash of blue-green eyes, and waves of dark, luxurious hair, a handsome chiseled face. She was extraordinarily angry. 35

“I didn’t realize that you spied on other strangers and assumed the air of knowing. And then further mocked them in being a pretentious fool who thinks he knows anything about me!” Agatha glared at the stranger, daring him to come closer. 36

His mouth hung open, and then clamped down with a snap. 37

“Wow…I-” 38

“Thought I would be easy game did ya? Thought, ‘Oh, why don’t I just go pick on that loser, it would be fun! Well, it’s not happening buddy, leave me alone!” Agatha huffed, sitting straight in her chair, body rigid and indignant. But this time it was his turn to be. 39

“And now you assume the air of knowing? How do you know that I wasn’t hear to ask you for a traditional Halloween dance? I come over here and you are the one presuming. You know what, never mind. Have a grand Halloween!” He turned his heel, preparing to stalk away. Agatha’s mind was reeling. 40

“Wait…I’m….Sorry,” She nearly choked on the word. “I didn’t mean to be such a…um…” She pushed her glasses further up her nose. 41

“Rude you mean?” The stranger turned around, sighing and pulling a chair up. His anger now in the past. 42

“Well…yeah I guess….But you can’t blame it all on me, you didn’t exactly approach me in a….pleasant manner.” Agatha gestured with her hands, another habit of hers. She usually did that when she spoke. The man shrugged sheepishly. 43

“I guess I’ll give you that, let’s start over.” He lifted his head marginally, as if a courtly gentleman, he stuck out his hand. “Hello, my name is Ethan Hunt.” Suddenly Agatha felt shy, she had never actually talked to many people without Samatha there, and always it ended badly. To Agatha, the strangers hand seemed quite a giant leap away. Mustering her courage, she stuck out her own petite hand, and with a flourish announced that her name was Agatha Monroe. 44

“Well then Agatha, it’s nice to meet you.” His hand was gentle, his handshake firm. She disengaged. Her hand feeling suddenly alone as the warmth of his hand seeped away. 45

“So, what are you doing here all alone? I mean besides the people practically ripping each others cloths off?” He leaned against the table, un-wrapping a Twix candy bar. 46

“Well nothing actually, I’m just waiting for my friend.” Agatha looked around the gym, trying to spot Samatha’s midnight blue dress. Samatha had finally decided to go to the Halloween party as a nightingale turned human. Her mask was an array of beautiful sparkles and dark feathers. Her hair was pushed up into a Cinderella like bun, beautifully and intricate, her soft golden tendrils curled about her face and neck. The dress was low cut, sloping on her shoulders and scooping down to her breasts in elegant waves. The dresses fabric was thin soft and silky, it hugged Samatha’s figure well, at the bottom the dress flared out in the back, but in the front bottom it was cut up to reveal Sammy’s beautiful high-heeled gem-studded dark blue shoes. With sparkled gems at her eyes, and rosy colored cheeks, Samatha could have passed for an angel in blue. Or a beautiful nightingale turned human. Agatha paled in comparison, but then again, she always did. 47


“So, here with a date? Or flying solo?” He pulled up a chair and sat down, smiling cutely. Agatha’s shock must have shown through, because sitting right infront of her, whom she had just yelled at and then shook hands with, was Brett Davinson, the most popular, handsome guy in the entire school. He was practically legendary. But best of all, (for most girls) he was single! Every girl in the entire school, even the ones who already had boyfriends, talked about Brett, Agatha had never met him, and she had never wanted to. Not because she didn’t secretly merit the thought that someday she would date a amazing handsome guy, but because she was sure that if a guy was a gazer, smart, and popular, mean would go along with it. But here she was, her startled face looking into the gently frowning one of Brett. 48

“Shocked?” Brett asked, fingers dancing on the table. 49

“Ah-well…..You said your name was Ethan Hunt!” He looked nervous, and slightly amused. 50

