Hey guys. I finally got around to updating this. I know, I suck, don't I? I swear, I'll try to update every week and/or sooner. I swear. Well, this isn't really the big bang chapter I was hoping to come back with, but it's how the story goes. So anyways...read it and review it.

Isabella stood in front of her old apartment. The place had gone out of business years ago, but it still looked as it always had. Old, dirty, and run-down. She opened the door to her old room, not really surprised that the door opened with the slightest of pushes; it had always done that anyway. Broken glass crunched beneath her feet as she walked, heading into the kitchen. She began to open drawers and cabinets as though she were searching for something, but there was nothing to find.

She shook her head and went into Genni’s old room. The same bed sheets were still on the bed, reeking of vodka and scotch, Genni’s favorite drinks in the whole wide world. She sat down on the bed, making sure to find a clean spot. Even after all those years, the smell of May’s perfume wafted in from the kitchen.

Isabella smiled sadly. The place was old and run-down, but it would have to do for when she brought Morgan here. She suddenly shuddered, as though mention of his name was a curse. She hated the boy. He’d taken her brother and Ryan. Just snatched them away from her! Captivated them. And she was going to make him suffer dearly for that.

Isabella’s plotting…O.O

Ryan sighed loudly and glanced up at the clock. In three hours he was going over to Mark’s house to start searching for Morgan. He sighed again. This was going to be hell.

He stood up and went into the kitchen to make coffee. He didn’t really like the stuff (he found it revolting) but he drank it when he had nothing better to do with his time. He preferred his revolting coffee strong, not that he could really taste it in the first place.

Ryan sat at his kitchen table with the steaming mug in his hands. He couldn’t feel it; he didn’t care. After a few good centuries nothing really mattered anymore. Everything had numbed. Cold, hot, warm, wet, freezing, burning…it didn’t matter. Good food, bad food…he couldn’t taste it. Human things meant very little to him now.

He went back into the living room and looked up at the clock again. He buried his face in his hands.

This was going to be a long damn day.

I hate long damn days…

Morgan leaned back in his seat, yawning. The couple across from him was talking softly, like they were timid or nervous of something. He looked out the window, noting with disdain that the sun was starting to peek out from behind the clouds.

“Do you mind if I pull the curtains down?” Morgan looked up, startled, at the young man.

“I-I don’t mind. Not at all.” He helped pull down the shades, his cheeks turning bright red when his stomach growled loudly. He sat back down and covered his stomach, almost ashamed. It had been like that for a while now. He was awfully hungry even though he had only eaten an hour ago.

“Here.” The woman held out a violet bottle. “It’ll help with your hunger.” He stared at the bottle in his hands.

“Uh…thanks.” He uncorked the bottle and drank some of the liquid inside. It was somewhat sweet, and cured his hunger instantly. He put the cork back in the bottle and handed it back to the woman, who put it in her purse. “Thank you. That really helped. What was it?”

The couple glanced at each other, looks of worry exchanged between them. “You…don’t know what that is?” The woman almost sounded shocked.

“N-no. Am I supposed to?” Morgan looked hurt and confused; he didn’t understand.

“You’re one of us, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“A vampire. You’re a vampire, aren’t you? Like us?”

Morgan blinked. “Uh…yeah.”

“You must be really new to this. I’m Jonathan, and this is my wife Lydia. We’re headed to Cali. Lots of sun there.”

“Isn’t sun bad?” Morgan was now even more confused.

The woman giggled. “He was joking…uh…” She paused.

“Morgan. I’m Morgan. Nice to meet you.”

The man smiled. “So what’s a young boy like you going all the way to Cali for? You got relatives or something over there? People who can take good care of you?”

Morgan shook his head. “No. I don’t have anyone. It’s just me.”

“Then what are you doing on this train? Why don’t you go home to your parents? I’m sure they’re worried about you.”

“No. Maybe my mom…but my dad…? No, he’s with Ryan.”

“Ryan?!” the woman shrieked. “You mean….you’re THAT Morgan? Oh my god!” She covered her mouth with one of her hands and pointed a finger at him. “You...you…oh dear lord…”

“Now baby,” the man whispered, “don’t use the Lord’s name in vain And please, don’t scream so loud.” He gave his wife a charming smile. She nodded, her eyes wide. “Good.” He turned to Morgan and said in a hushed voice, “Now you…you…I don’t know what to do about you. We were told to turn you in if we found you.”

“Oh, please don-”

The man held up a hand to silence him. “But we’re not.” At this the woman shrieked again.

“Why?! If they find out, think of the awful things they’ll do to us! We might be killed! Left in the sun to boil and blister and rot!” Her eyes narrowed. “And I’m not-”

“LYDIA!” the man roared. The whole train fell silent and all eyes fell on the compartment they were in. “Shush.” Jonathan poked his head out of their compartment and apologized, giving people soft smiles. Some of them smiled back weakly, but others just quickly looked away. He turned back to his wife, closing the compartment door behind them. “Now Lydia, let’s talk about this.”

“I don’t want to put our family in danger! If anyone finds out, we’re all dea-”

The three of them looked up at the charming young man standing there in the compartment doorway. “You might want to lower your voices. The people are getting suspicious. They’re thinking you’re all plotting something.” He smiled a dazzling smile.

“Oh, no,” Lydia groaned. “It’s you.”

“Hey, Michael. Glad to see you did make it.” Jonathan smiled. “Been a while since I’ve last seen you. What you been up to?”

“Ah, nothing.” The man, Michael, sat down next to Morgan. “Oh, ho. Aren’t you a cute little one. You got a boyfriend? If you don’t-”

“I do,” Morgan snapped.

“Why do you consider Ryan your boyfriend if you’re running away from him?” Lydia asked.

“I don’t!”

“So you must be Morgan.”

“Ye-”

“So you have another man?”

“Yes, I-”

“I can see why Ryan would want you.”

“Please, let me-”

“Who is this other man of yours?”

“I can’t-”

“I’m rather jealous.”

“What? Wait-”

“Who is this other man?”

“Please-”

“I really am jealous.”

“Let me talk-”

“Who-”

“Lydia! Let the boy talk! Can’t you see that the both of you are drowning him out?”

“Sorry,” the two mumbled.

“I’m dating a boy named Aiden. I love him with all my heart.”

“Or what’s left of it,” Lydia mumbled. Her husband shot her a look.

“You leave him alone, Lydia. You two, Michael. He’s got enough going for him as it is.”

The two fell quiet at Jonathan’s words. Lydia looked down at her hands folded in her lap, biting her bottom lip. Michael looked away, out the window. The two stayed quiet for a long time after that.

OMG! That's the end of the chapter. -cries- Oh, well. Please review. I know it's been a while since I updated this, but come on...I updated...-puppy dog eyes- Please? Please review?

And also, sorry for any grammer mistakes. Or spelling mistakes.