Chapter 3: Standard Procedure

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Next thing I knew, I'd been thrown into the back of a high security van, and I was heading towards... well I wasn't really sure where. The guy who had talked to be when I'd been cuffed later introduced himself as Special Agent in Training Ian Stewart, and besides that he didn't day much to me. His unblemished face looked hard as stone, he was tense. As I sat up straighter in my seat he reached for his gun, which if he had actually shot me would paralyze me for only a few seconds, but the pain would make me rethink moving again. I sighed.

"I may be a little bit rebellious, but I can guarantee you that I am not going to attack you," I assured him, "that will only guarantee that I will be executed sooner." He relaxed, and let go of his gun.

"It's standard procedure." He said. His deep voice got shaky. Fear? Maybe. I mean I could be very intimidating, but he was a male Vampire, and although its stereo typical, I'm sure that he could have taken me down in a second. I was not going to take this opportunity for granted. He was scared of me; I was going to take full advantage of it. I leaned back into my seat and looked at him, making sure it was clear that I was checking him out.

"Just to let you know, if I were going to attack you, I would seduce you first." I my eyebrows raised, seeing that I was not making him more nervous, "You know I'm really good at that. I bet you ten bucks that I could put you in a trance." He didn't look at me or say anything. I sighed, then with a brief smile said, "They've got you well trained." That was the last thing said for the rest of the ride.

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