“Well yeah, that’s who I am dressed as, you know, ‘Mission Impossible’…? Ethan Hunt….Super Agent dude?.....Hmm….I guess not.” He drew his hand across the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. 51

“Oh.” Agatha squeezed her eyes shut, sure she would be made fun of because of her lack of movie knowledge. 52

I will have to watch that movie, I WILL watch that, right after I get out of this totally random and awkward situation… .53


Agatha’s bright red hair swirled around, whipping into her face and drawing her out of her reverie. Someone had opened the garden doors. Agatha had nearly forgotten that there were gardens now, there school had been revamped, so about 75 percent of the school was nice and new, and the other 25 percent was still trashy and old. They where going to fix it up eventually, but they hadn’t gotten the funds to do such a thing yet. 54

“Oh, so you can get that shocked look off your face now, I suppose I should have told you who I was, but it’s Halloween! You can be anybody!” Brett enthused, Agatha looked up at him, a tentive smile on her bloodless lips. 55


“Yes, I suppose you can.” A comfortable silence ensued as they both unwrapped candy and munched happily. 56

Maybe it’s not going to be that bad…not bad at all…..57

Agatha was dressed as a witch, a fitting outfit for her. Shocks of red hair floated around her face, framing the structured angles. Vivid gray-green eyes peered out from behind pale green glasses, her nails where done up so they where long and black, and her outfit was really quite shapeless. Not that she had that much to show anyway; her outfit was more of a robe, black, as was the witchy color.58

It was held together by a well concealed draw string in the inside of the robe, making it look as if it was held together by invisible seams. Samatha had insisted that Agatha have a broom, she was quite set on the idea of a hat too, but Agatha had resisted so blatantly that that idea was soon forgone. Samatha had gotten her way with the broom, and with Agatha’s makeup. Aggy never wore makeup, because she never cared to. She had always preferred spending her extra money on books. So she had never actually worn any type of makeup before, that was until Samatha. 59

She Agatha’s eyes were now lined with dark eyeliner, thin lines of black accented her wide eyes, and traces of starry silver traced the black, making Agatha look strange, witchy, and exotic. Her lips, instead of being traditionally blood-red, where pale and colorless. Agatha’s lips where normally like that, and so it was no big deal; her checks were pale, as always, and her sprinkling of freckles more prominent than ever. Agatha hadn’t wanted to be a witch, in fact, she hadn’t wanted to be anything, but of course, Samatha had always been the leader. 60

And what Sammy said went, most of the time. For Agatha’s shoes there where comfortable almost ballet slippers, except in black, over all Agatha couldn’t complain much. She wasn’t uncomfortable, and at least Sammy hadn’t gotten it in her head to make her a princess. The only thing that really bothered her about the whole outfit (besides the makeup) were the star sparkles around her eyes, they where one, uncomfortable, and two, they made Agatha’s red arched eyebrows standout. A good effect, but one that Agatha didn’t appreciate. Agatha’s eyebrows where perfect without even having to touch them, they were beautiful, and made Agatha beautiful,they made her entire face eerily elegant. Striking, and almost like it was from an ancient lineage, beautiful and royal. And a person Agatha the loser was not familiar with. 61


“Hey,” said Brett with a sudden inspiration. 62

“What?” Agatha peered at him in interest; her glasses perched on her nose. 63

“I have an idea….Come with me, let's go see the new gardens, I hear ehy're fantastically beautiful all year 'round.” Brett stood, offering a hand up. After a moments hesitation, Agatha followed. Into the sweeping dark of the night, never to return. 64

