<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Teenage Wasteland</strong></span><br/><br/>(http://ist1-1.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/1/f/d/c/1fdcN/tumblr_m8zahppFjr1rnuapfo1_500.gif)<br/><br/><strong>Prologue </strong></div><br/><sup><strong>Location:  Franklin Canyon<br/>Tag:  Closed</strong></sup><br/><br/>A light rustling sound swishes through the leaves of the trees.   As the wind slightly picked up.    A foreboding darkness as the night sky is blocked by the clouds that have swept in off the coast.<br/><br/>Glancing around Sarah raised her hand.  Holding her cell phone up in order to get a reception.    Her eyes dart,  a fearful gaze is cast into the surrounding darkness.    The back of her neck felt all prickly as fear grows.     For the last half hour a sense that she is being followed is ever present.<br/><br/>It had been late in the afternoon when she had been able to get out to the park.   The park being the state park  Franklin Canyon.  For she loved to take her runs in the hiking trails of the park.   Through on most days she would start her run around 3pm.   However, on this day she had been late and didn't get started into 6pm.     Running for usually just over an hour.   When reaching her turn around spot.   It had been the first time she had sensed she was being followed.   Instead of turning back,  she kept going farther away from the parking and her car.<br/><br/>The wind sent a chill that touches her to her very bones.    Panic begins to set in, causing her to break into a run.  Wildly her legs pumped as the fear now took hold with pure terror.  Something incredibly evil is behind her, pushing her.   Her heart raced,  pumping and thumping as if going to explode.<br/><br/>Then suddenly it seemed her heart leaped out of her breasts.   Her mouth opens as her legs pushed on,  then blackness.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://ist1-4.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/1/f/d/h/1fdhY/dripping_blood.gif)</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/1/e/m/a/1ema4/TeenageVampire10.jpg)</div><sup><strong>Location:  Sunset Blvd,  Super Burger<br/>Tag:  Open</strong></sup>Its almost 8 pm,   with only a few minutes before her shift starts.    Vi  darted in and out of traffic on her in-line skates on her way to work.    Its Saturday night and she is working the late shift at Super Burger.    Dressed in her work uniform.  More a cheer leading outfit.  With the logo Super Burgers on it.<br/><br/>To onlookers she appears reckless as she skates down the boulevard.    Her balance is uncanny.   Her reflexes preternatural in reaction.  With a couple of short quick bursts.  She reaches the desired target.   Moving in such a fashion she caught the vehicle as it went 46 mph.   Reaching she grabs the back bumper and hitches a ride from it.<br/><br/>I really don't need to grab the bumper.   I can move just as fast and make it on time.   However,  it would cause a stir.   A stir that would not do any good for myself.    For I am a vampire,  how or why  I'am not sure with.   I really don't have a clue.<br/><br/>My stop,  letting go of the bumper.   I veer off and into the parking lot of Super Burger.   Slowing myself down quickly yet subtly.  Not at all worrying about if I crash or not.  I heal rather quickly.   A broken leg now would be mere minutes before its good as new.<br/><br/>I head straight in and clock in.  I had a minute to spar before the start of the shift.  I grin,  for I am not late.    I wonder why I still do this.   Much has changed.   But it gives me stability.   It keeps me grounded.   Grabbing one of the ticket books.   She head back out the door and skate over to the red Porsche that just came in.    My thoughts continue as I got out to the red car.   I never feed at or around my work.    I hunger for blood.  It never leaves, it lessens through the hunger when I feed.   I have been fortunate.  I haven't killed anyone yet.