I know that you all would like to kill me for taking so long to update, but I had a serious case of writer's block that wasn't healed until I started listening to TDG and Linkin Park...again.

Well, actually, I did have an idea of what I was doing: escaping. I also knew that half the country was currently tossing and turning in their beds right now, worrying one of my species might turn up in the middle of the night, say 'I vant to suck your blood!" and kill them and drink all their blood, which is completely ridiculous. For one thing, I've never heard of a vampire with a vaguely Russian accent, and for another...like, come on, Hollywood...'I vant to suck your blood?'. If I said something before killing somebody, it'd be more like: "Your [Word Censored] is about to be kicked halfway across the planet," and with a vaguely American accent, although vampires' voice boxes can change at will.

But back to the present, I knew I couldn't stay in Washington: the government would be looking for me. The first thing I had to find out was how they were planning to look for me. An FBI task force? A new sector of the military? I'll admit, I was stumped. I figured that the best way to find out what they would be doing was to read a newspaper (for the first tie in my life). But first I had to confront the problem of me staying in Washington.

That would be solved simply enough. I shadow-travelled to a random American city. They all seemed to look the same, and fortunately I can travel faster than most species. I looked up and down the street that I was on before coming to the conclusion that it was safe to cross the street, and did exactly that. I broke into a newspaper stand and quickly unfolded it. The whole front page was about the press release and related items:

New Threat to World Exposed by Scientist

President: "We are going to do something about this"

FBI announces new 'task force'

I groaned. There wasn't much else I could say about those three headlines, because as soon as I finished groaning, some goon jumped me from behind. I was so surprised that I momentarily forgot I could kick somebody's butt in one-tenth of a second. But it had been a long time since I had been feeling this good, and my top priority had always been to have fun. So I let a random goon jump me and hold a knife to my throat.

How exciting.

"You got any money on you, kid?" the gruff voice of my attacker demanded.

"Nope." I yawned in his face.

"Don't you do that to me. You're an inch away from death and you know it."

"Yuh-huh. Look, this is really boring, so I'd appreciate it if you would get on with it and slit my throat already."

The gon's faced contorted in rage, and with a long, sweeping motion (quite a fatal mistake in blade combat, I might add) he stabbed through my heart, or rather, where my heart should have been. I pretended to die.

"No-o-o," I moaned.

"That'll teach you a lesson," the goon said.

"No, I don't think it really will," I said in the same voice that I talked about the weather in.

And with that, I pulled the blade out of my stomach, pushed the goon down, and put the knife to his throat. His eyes widened a huge amount.

"Thanks for the knife; it's very nice. I'm also sure it's worth the five hundred dollars that happen to be in my pocket right now."

You readers remember that scientist I killed in the beginning of the chapter? He's pretty dang rich to carry two thousand dollars in his lab coat. Now you're asking if I only took five hundred. Of course not! I was lying, like any good politician.

I am evil. Wonderfully so.

I smirked as I stowed the goon's knife in my pocket and melted back into shadow. At least I had a weapon now.

I found myself in Antarctica, and quickly travelled back to the previous city. I'd been banned from Antarctica by penguins, who, by the way, are going to cause the Apocalypse, but I had never really seen a reason to divulge that information.

I walked down the street; I had to find a place to sleep. A place that was enclosed and wouldn't let in sunlight or look suspicious if a teenager was sleeping in it. Of course, it was all too easy to find an abandoned house to take refuge in. I melted through the door and walked up the rickety stairs to where I would spend the day. There was one dark bedroom with the windows boarded up, and I decided that it would serve my purposes perfectly. Dawn was almost upon me, and with the first ray of sunlight I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up in a rather unpleasant place. It was the same house I had fallen asleep in last night, but sunlight was streaming in through the cracks in the windows and attempting to penetrate my wonderful sunglasses. I rolled over so that my eyes were facing the floor and attempted to fathom why on earth I had woken up in the middle of the day. I was used to waking up early for school, but why on earth would my sleeping patterns have changed?

The reason suddenly opened the door, which hit the wall, and with a bang, destroyed any last trace of sleep I could have hoped to have. I gave an almost audible groan before rolling over and observing the six feet that were in the bottom of the doorframe.

"An intruder," one of them said. I was surprised to hear a teenage girl's voice. I almost turned over, but decided that it could be advantageous for me to stay still.

"He probably just wandered in here," said a second voice. This one was male, and sounded at least twenty.

"But how? We're the only ones who know about the secret entrance," a third voice came in. This one was of a boy about my age.

"Let's find out," said the girl. About five seconds after this pronouncement, something kicked me swiftly and hard in the back. I decided to stop feigning sleep and stood up.

"How did you get in here?" demanded the twenty year old. I decided that my sharp wit was worth more than my safety, and answered with a question.

"Who're you?" I shot back.

"We'll ask the questions," said the thirteen-year-old boy.

"Now, let's try this again. How did you get in here?"

"Through the front door," I answered.

"Nice try," said the girl. "I boarded that thing up myself."

"It was falling apart. You can't be too great at woodworking," I joked and cracked a smile that earned my another kick. This time I stood up. "I got in through the door, and that's the truth."

All three of my attackers looked skeptical. Then the thirteen year old decided to ask me a question.

"Who are you?" he said, trying to look intimidating although he was about five inches shorter than me.

"Will Price," I answered. "And I doubt you've heard of me; I'm from out of town."

"Oh, we recognize you, all right," the twenty year old said as he backed towards the door. The two teens exchanged a fearful glance. Strangely, Lane had released my name. I needed an alias.

And with vampiric speed, I jumped up, shut the door and locked it, and shoved all three of my attackers into a corner.

"Now, who are you?" I asked, grinning.

"Please don't hurt us," the twenty-year-old whimpered.

"I'll think about it. But in the meantime, I asked you who you are."


"Oh, yes, I'll totally buy that your name is John and you have no last name. So...who are you?"


I considered this for a minute, then decided that he probably wasn't lying. I turned to the boy and the girl that were around my age.

"Et tu?" I said.

"What the heck does that mean?"

"And you?" I said again.



I smiled before beginning my speech.

"You know, the police forces are apparently hunting me. I think you know how that feels. I also think that you know why strangers can't be trusted. But you seem different, so I'm going to trust you."

I paused to eyeball the three teenagers in the room. They all had looks of disbelief that they hadn't been killed on their faces.

"Not to live long enough to tell anybody," I finished. I didn't feel like killing anybody (surprise!) so I just shadow traveled out of the building. And maybe set it on fire. And maybe not. You'll never know. So I had a mission now: to find my parents. They were experts at this sort of thing. I think I remembered from one of my dad's letters that they were heading to Europe. It was either Venice or London. I grinned as I thought of them anywhere near Vatican city.

Oh well, it was worth a try.