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Meanwhile Samatha danced the night away, smiling and flirting, hoping that the fruit punch she was drinking by the gallon was spiked. She looked lovely, and she knew it, her golden curls danced at the faint breeze, enhancing the arch of her swan- like neck. All thoughts of poor drab Agatha sitting lonely at a single table left her. She was here to party! Even if it was only a silly ole’ stupid Halloween thing. She smiled at a total stranger; he beckoned to her. One look at his tall stature and chiseled features was all she needed. She graced over to the other end of the gym, swinging her hips flirtatiously. He held out a hand to her, like a perfect gentleman. With a sensual smile, she placed her own delicate hand in his, and together they made their exit. 67

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Mr. Macmollin rocked on his front porch, a glass of lemonade in his hand. He had lived in the same house right by the high school for 56 years, and he was 65. It was Halloween night, so beside his feet was a basket of goodies. So far no one had come, but soon, soon they would be arriving by the dozens. Or so he thought. He would just wait on his front porch and enjoy the fresh night air. Slowly he let his gaze drift from the stars to the high school where two figures stood. 69

Mr. Macmollin sighed, he remembered being in high school. He watched the two people, whom he presumed to be students attending the Halloween party. One leaned in, apparently going in for a kiss. The other made a high-pitched noise, to Mr. Macmollin’s ears it sounded like a moan of passion. Damn those kids, they couldn’t just take there passions somewhere else? They had to ruin his Halloween! With a huff, Mr. Macmollin stalked into his house, took his candy with him, and locked the door. All the while he muttered about the audacity of teens these days. 70

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“What are you doing!” She screamed. 71

“What I came to do darling, I’d say next time don’t be so stupid, but for you….there won’t be a next time!” In his eyes was malice, rage, and bloodlust. As he bit into her neck, she screamed. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. And suddenly, she lived....No more. 72

He watched her still form die, and couldn't believe what he had done. His first creation! Blood from the wound in her neck seeped onto his fingers. He licked them, wishing for more, his bloodlust in full rage. He couldn't get it from his creation, for her blood had now turned to stone, making her as cold, hard, and ruthless as he. She was a vampire. 73

Slowly her eyes opened, but instead of their normal color they where a flourestant silver, the palest kind. She cocked her head to one side, studying him, and slowly.....smiled. Showing sharp fangs, canine teeth all around. She was ready to hunt, and her first kill....would be her supposed, 'best friend.' 74

With a bloodcurdling (if they had blood) cry, she looked upon the scene of her murder with a smile, her face cold and aloof. She could see perfectly now, even in the dark. It was like a cloud had been lifted from her mind, she could hear for miles. And smell the blood she craved, the blood she wanted. The blood of her former friend. Who was just begging (at least to her) to...die. 75

"Are you ready my pet?" He asked, his own eyes paling, his own sharp fangs biting into his stone lip. 76

"Yes Master. I. Am. Ready. To. Hunt.!" They howled at the moon, one new vampire, and one very oh-so-very youngly old. And decended unto their pray. 77

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He was down, she prayed that he was still alive, but had no time to check his pulse- not that in her state of mind she would have thought of such a thing. The only thing she knew now, was that she had to run. 79

Run.Run.Run 80

Faster.Faster.Faster81

She had to get away, those nightmarish creatures. At first she thought they where just another couple in wonderfully done Halloween costumes. She was soon proven wrong as they turned, and she saw there faces. She didn't want to believe it, her best friend wouldn't do this to her! Her mind still couldn't grasp the concept, but when 'he' went down with a single look....She knew it was real. And they where after her. 82

Run.Run.Run! That was the only thought in her mind. Run, or you will die! Run.Run.Run! 83

She was in the woods now, and they where closing in. Her knee's wobbled and shook, her costume was torn, it's dark colors blending in with the sickly forest. Never had fear been so acute for her. In fact, she had never really felt fear. Until....them. Their faces so terrible, horrible....How could she have ever missed what her "friend" was? 84

No time to think....Run! Her breath came in short gasps. Suddenly it occured to her that she should have paid more attension in P.E....And along with that thought came the one, that she was going to die. Even as she tripped and stumbled, she ran. Even when she knew she was done she ran. She tripped hard- something warm and big. A body. 'His' body, she had been running in circles! She looked for a place to hide, knowing with utter certainty, it would be the last place she was ever alive. Yet she still searched, hanging onto that thread of hope, that the demonic pair wouldn't find her. 85

