Cardiff was fairly different from Forks.

I had been used to the constant cover of clouds, the certain rain that had become my norm. Yet here, the sun still managed to peek out and it definitely wasn't a small town like Forks had been. But, considering it was one of the rainiest places in the United Kingdom, it was our best option at the time.

I'd say the most different detail was the fact that this place was less green than Forks had been. Not overrun by stretching forests and moss that enjoyed coating everything in sight, whether it be rocks, trees or buildings. It was funny how I held such a strong hatred towards all the green earthiness when I had first moved to Forks—almost taking it personally. Like the much-too-green land was just waiting to swallow me up and choke out the last bit of sunshine still clinging to me from Phoenix.

How ironic was it that I now missed the obnoxious amount of green.

It wasn't as bad as the visits to Jacksonville, or the one return to Arizona—I didn't feel vulnerable like I did there. The openness and burning sun once made me feel as though I had a flashing sign above my head. With the familiar clouds and rain promised for at least half of the year, I still had the blanket of security that became a part of me this past year.

Our house was cozy—quaint, just like I hoped it would be. It was driven off from society as much as it possibly could have been, much to my relief. Another positive being that it appeared the complete opposite of the Cullen's luxurious house.

Instead of near-complete glass walls, snug wood gave it a more homelike appeal. Crimson and cream color scheme instead of the flashy white. It wasn't ginormous, nor was it too small. It was just right for two couples who all preferred simple over fancy.

It hadn't been a day in before all our belongings were set about, thanks to Charlotte who was overeager. I couldn't count how many times she gushed over how thrilled she was to have Jasper officially staying with them once more—along with Peter's mutual glee over having me with them instead of the 'Pixie.'

Jasper had been quiet as we explored the house, his eyes giving away no secrets like they usually didn't. But seeing his small smile, he appeared just as content as I was. A large living room, spacious kitchen (even though we wouldn't need it for long,) three bedrooms, and a study that was just screaming Jasper's name. All in all, I thought it was perfect. Everyone agreed.

Two weeks later and it is just reaching the end of May. My time to settle in was dwindling.

Tomorrow, I was going to change.

"Come on, Sugar! Ya said ya wanted some a' this shit before ya change," Peter huffed, breaking me from my thoughts.

Sending him a scowl, I let my eyes roll over the kitchen table. He had certainly taken my 'last human dinner' a bit too far. Looking over the pizza, chocolate, soda, chicken, burger, chips—the list never ended. When Peter asked which human foods tasted the best, I hadn't known to pick one thing. Let alone that he was going to bring everything that I said was good back. All I ever mentioned was that I wanted to make my last meal count, considering I would never eat human food again. There was no way I could eat all of this! But seeing his cheeky smile, it was obvious the sweet vampire meant well; how could I complain?

"She's a tiny woman, Peter, how do you expect her to eat all of that?" Charlotte laughed, much to my relief. "You don't need to make her sick—I'm sure her stomach is already in knots."

Fabulous way to remind me.

"Won't be in knots if she eats. I'm tellin' ya, I 'bout killed this one fucker when I was tryin' to get all this together. I was gettin' your burger and ordered chips with it 'cause it was on the menu. Chips! The sonsabitch gave me French Fries, Bell. I didn't order fuckin' french fries, I wanted the damn chips that was on your list!"

I didn't know whether to laugh or to simply let my head fall to the table as I blankly gazed at Peter's infuriated glare. I chose the former, soon joined in with Jasper as Peter fumed.

"You do realize we're not in the U.S. anymore, Peter? French fries are considered chips here," Jasper snorted, much to Peter's chagrin.

His black eyes narrowed to slits. "I ain't used to these new terms. Nor am I good with human food anyway," he spat, while Charlotte reassuringly patted him on the shoulder.

"It's alright, Peter," I smiled, taking a quick bite of pizza. "Thank you for all of this. Really. Instead of just one single meal, I get little bits of everything, which means a lot."

His angry expression lightened immediately as he tossed me a wink. "No problem, Sweet Pea. So, Major? Any updates from Pixie?" Peter asked, leaning back in his chair across from me.

With all the time spent with Peter and Charlotte, I've began to notice how both of them have started to sit more. Blink more—move more in general. I wasn't sure if it was unconsciously, just from spending time with me, or if it was intentional. Either way, it wouldn't last.

