This one is by another one of my best friends! All her work! I just had to post it as well, otherwise people wouldn't understand the next chapter! 
Sophia Edith Armstrong sighed, rising from her personal office's desk. Heavy dark eyebrows were set above medium sized almond eyes. Dark hair, naturally unruly, fell over shoulders burnt a dark brown by countless hours in the sun.
She groaned, sittign back down and looking again at the various documant strewn across the mahogany wood surface, a gift from the other vampire hunters.The files she'd recieved from her superiors were troubling. That bastard wouldn't dare, she thought, even though she knew that without a doubt, he would show up.
Howard Lewis III.Vampire. Murderer. And now teacher.
"Darling," a voice both familiar and sweet, called out to her. "Come rest, please."
"In a minute," Sophia answered, not even looking up. She continued sorting through the papers. Pencil thin arms, tanned by Greecian sun, hooked around her shoulders, and began pulling back on the office chair, which rolled easily on it's wheels. "Hey!" Sophia whined. "Let go o'me!"
She struggled some more, before the arms swung the vampire hunter around to face the owner. A narrow face hovered in front of her own, a steep widow's peak only adding to the foriegn affect her deeply tanned skin gave her. Restless obsidian waves flowed over thin shoulders, starkly standing out against an old white t-shirt, which flowed down to meet black and pink plaid pants rolled up around bare feet and ankles.
"No," Amara Violet Jameson stated firmly. "You're coming to bed!" Sophia opened my mouth to interject a snide, and perverse comment. "And nothing's happening!"
"You're an evil, evil vampire hunter, you know that?" Amara rolled her eyes, and hit the other hunter over the head. She scooped Sophia out of her office chair, turning around to head to Sophia's--"their"--bed.
To think, Sophia pondered blearily as she was carried off. I almost lost this--her--to Lewis.
