Chapter 1

Jocelyn could hear something was changing. She could feel that someone was moving around her. She listened hard.

"She doesn't look alive" English Jocelyn thought. Good.

"There's a stake in her chest. I hope she doesn't look alive"

"She looks like she hadn't been her long"

"But look at this layer of dust. How could she not have be here long but not disturbed the dust?"

There were two voices. One female. One male.

Pull the stake out! Pull it out!

Jocelyn felt someone kneel at her side. "I'm going to pull this out" It was the male.

"Don't touch it!" the female whispered. "I want to get out of here."

"Calm down, Mackenzie"

"Peter" Mackenzie whispered. Clearly she was afraid.

Jocelyn felt the painful tug. She hissed aloud.

When her eyes opened, she saw both Mackenzie and Peter were back against the wall. Both were shaking.

Jocelyn didn't think before she sunk her teeth into Peter's neck. He struggled only slightly. She pulled back after she could think strait again. Dropping Peter, she turned to the girl.

"Where are we?"

The girl whimpered.

"If you don't tell me, I swear to God I will kill you"

"In an old church"



"Germany" Jocelyn hissed. "He left me in Germany."

"What are you?" Peter whispered, from his place on the floor.

Jocelyn looked at him. She didn't expect him to remain conscious. "You'll be fine"

"Will I become a vampire?"

"No" Jocelyn left them both there, as she opened the window's blinds. The light fell on her skin. She shielded her eyes as she looked around. "How far are we from the nearest town?"

"How can you stand the sun?" Mackenzie asked.

Jocelyn turned to them with a hiss. "Answer me?"

"10 minutes drive" Mackenzie answered.

"Take me to town and you may leave me" Jocelyn looked between them. "Tell anyone of what you have learned, I will hunt you down and kill you." Both nodded. "We need to go"

The town was heavily populated and Jocelyn lost herself in the crowd. She tugged Mackenzie's shirt tighter around her and tired to hold down the wonder. She saw people taking on a strange device. As an elderly man went to walk away from it, Jocelyn rushed to him.

"Sir" she said, in her best German. "What is that device?"

The man looked at the device he had used and back at her. "You never saw a phone?"

"Is that what it is called, a phone?"


"What is it's purpose?"

"Are you joking?"

"What?" She looked at him confused.

The man nearly laughed. "Look, I've got no time for jokes"

"I am not joking. I must find someone. But I don't know where he is"

"Do you know his name?" She nodded. "I don't know if they'll be able to find him but we can try." He led her to the phone and showed her how it worked. "Dial one" she did. "And asked for him."

Jocelyn nodded. She heard a female voice answer. "How can I help you?" First in German, then English.

"I need to speak with Josef Konstan" Jocelyn said, in English.

"Can you please spell that?"

"J-o-s-e-f K-o-n-s-t-a-n"

"Please Hold" There was silence. "We have one listed number under that name. It's a business in Los Angeles, California. Konstan Enterprise. Would like to place a collect call to this number?"

"Yes" Jocelyn said. Her heart was hammering.

"Who should I say is calling?"

After a pause, "Jocelyn Konstan"