Jasper let out a gust of air. "Still the same, really. She sees the Volturi intervening around early to mid June. They take out the army, that is known. What still isn't set is whether or not they take out Victoria. If they will come asking about Bella. Both things we will have to wait to find out."

"She's not seen any change in the redhead's course since Bell's been gone?" Frustrated lines dug into Peter's chiseled face as his brows furrowed. "We left goin' on three weeks ago. She has to know by now."

"Alice says that Victoria's future keeps changing, never set. But it never involves her encountering us. My best guess is that she is aware, but is stuck with the newborns, just like we wanted. There isn't much she can do," Jasper smugly replied, leaning back in his seat to my side. "Perhaps she's hoping we'll come back. Like you're just visiting your mother," he shrugged, his smirk stretching wider as he looked down at me.

"Like hell," Peter snorted, arrogance also gleaming in his dark eyes.

"Can you boys go a day without talkin' about all this? It is a special occasion, after all," Charlotte chastised, throwing them both a glare.

Special occasion seemed like an odd way to put it. After all, tomorrow I was going to die. Yes, I would be reborn... but would I be me? My stomach curled as I finally pushed away the rest of my picked at dinner that could still feed a family. The sweet last taste of chocolate clung to my lips as I washed it down with soda, taking extra care to notice the bubbles burning my throat.

"Your eyes are pitch black, Peter, and I'm sure mine are not much different," Charlotte sighed. "We should go for a quick hunt. We'll be back in the morning," Charlotte smiled, tugging Peter up from his chair.

It was disheartening to see all the rest of the food go to the trash instead of being saved—but what was the point? Helping Jasper clean the kitchen, I couldn't help my frazzled nerves. So many 'what if's' played in my head, not helping the cause at all. It would be much better to just not think about it, to just let whatever was meant to be, be, as Jasper once said. But just the tiniest reminder of that fiery burn in my wrist sent my heart galloping.

I was being a coward.

I jolted when two icy hands laid on my shoulders, squeezing my tense muscles. "Why don't you go take a hot shower?" Jasper's soothing voice suggested. Calm swiftly washed away my twisted emotions, giving me the smallest breath of air.

"That sounds like a good idea," I agreed, but was reluctant to leave. Right when his hands left me I would spiral back down. In a way, this anticipation made me nearly demand him to bite me right now. But Jasper had already made it clear that he was hunting in the morning—right before the change. He was taking no chances.

"We can talk about things when you're done," he reminded me, laying his chin on top of my head. "I know you're worried, Bella. I don't blame you, nor am I demanding you change tomorrow."

"I know." Cracking a small smile, I turned, leaning up to kiss him quickly. "But I want this. The change is just the price to pay," I sighed, shaking my head. Pulling myself away from his soothing embrace, I tossed him one last reluctant smile. "I'll hurry."

The truth was, this would probably be the longest shower of my entire life. Part of me was tempted to take a bath—yet I knew if I went that far, I probably wouldn't leave. So many thoughts were banging around inside my head as I grabbed a comforting pair of sweats and fresh towels.

The water was scorching as I checked the temperature, it an aching reminder that tomorrow, that would be nothing. Stop being a coward! It was infuriating wasting the last hours I had as a human dreading the burning fire that was creeping closer each minute.

Stepping into the shower, I tried to shove the inevitable far back into my mind. Still, that wasn't the only haunting thought that lingered in my head. Ever since Victoria started the newborn army, I have gotten a clear picture of what to expect as a newborn. Feral. Unstable. Thirsty. How long would it take for me to actually be me again?

How long would I be concerned with nothing but blood? I didn't want to forget everything important to me by being focused on a liquid, of all things. One that would apparently be the center of my universe. Would I be so different that I wouldn't care about Peter and Charlotte? So different that I wouldn't love Jasper like I do now?

Cold fear swept through me at just the thought. I couldn't lose him, and if I were out of my mind... Hot tears welled in my eyes, although I pretended it was nothing more than the scalding water of the shower.

Jasper said that after a year, newborns got a better grasp on themselves. So was that it? A year? I understood that I would eventually find myself, mentally. That was certain, at least I hoped. But physically, would anything ever matter more than blood? Even Jasper?

Gnawing on my bottom lip, I rinsed my hair as blood rushed into my cheeks. Would I still... want him? Of course I did now. There was nothing else I wanted more... right now. But when I was a newborn?