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"I....Want....Blood!" The female vampire was desperate now, she was new, she needed blood, it was essential. It was supposed to be hers *bunny*! How had their pray gotten as far and lasted as long as she did! It wasn't right. In response to her outburst the male vampire hissed at her. 87

"Silence!" His voice vibrated with command. She hated being chastised, but she knew he was right. Her Master. Yet her friend. It was a hard concept. Especially when she had smelt blood from the man. All it had taken was a single look, his eyes bled....Blood. But the female was her goal. Her enemy, her former 'friend'. It would be a joy to see her face....her pulsing heartbeat. To hear it stop. And instead of giving her the joy of being turned....To drink of her blood. To savor it. Feed her blood. No, it was the teenage girl she wanted. The one who always thought she was better than her. Victory would be much sweeter indeed, whence she killed the pesky human. 88

It was horrifying to think that just moments ago she had been one of the weaklings, a human. She even hated thinking the word. But soon....yes....soon....soon...she would be able to taste sweet blood. 89

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She trembled, whimpering. Watching blood seep from between his eyes. He was surely dead. Not that she really knew him at all. But he had been such a gentleman! He couldn’t be dead…..90

Tears streamed down her face, ruining her perfect makeup job, her beautiful hair was a mess now! This had to be the worst day of her life. She cried pitifully, trying to muffle the sound. She had tried the doors of the high school, but to no avail. Someone had locked them, after all, now it was well past partying time, and people had long since gone home. She knew if she screamed ‘they’ would find her before the police could ever get to her. She was desperate, scared, and hysterical. She was giving up hope. Just as she was about to lie down and just die. It was as if by magic, she heard a voice. A strong voice, filled with all the courage she was lacking. 91


The voice was saying, “Never give up girl, and never give up. You have the blood of angels in your veins, and the magic of kingdoms long past. Never. Give. Up. We are with you.” With those words, she felt an immense surge of courage, and one-ness. The voice was comforting, as if she belonged. It was like an army had rallied to her side. And would help her, as if she was still a young one rocking on her Grandmothers lap. In fact, the voice sounded a lot like her Grandmothers. She closed her eyes, and she swore she could feel the magic in her veins. She took hold of that joy, that courage, and that new-found wholeness, and stepped out. 92

And as she said the words, “Never Give Up.” She could hear a thousand other generations saying it with her, supporting her. Helping her. Being one with her. 93

She stepped out.94

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They had been on the trail for a couple of hours now. And she could sense her Master even was getting anxious. Well, not anxious, but almost…..bewildered. 96

“We should have been able to track her down by now.” She stated, growling. The knowledge of vampires was filling her, it was as if, when bitten, she attained a knowing of vampires. A vampiric code. And this she knew: Her former friend should have been easy prey. There was something wrong. 97

“Yes. We should have. Your ‘friend’ has some unknown allies on her side. Interesting. Very interesting indeed. It will be almost a pity to kill her. But kill her we will….” He stiffened, sniffing the air. Taking his cue she did too, there it was. Her scent. The smell of her blood. They had found their prey again, and this time, they weren’t going to let her get away. Faster than the speed of light, for darkness came in the night, they ran. Following the scent, following the prey, already….tasting the blood. 98

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As soon as she stood, they were there. And she was looking into the nearly white eyes of the demonic vampires. As suddenly as her newfound ‘powers’ came, they left. And she was left terrified and scared. So scared she all she could do was sink to the ground shaking, trying to crawl away. They laughed. Such a gross horrifying empty sound, they sound of the dead’s laughter. Chilling to the bone. 99

