Flav: So, it's been a hella long time since I posted…anything! So, I hope you are slightly amused by this random thought that popped into my head this morning around 3.

"I've chosen some reading material for you that I think will be very informative."

Dr. Janet Gobel smiled across her desk as her patient slid the large volumes of text into her messenger bag. Said patient was one Miss Abigail Skerrit, a rather odd girl of 24 years who'd seen a long list of psychiatrists since the age of 12 and now lived in an apartment directly above an occult shop for $650 a month. Miss Abigail was roughly 5'5", with chestnut brown hair that fell to her shoulder blades and ever questioning blue eyes. In the years that Dr. Gobel had met with this young woman she had never seen her wearing anything but jeans and handkerchief blouses. Today, however, her client was dressed in a wispy floral print dress that floated down to her calves in a very elegantly romantic way. That, along with the fact that Miss Skerrit's hair was pulled down from the high ponytail and tightly curled buns that it was usually trapped in, and was in fact curling softly around her face and down her back made Dr. Gobel's smile widen.

"What is the special occasion Abigail? You look very nice today."

Abigail smiled slightly and smoothed the dress down.

"Thank you, Dr. Gobel. I took your advice and joined one of those internet dating communities, and have a date lined up for 8 tonight. I figured I'd wear it around a bit today so that I can get used to it. The heels are really a bit too high though."

"I'm very proud of you Abigail for stepping outside of your comfort zone and taking a risk. Just try to not be…"Dr. Gobel searched for the right word.

"Overbearing? Pushy? A know-it-all?" Abigail offered.

"…in any case, good luck."

The rest of the session went as they always did. Gobel would ask questions about her childhood; Abigail would avoid the questions. Dr. Janet would ask if she enjoyed a recent holiday; Abigail would bring up how people don't understand the reason they celebrated said holiday. Janet would begin to get frustrated; Abigail would seem to enjoy upsetting her. By the time their session was over at 5, Dr. Janet Gobel was on the verge of snapping the pen she'd been taking notes with.

"It is to celebrate the death of Christ."

"I'm sorry Doctor; I just don't understand what a rabbit that hides painted eggs has to do with the death of the son of God. It would make more sense if they simply kept it as the spring equinox. It makes perfect sense when you think about it as a celebration in hopes of securing fertility for the following year."

Sighing, Doctor Janet rubbed her temples and smirked.

"It's the way some people choose to believe. It's their choice and you should respect it instead of questioning everything about it. Now, the next time we meet I want you to tell me how your date went."

"It still doesn't make sense, but alright Doc I'll see you next week."

Shouldering her bag, Abigail waved goodbye to the shrink who always seemed a bit too relieved that she was leaving and hurried down the street to catch her bus for home.

It was about 5:50 when Abigail stepped down from the bus two blocks from where she called home. She would have just enough time to feed her cat Samuel, sort her mail, and freshen up the makeup that the owner from downstairs had applied to her face before catching the 7:20 bus to where she would be meeting her date. Smiling, she raised her arms above her head and inhaled deeply the smell of the deli where she would usually stop to pick up something for dinner. Not tonight though. No, tonight she would be eating across the table from an attractive man (if his picture was any indication) on her first date in two years. As she rounded the corner to her street she saw an old man stumble out from the alleyway in a panic before being grabbed by back of his collar and yanked back into the growing darkness of the alley. Rushing forward Abigail began to yell for whomever the assailant was to stop immediately while attempting to run and remove her heel all at the same time. When she rushed headlong into the alley, heel raised as threateningly as she could manage in one hand and her cell phone pressed to her ear waiting for the emergency operator to pick up in the other she was met with silence. Whoever the assailant was, he was gone and the man, who smelled strongly of alcohol and cheap cigars, was bleeding heavily on the dirty cement.

It was 10 before she was dropped off in front of the occult store 'Dust' by the police officer with the receding hairline. She had been detained at the police station for questioning for nearly three hours, had missed her date, and had fought the urge to ask the police officer to pull through the drive through a McDonald's. Mounting the metal stairs that led up to her apartment, Abigail frowned as her stomach growled and preceded to unlock the several locks on her door. After slinging her bag onto the hook beside the door, Abigail was greeted by the unmistakably irritated meow of Samuel as he sat perched on the back of her couch glaring up at the young girl.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry I wasn't here on time, that's what I get for being a good citizen."

After feeding the pushy feline and ordering take-out from the 24-hour Chinese/Latin restaurant, the girl jumped in the shower to wash away 'the stench of failure'.