Shutting my eyes, I rested my forehead against the cool tiles. My thoughts were proven not to be on the nice side this day. But it was a good point—a point I wish I wouldn't have made.

Would he...?

I nearly drew blood as my teeth dug in a bit too hard. Releasing my abused lip, I tried to ignore the frustrating flutters in my stomach. Of course I wanted it—I have wanted it, for a while now. The entire time we have been here I have tossed the thought around, usually when Peter and Charlotte were hunting. But one agitating memory shut down the mere possibility before I could even try to pursue it.

Well, I did wonder... about you and me... someday...

I don't think that... that... would be possible for us.

Was it possible? Or was it just not possible for Edward? My lip stung sharply as I returned my teeth to it, angrily grabbing the soap as if it were the reason for my troubles. I couldn't help but wonder, however, if Jasper would have a different view on the subject than Edward had. It was no secret that Edward had been... tense with anything physical. His kisses had been chaste, his touches lighter than a feather. If I moved too fast or there was too much passion, he'd shut me down immediately.

Although Jasper was careful, he certainly never acted as though I were a porcelain doll that could shatter by the simplest of touches.

Could I handle it if he rejected me, too? My stomach did a somersault as I sucked in a deep breath. It was worth a shot, I thought. After all, what was there to lose? There was not anything else I hadn't experienced as a human that I would feel a loss by missing. This was the one thing... and I wanted to experience it with him before it was too late.

Tonight was my last chance.

Gathering as much courage as I could muster, I twisted the handles, shutting off the water. I mimicked a tomato as I stepped out of the shower, ringing out my hair before wrapping one of the fluffy white towels around myself. Brushing my teeth, it felt as though a war was at its climax in my head, both sides evenly matched.

Stepping towards the door, I paused before taking two back.

What was I doing? I had no plan—nothing that I could say. It wasn't like I could just ask! Nor could I just waltz out and throw myself at the man. Letting out a sigh that mimicked a growl, I threw my folded sweats a glance, wondering if I should just go on as if these thoughts had never come to mind. But I could also lose an opportunity by being a shy fool.

I love him. And he has made it no secret that he loves me. It wasn't like he'd laugh in my face—in fact, he would probably be angry I thought so little of myself.

Shaking my head, I blocked all thoughts as I yanked open the door, stepping into our room before my thoughts could drag me back down.

He was stretched out on the bed—one I wouldn't need after tonight—on top of the covers like usual. One of his books, that now mingled with mine in the bookshelves, laid in his hand, his eyes lazily drifting over the words.

I felt like a deer caught in front of headlights when the gold flickered up, freezing on me. Every inch his eyes made on me burned like fire as my cheeks continued to grow redder. I finally managed to suck in a breath as he raised a brow, cracking a grin while lowering his book.

"Forget a change of clothes?" he chuckled, tossing his book onto the side table.

"Um... yeah," I nodded, anxiously twiddling my fingers. I could hear my heart thumping off beat, pounding away in my ears. I knew he did as well as his expression became concerned.

"Are you okay? I've never felt you this nervous," he murmured, before understanding splashed within the gold. Only, he certainly didn't understand. Not this.

Deciding to go with it, I hesitantly walked over, sitting beside him. I didn't care that my towel was currently dampening the silver sheets—that was the least of my concerns.

"I have no idea what must be going through your head right now," Jasper sighed, leaning up. He definitely didn't. "All I can tell you, is it won't last. I'll be with you the entire time, and Peter-"

"That's not what I'm nervous about," I cut in, seeming to look everywhere in the room but at him.

His brows furrowed. "You're not-"

"No, I mean, I am nervous about that... ugh." Hanging my head, I squeezed my eyes shut. This was certainly not my forte. I may have grown more of a personality, but I was certainly still shy—and awkward.

"What are you nervous about, then?" The waves of calm he sent eased my nerves, the extra bit of courage being just what I needed.

Figuring I'd be positively no good with my words, I decided to try and give him the hint a different way. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against his as he jolted in shock. With his focus broken, the calming feeling quickly vanished, leaving my nerves on edge and my heart mimicking a humming bird's wings.

