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{Warning: OC story. If you don't like OC's please do not read} Dusk Banner The United States has slipped into the second Great Depression. Marissa and Lindsay run away from their homes in hopes it will help their familes pay the bills. Now living on the streets, Marissa and Lindsay have nothing. What will happean when everyone's favorite vampire shows up? Can he help them? Can they help him?

For Marissa. Whose helped me brainstorm all my stories. For Dan. Whose hysterical parodies keep us all laughing. For Amanda. Who is like my own personal cheerleader. For Lindsay 2. My writing buddy and artistic companion. For Sammi. Who has read all my extremely random stories. For all my friends who support my writing

1. Part 1: Chapter 1

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Part 1: Lindsay

Chapter 1:

Marissa kicked over a trash can and I frowned. What was the point? Nothing was going to be inside the trash can if no one had anything to throw out. It was all so pointless. What was the point of money if so few people had any? What was the point of working if you got no pay? What was the point of trying when you knew you we’re going to fail.

Hope. I reminded myself. There is always hope.

The world was in a state of panic. The Untied States economy had crashed. It was the worst economic failure in the history of our country. No one had any money to buy food, clothing, or pay the rent. Many people ended up on the street.

Like us. I thought bitterly.

Marissa and I however, had more or less chosen our fate. We ran away from our homes, in hopes it would help our families pay the rent. One less person meant more money saved then spent.

Marissa was rummaging through the trash can now. I leaned over to confirm my worries. The can was practically empty. All that was inside were a few papers, unpaid bills, empty wine bottles, beer cans, and few wrappers. No food. At my side, Marissa groaned. I was beginning to wonder if leaving our homes was a good idea.

There’s no turning back now.

I looked up at the sky. Dark stormy clouds were gathering.

Why does it always rain when something goes wrong?

I elbowed Marissa. She looked up at me her eyes desperate. My stomach tightened. It was easy to see she was a mess. Her clothes were torn, her brown hair matted, her hazel eyes wild. She was terribly thin and her face was extremely pale. I didn’t look much better. My blue-green eyes were bloodshot, my golden-brown hair was a knotted mess, I was covered in cuts from a recent near death experience, and I was just as thin and pale as Marissa.

“Come on.” I spoke softly because that was a loud as my body would allow. “It’s going to rain soon. Let’s find somewhere to shelter.”

She gave a small nod and followed me. We hadn’t gone far from our home. We were actually just a view miles away on the outskirts of the town of Wappingers. We walked down the quickly darkening, abandoned streets. It was growing colder by the second. We hurried along as fast as we could.

We turned at our usual land mark, veering off into the woods. It was the most sheltered place we could find. We stopped at a pond and drank the water from it with our bare hands. Once our thirst was quenched we continued to walk aimlessly through the trees.

Then the downpour began. We dashed through the forest as fast as possible. Looking for something, anything, to hide under. It was Marissa who found it. A large hollowed out tree big enough for both us to fit into. We stuffed ourselves inside and then collapsed on the leafy floor in exhaustion.

We sat there for a while in silence. Listening to the rain pouring and the birds calling.

“How long do you think we’ll be stuck like this?” Marissa asked me at last.

I shrugged “It’s just a storm. It will pass.”

“That’s not what I meant Lindsay, and you know it.” she muttered angrily.

I didn’t respond.

She sighed after a moment. “Wouldn’t that be nice though?” She didn’t wait for me to respond. “If this whole thing was just like a rain storm? If it would come and go quickly?”

“That would be nice” I agreed.

We didn’t talk much after that. I looked out at the gray sky. This time, this place, this existence. It seemed like a never ending day of gray. A never ending dusk.

I curled up into and ball next to Marissa and fell asleep.

When I woke up again Marissa was gone. I yawned and stretched before crawling out of our little hiding spot. The sun was shinning brightly through the trees. It flittered through the leaves and made patterns of the forest floor. The ground was wet from last night’s storm and the spring air was fresh and moist. I decided after a moment that I was thirsty and headed off in the direction of the pond.

I found Marissa there already, she was trying to get a massive knot out of her hair using only the water and her hands. Not very effective. I walked over and sat down next to her.

“Good morning Marissa.” I said pleasantly.

She looked over and gave me a half-smile, but you could still she the heart breaking despair in her eyes. Marissa’s eyes changed color actually. Nothing too dramatic. They always had the same brown tone to them, but sometimes they had patches of different colors as well. Today they were hazel with purple-blue patches.

“Good morning Lindsay. Did you sleep well?”

I shrugged “You know me. I never sleep well.”

She frowned at me. “That’s too bad.”

“Yeah, life sucks and theirs nothing anyone can do about it. You just have to make the best out of it.” I said leaning over to take a drink from the pond.

“Where shall we look for food today?” Marissa asked.

I thought about that carefully. “Let’s go uptown.” I decided at last. We had been downtown yesterday and east town the day before with no luck. We left the forest and walked up the streets.

They were a bit more crowded then last night. Children waiting for the school bus, adults going to work, others mowing their lawns. At first glance it looked completely normal, like a scene pulled out from a movie. Then you would look closer. The children were untidy, their eyes tried, they were thin. Not nearly as thin as we were, but still thin. The adults where panicked, rushing, stressed. It was almost painful to watch.

As we walked by the older kids pointed at us and whispered to each other. I recognized some of them actually. I used to go to school with them. School, I laughed to myself. It was unbelievable how unimportant to me it had become.

We when we arrived uptown the first thing we did was check the grocery store dumpster. Any rotten, un-bought food would be there. Rotten food was better then no food at all. We struck out there. Next we checked the restaurants. We got lucky at I-Hop. We found six uneaten pancakes, two waffles, one piece of French toast and a half eaten muffin. We spilt the food evenly and ate it ravenously.

After that, we checked the trash cans of all the houses nearby. It was there we found. A hamburger, half a sandwich, some animal crackers and some pretzels. All and all, a very good day. We returned to our shelter with full stomachs.