Sitting down to a meal of sesame chicken and churros, Abigail began sorting through her mail. It was mostly bills and junk mail, with one surprising package from her mother containing a cross and a letter about how much she had missed at the annual family Easter Gathering. Tossing the cross on top of the pile of letters, she switched on the television and watched the history channel's Modern Marvel's until she drifted off to sleep.

"You ruined my dinner."

The voice was soft and quiet. Abigail rolled to her side and covered her head muttering something along the lines of 'it was 30% off and in hardback I had to buy it'.

"It's very rude to ignore someone when they're speaking to you."

The breath was against her cheek now, warm and smelling faintly of wine. Knitting her eyebrows Abigail tried to remember when her roommate had started to drink wine. Then she remembered she didn't have a roommate. Her eyes shot open at this and she in turn jumped up from her warm spot on the couch and blinked hard in the darkness trying to see. And see she did. There, in front of her, holding her cat in his arms was a lanky intruder in a suit. Questions such as why an intruder would be wearing a suit, smelling like wine, and holding her cat ran through her head before she finally settled on a cliché question that just had to be asked.

"Who are you, and what do you want?"

"Finally! Do you know that I think hibernating bears are lighter sleepers than you? My name is Nikola Tesla, and as I was saying, you interrupted my dinner, so maybe a bit of revenge."

Knitting her eyebrows again, Abigail looked at the man in front of her, she hadn't expected him to give his real name but who'd be rattle off something as ridiculous as the early 20th century inventor?

"Nikola Tesla, oh really? You burglars are starting to get really creative. So how exactly do you plan on getting revenge?"

The man's eyebrows lowered into a frustrated position and his nails began to lengthen.

"Well, I was planning on making you my meal instead."

Abigail blinked hard at the man as his eyes became black and his teeth became shining needles in his mouth. The disbelief and fear in her face made him smile slightly until she opened her mouth, yet again.

"What is wrong with your teeth?"

"I'm a vampire, nothing's wrong with them!"

"Vampires don't exist."

"I'm standing right here."

He let her cat jump from his arms and go to curl up on the still warm spot where her head had been.

"You must be a figment of my imagination then, I knew better than to eat churros before bed."

"I'm not a figment, I'm a vampire!"

"My mom warned me that living above an occult shop would start to effect my imagination."

Growling, the man who called himself Tesla, rushed forward and grabbed the girl's jaw in his long-nailed hand.

"Do I look like a figment now?"

The next second a cross was inches from his face and the girl holding it was watching his reaction curiously. Scoffing Tesla dropped her and placed his hands on his hips in an affronted manner.

"I thought that even humans had begun to disbelieve that a cross was effective against vampires."

Without warning he lunged at the girl only to have the hard wooden cross used to slap him in the face. Reaching up to his cheek, Tesla glared at the girl in an officially surly mood.

"Ow! That hurt!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you okay? I didn't mean to hit that hard."

Looking genuinely worried, the girl stretched out her hand to give assistance before realizing what she was doing.

"I mean, haha, maybe you'll think twice next time!"

"What is wrong with you? You can't just go around abusing people with heavy pieces of wood!"

"You're the one that broke in and tried to assault me!"

"I'm a vampire, it's what I do!"

"Well maybe you should have knocked."

Nikola's mouth gapped open, he was arguing about manners with a girl he'd been intent on killing moments ago. Pointing at his face he grinned, exposing his sharp pointed teeth.

"Vampire! I don't need to knock."

The next moment he had an accusing finger shoved at his face.

"Figment! Still need to knock."

"I'm not a figment of your imagination! If I was, you'd be insane!"

Letting her hand drop, Abigail thought this over for a moment then sighed and looked at the time.

"I'm not supposed to talk to figments of my imagination and I have to work in the morning. So I'm going to bed."

At this she turned off the television which extinguished the only light that they had.

"I don't know if figments sleep but if you do, you're welcome to the couch, and there's left over Chinese in the fridge, if you eat my churro though, I'll find a way to kill a figment."

Nikola watched in shock as the girl waved goodnight and tucked her cat under her arm before wandering off to her room, muttering about uppity figments.

"There's something seriously wrong with that girl."

Going to rummage in the kitchen, Nikola questioned why he was still there and she was still alive.

"She owes me an apology for interrupting my dinner; I'll leave as soon as I get one."

Nodding to himself Nikola wandered into the living room again with his food and plopped down on the couch. As he flipped through the channels, he felt a warm body press up against his thigh and reached down absent-mindedly to stroke the fuzzy cat and feed it a piece of chicken.

Flavor: So, I'm not exactly sure where I plan on going with this. I know Tesla's a bit OOC, but come one, he's adorable anyway. Review and all that good stuffs.