Jasper's curiosity still simmered, I knew, but he responded just as eager as I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him closer. Sliding my hands around to cup his cool cheeks, I could feel the confused expression etched onto his face as his hands lightly rested on my waist. Shakily, my fingers trailed down, cautiously sliding against his scarred neck while his glass-like tongue lined my already tormented bottom lip.

One button.

Sucking in a harsh breath, I could barely focus on the task at hand as his lips trailed my jaw, focusing finally on the hollow beneath my ear.

Two buttons.

My hands barely brushed against his freezing chest as the second button of his shirt came undone, exposing more and more. When would he understand? Or did he already and just not care?

Three buttons.

Warmth flushed throughout my veins, seeming to gather up in my stomach. I could feel his lashes grazing the skin of my neck as his lips continued their torture—how many buttons?

Four. Five. Six.

Jasper paused when I finished undoing the buttons. I was quick to brush the flannel shirt off of his shoulders before it was too late—or was it already?

"Bella..." I couldn't tell if he said my name lovingly or as a warning.

Looking up, I met with his cautious eyes, holding on to as much hope as I could muster. As one last futile effort before he said no, I focused intensely on all the want, desire, need... It hit like a brick wall.

"Christ," Jasper hissed, the last remnants of his golden eyes fading to pitch black. Snapping his eyes shut, I watched as he took a large, unneeded breath. "So this is why you were nervous."

Frowning, I focused on the pattern of the bedspread. Please don't pull away... "I want you... while I'm still me," I whispered, hoping by that alone he'd understand.

Frustrated lines appeared on Jasper's face as his frown deepened. "Bella... You will be you. Just-"

"After a year? Maybe more?" I growled, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. "All I'll be focused on is blood, Jasper. And I... want this... while you are my main concern. Not blood," I spat, as if it were the dirtiest word imaginable.

Opening his dark eyes, he hesitantly smiled. "I promise all of that will return. Who knows? It may be sooner than you think. But you won't be lost, Bella," he nodded confidently. "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. Your emotions will be out of whack—yes. More... intense, you could say. You will be thirsty, but it can be sated. You won't be sitting around, only thinking about blood."

My eyes dropped as I shook my head. He didn't understand. Feeling my annoyance build, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I hope you don't think that I would be unhappy. That I'd leave over something you couldn't help—something that you did for me," he scoffed, his eyes narrowing.

Worrying my lip, I shrugged. "Partly." Before he could toss me a lecture, I continued. "Also because I want to experience it while I still have a complete grasp on myself. I don't want... the first time to be me, unstable... I want it to mean something."

Just his sigh gave me my answer. Releasing my hips, he leaned back against the wooden headboard, his eyes defeated. "I could lose control... I could kill you," he whispered, sounding ashamed. The dull lighting in the room cast shadows that emphasized his frown.

"You already know that I trust you."

"It's not about trust." His hair swept into his face as he shook his head. "My mind would be somewhere else, Bella. Whether I want it or not, my focus would not be on being gentle enough to not break your bones, or accidentally biting... Jesus." Slapping a hand over his face, he allowed the room to be draped in silence.

The disappointment was staggering. Along with another emotion—one that was achingly familiar. But before I could even come to terms with what it was, Jasper's hand snatched out like a viper, his fingers wrapped tight around my wrist.

"Don't. Don't you dare even think that," he snarled, his black eyes pointed as he glared at me. "It's not about wanting to, Bella, it's what could happen if I did."

My eyes widened. "You mean... you want me?"

Jasper's eyes lightened a fraction, a certain twinkle within them as he smirked. Lifting my hand that he already grasped, he placed it on his chest, his palm lightly resting on top. I barely felt the outline of his many scars as he pulled my hand down, appreciating the stone muscles that quivered when my fingers grazed them. Following the line of golden hair beneath his navel, I met with denim. Trailing down his jeans, he finally paused.

Oh. I sucked in a harsh breath as his smirk grew. "Trust me, darlin'. I want you. Don't doubt that for a second," he rasped as my cheeks heated.

If that wasn't proof enough, I felt a startling amount of emotions slam into me at once. Desire. Impatience. Frustration. Need. Love. So many that evenly matched my own.

On the inside, I was doing a mini dance, knowing that I did that to Jasper Whitlock. Surely the world was about to explode, or the zombie apocalypse was about to begin. I couldn't help my shy smile as he released my hand, all hints of self-doubt melting away. Hesitantly, I lifted my hand, carefully outlining one of the many scars on his chest. Hearing the low hum in his throat, he seemed to approve.