“And still, she tries to get away. No. Not this time, there will be no escape now. You. Are. Ours.” He stepped forward, hands extended like claws, as if barely restraining himself from ripping her apart. 100

“Well…friend, we meet again.” She purred, laughing, baring her fangs in the light of the blue moon. “Well…meet….well….met, you’ve lead us on quite a goose chase. I will always wonder at how you survived this long. To bad I’ll never find out, but than again…..It’s actually quite marvelous. I will be the first and last to drink your blood. You. Are. My. Kill.” The vampiress laughed again, running her hands down her thin body. Relishing in the stone cold feel of her skin. “Master.” She purred erotically, smiling at him, her bloodless lips curling above sharp fangs. Revealing the disgusting fact….that her tongue was pure white. 101

The human screamed. They just smiled. Watching her with those horrendous eyes. 102

“Did you know,” The vampires murmured, still running her hands across her body, as if she where a stripper, “That your little boyfriend over there has ceased to breath?” 103

The human froze, her mind had been paralyzed by terror, and now it was overcome with a undeniable sorrow. 104

“No! No-..” She crawled over to him, “It can’t….She loomed over his dead body, planting kisses on his cold dead lips. She had hardly known him, yet she had felt a certain connection with him. Just seeing him for the first time. And now he was dead. Tears streamed down her face, wetting his bloody eyes. It was true. He was dead. 105

Slowly, shielding his body with her own, she prayed, to what she didn’t know. In fact, she had never even thought about prayer. If she really dwelled on it, she never thought about much at all. Her frightened eyes met those of the vampires. Slowly they turned to each other, knowing their quarry couldn’t escape, and kissed. Neither yielded to the other, their tongues tangled. Both of them seemed to derive some kind of sick pleasure from it. Even if it wasn’t necessarily pleasurable. She watched them, disgusted, but unable to look away. 106

The vampires, dwellers of darkness slowly pulled away from one another, the male smiled at the vampiress, while she straightened his very human, classy suit. 107

“Well, I’m afraid we have delayed your death long enough our dear quarry. It is time for you to say goodbye to life, and be welcomed by the perpetual embrace of death.” The vampire had a powerful look about him, his voice was hypnotic, mesmerizing.108


Yet she still managed to break away. She scrambled to her feet in a futile effort to run, she trembled and fell, pale bone protruded from her ankle, the scent of blood was too much to bare. She screamed in agony, dark spots flitted across her vision. She closed her eyes, ignoring the searing pain, and her friend, now a vampire trying to kill her. She tried. Tried to muster the strength so felt before. None came. 109

Simultaneously, they each leaped, pinning her skinny frame to the ground. She struggled fruitlessly, twisting her body in an effort to get away, paining her ankle even more. Above her loomed the evil faces of the satanic creatures, with their pale eyes, white tongues, and fangs they petrified her into giving up her struggle for a brief second. And in that second, she saw her doom. They vampires smiled.110

“Bye-Bye old friend.” Samatha smiled her cunning smile and almost seemed to be waving gleefully. Agatha watched as if in slow motion as Samatha merrily dove in her neck, shocking her body into shooting her lifes blood out, leaving the rest to be sucked out by her only friend. So when the male vampire, Samatha’s partner dove in, all Agatha Monroe felt was a dull ache on the left side of her neck as from both sides of her vampires feasted. 111

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“Prey, Prey, gone away, never to come back another day.” Samatha raised her bloody hair from Agatha’s dead lifeless form and smiled- The ceremony was over. She had hunted, she had caught, and she had killed. 112

“Well done my Vampiress.” Samatha’s ‘turner’ held his colder-than-death hand out to clasp Samatha’s own, and without a backward glance they walked away, hands held in a lovers hold. Leaving two dead bodies in the school gardens, Brett Davinson blood still seeping from his eyes, and loser Agatha Monroe, pale green wire-rimmed glasses slipping off her lifeless head, red hair splayed around, and four fang marks forever embedded on her neck. 113


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