I sat on the chair across from Randy, explaining everything.

I wore a dark leather jacket over my grey t-shirt, along with tight jeans.

"I got attacked." I say, taking a heavy sip of booze.

Randy stands up, for a thirty seven year old he had a lot of energy...and a big mouth.

He would literally stand in a restaurant and yell, "Square up asshat!!!" And he wouldn't care.

He taught me how to be relaxed and less stressed.

"Who were they? Did you get to see who they looked like?"

"The man had dark hair that covered his face...with a scar coming from his jaw down to his neck. And killer grey eyes...rather tall too." I say without emotion.

"Holy shit." He says.

"What?"

"For a woman you have some balls that dropped past your knees."

"That man was a vampire hunter." He says.

"He has no remorse Amelia, and he is a man you don't want to get involved with."

I laugh. "If so, why doesn't he fight me one on one like a man?" I ask.

"Amelia. Listen to me, he has killed vampires in the most excruciating ways possible, everything is his weapon."

"When an enemy knows all of your weaknesses..." He begun.

"You're now vulnerable." I finish for him.

Shit.

"I'm not afraid to fight a human." I say with all honesty.

"Amelia, he has no remorse. None. I even wonder if the guy is human." He says.

"You ever heard of Liam Suiter?" He asks me.

I light my cigarette, releasing a cloud of smoke from my lips.

"Yeah...he choked on his own teeth and was burned alive."

"This man had forced his teeth down his throat and burned him alive."

"How many blood suckers did he kill?"

"Over 246 so far." He says.

I could feel myself grow hot. Randy knows a ton of hunters...and he wouldn't lie about this.

"What is he? The big bad wolf?" I taunt, trying to hide my fear.

"He's worse...he's someone who had torn the big bad wolf from limb to limb."

I take another draw from my cigarette.

"Jessica Rose. Had her head blown off. Keith Richardson, had been hung outside to turn to ash when the sun arrived. Peter Danver had both of his legs broken and his head was crushed."

"And you should know what had happened to Anaita."

"Decapitation, I was there." I admit.

"Well...Amelia..."

"Randy, I'll be okay, you should be worried about getting dentures soon."

Randy flips me off. "I'm not that old jackass."

I laugh, sitting legs crossed.

"What are those syringes for?"

"I stole them from a friend of mine."

"You shouldn't steal."

Randal rolls his eyes. "Relax, I borrowed them from a friend...he has more."

"They may help you resist sunlight for a couple of hours, it's really painful at first but once you get used to it you'll do fine."

"Impossible, I can't be a daywalker for even a second."

"This...is the blood of the famous daywalker Don Knowels."

"Several vamps had been walking out in the sun."

"I don't know Randy."

"Look, at least give it a try, it only works for four hours max." He explains.

"I will...the next time I go out." I say.

"Well...there's a private gamble going on at the main house downtown." He explains.

"They could be exchanging valuable information while they play poke."

"Of course they will."

"But Amelia...there could be someone tracking you, you should stay at my place."

"Are your grandchildren home?" I ask.

"Just two of them, both boys."

"I don't know..." I say. "I haven't ate anything...." I say hesitantly.

"Amelia, I know you. You'd sell yourself to the devil than to hurt a child."

I close my eyes and grin.

"Keep in mind my body can act against my will." I say, stretching my arms out.

"I ordered some blood from donars at the hospital...they're not appetizing though."

I narrow my eyes at him.

"Like you give a damn about that." He chuckles.

I giggle, Randy packs his bag up, slinging it over his shoulder.

"My neice Melanie will be there."

I groan, Melanie and I never got along.

"Well I know how to avoid someone."

"Grow up, damn." Randy says.

He was like a secondhand father to me, but he has no filter. My dad was the same way.

Except Randy doesn't hesitate to break out the truth to me.

Since I lacked a mother figure, I grew up hardened, tough, unstoppable.

I never was the type to sit down and be pretty, I'm that vixen who would ride a motorcyle.

"We'll try the vaccine another time, but this hunter is smart, he will find you and before you know it your ass will be burnt barbeque." Randy warns warns.

I stand up, following Randy outside and to his car, it was black and shiny...something people would drive in those badass old school movies.

I step inside, sitting down. He sits next to me.

"Let me know if you find yourself thirsty."

"Can I drive?" I ask him. Randy cocks an eyebrow.

"Hell no child!" He snaps.

"Randy you're a retired hunter, and you're old-"

"Don't start with that bullshit."

"Seriously, I wanna drive, it's a sweet ride."

Randy sighs. "One scratch-"

"I've rode motorcycles, stood on a train and walked on powerlines, I won't scratch your car."

"Damn right you aren't." Randy pipes, we switch sides and I crank up the car.

This had reminded me of that episode in Supernatural when Dean and Sam were riding.

God I love that show.

I start the car, pulling out mighty fast, Randy's drink nearly spills.

"Damn!" He snaps.

"Sorry Randy!" I say wryly.

"I know damn well you aren't-"

I start speeding down the road, playing the radio. It's been a while since I drove but I loved every minute of it.

The night sky was clear and there were only streetlights.

And as Randy chewed me out I had a big smug grin on my face.

People beside me were cursing me out but I only sped up, keeping that big ass grin on my face.

Because I'm young and I don't give a damn what people think.