Note: Just wanted to say that I was sorry for not sending this sooner. I blame it on my laziness to send this part out. Sorry.

Jubilee sat in the dark alley. It was night. And cold. Very cold. She was in a big city. Jubilee had a feeling that it was New York. She didn't really know. She wasn't even sure how she had gotten there.

The boy's head rested in her lap. She cradled it subconsciously. Jubilee was in shock. She had just killed him. It had been more than that, though. She had hunted the boy down. Then, she had beaten him viciously. For some reason, the boy had upset her before it had all begun. For the life of her, she couldn't remember what he could have possibly done to deserve death. After she was satisfied with the job she had done with the battered body, she drank the rest of his blood.

Jubilee had been staring off into space for what felt like hours. She couldn't tear herself from her thoughts and a strange feeling she was getting. When she was finally able to let go of her thoughts, she looked down and studied the boy for the first time after his death.

The boy was a few years older than she was. His dark greenish eyes stared lifelessly up at her. He had long, wavy blonde hair and a small, pointed nose. The boy's thin lips were swollen and bloodied where she had gotten in a good punch. He wasn't incredibly tall, just about 5'7".

Jubilee sighed sadly and closed the boy's eyes. She moved his head to the cold pavement and stood up beside him. After changing back into her vampire form, she picked the boy's limp body up and began to carry it. She didn't know where she was going; she just knew that she had to go somewhere. Her feet carried her throughout the city. No one seemed to care or bother about the strange-looking girl covered with blood and a boy's limp body in her arms.

Jubilee stopped and smiled. She had reached her destination. She wasn't exactly sure how she knew that this was where she had been travelling to; it was just sensed.

Jubilee walked past the gates of the cemetery. For some strange reason, they were left wide open. Jubilee stopped just inside the gates and looked back. She had an odd feeling about the whole situation. She shrugged the feeling away and pressed further into the cemetery.

Jubilee walked through the maze of trees and tombstones in the darkness of early morning. She seemed to be going in the right direction, like she was being guided by a compass. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew that there was a place - a very special place - where the boy's body belonged.

Jubilee trudged on in the dew-dampened grass. Further, further, further, stop. Jubilee turned toward a large tombstone. She couldn't read it; it was too dark. It appeared to be one of the big ones that held the names of two deceased people, usually a married couple.

Jubilee was a bit apprehensive about the whole thing. It was as if someone had confronted her and was questioning her on everything that she had held as truth. It was as if she no longer knew what was what. It was incredibly scary.

Slowly, and carefully, she placed the boy's body over the grave. It belonged there. She stood up and turned back into her normal, human form. For some reason, Jubilee couldn't leave her spot. She was transfixed to it.

A light, incredibly bright and with no evident source, shown onto the tombstone for a fleeting second. The name on the tombstone. For that fleeting second, Jubilee had seen and read it. It was familiar. Too familiar for her liking. Though she couldn't remember the name only moments after she had seen it, it scared her tremendously.

Jubilee began to slowly back away from the tombstone. The next moment, she was sprinting as fast as she could toward the gates of the cemetery. There was a feeling like she was being followed. It wasn't a person following her, though. It was something worse. Something she couldn't describe.

Jubilee pushed herself to run faster. Ahead of her, she could just catch sight of the gates. The fence around the cemetery was red brick and tall. The gates were brass with many intricate patterns. They were closed.

Panic gripped Jubilee. She was stuck. Still, she ran faster, hoping that something would come to her as she ran. Something that would get her out.

No such luck. She stopped at the gate and looked around it, searching for anything that could help her. She knew there was nothing there. She would have to face the thing that had been after her. She turned to see what it was. . . .