"Can we just... try?" I whispered, avoiding his still-black eyes. "I believe you are strong enough. The fact that I am sitting here right now proves that. You asked if there would be anything I would regret... well I suppose this would be the one thing I would hate to lose. I love you, and I'm so terrified that I won't... be me for a long time. Please."

He was silent as I continued to outline the barely visible scars, my anxiety growing by the second. Scooting a bit closer, I bent to kiss one of the more rugged crescents on his side. A rough groan intermixed with a growl tore from his lips as I traced the freezing scar with my tongue.

Before I could blink, Jasper was once again looming above me, his fingers now digging into my waist. His jaw was tightly clenched shut while his eyes smoldered with resolve.

My eyes popped wide as his icy lips met mine, a new fury to them that I have yet to see—one that I would be lying if I said I didn't like. One of his hands snapped to my hair, his fingers knotting themselves into the already unruly tendrils as my heart sputtered. If I wasn't already going to change, I'd be worried something was seriously wrong due to how off it has been this day.

My scalp stung as he pulled my hair, just enough to manipulate my head to tilt, baring my neck. The gasp that unwillingly shoved its way past my lips was far more audible than I had intended—but I couldn't find myself to care. In fact, I believed that he was currently smirking as he teased the skin on my throat, maintaining enough care to only let his teeth graze.

Almost as if I were in a daze, I let my fingers shakily explore his bare torso, learning the places that made him shiver, that made his grip on me tighten, where each and every last scar rested. The sweet scent of honey and leather twisted my thoughts and sense of reason—almost like I was currently in a dream. One I would be very, very disappointed to wake up from.

When he removed his lips from my neck, I was almost afraid he was going to pull away again. But when I felt the jerk on my waist, then the subtle shift of my legs, I saw I was now straddling his hips.

I gaped at him, feeling the strain that was blocked only by denim and a thin towel.

"If I hurt you..." His voice drifted away.

"I'll tell you," I nodded surely, hope rising within me. Focusing even more on the desire, I could have sworn Jasper's eyes became even darker than they already were.

There was a beat of silence before the corner of his lips twitched.

"You make it hard to do right, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice an octave lower. "Nor do I even want to," he continued, sending a shiver down my spine as his left hand lifted, tracing the bottom of my towel. "Besides. Who am I to deny you somethin' you want just as much as I do?"

The towel fell away as his lips crashed into mine once more.

My head was groggy as I felt the bed shift. Half asleep, I barely took into count that it was obviously morning—the sunlight poking irritably against my shut eyes. It was still disconcerting, being so used to the always cloudy weather of Forks.

As my memories trickled back, I felt a new round of warmth coating my cheeks, along with an uncontrollable, impish grin. Last night had truly been the best of my entire life.

I was so sure that he would say no. That he would cut off any hint of the possibility. But I should have known better than to predict Jasper's decisions.

I could still feel the cold chill of his skin—even though I was positive it was a stinging fire last night. The gentle touch of his fingers, which later on grew to be anything but. His wicked lips that tormented either with kisses or that damned southern drawl that had come out even more when he wasn't focused. The harsh growls and out of control projection of emotions that swaddled me like a cocoon. Never had I felt more wanted, more loved.

My world had completely shattered, and in short, I felt like nothing less than a queen.

Peeking my eyes open, my smile stretched wider as Jasper's arm tightened around me. My head was still resting on his bare chest, although a blanket now protected my cheek from the chill. Meeting his eyes, I saw that the gold was indeed lighter—he must have hunted while I was still asleep. Good thing, because I didn't intend on moving.

His smile was warm. "'Mornin'," he gruffly mumbled, squeezing me even closer.

"Good morning," I hummed, letting out a happy sigh.

"How are you... feeling?" he asked, a hint of hesitance and slight fear in his voice.

Biting my lip, I shifted as much as I could in his prison-like grip. "Just a little sore. But other than that, I'm fine," I happily grinned.

Jasper's shoulders slumped with relief. Looking down, I saw that I was currently wearing his shirt, although I couldn't recall putting it on.

The corners of his lips dipped slightly, along with a wince I couldn't find a reason for. "I can't say... I was completely successful," he murmured.

Before I could ask why, he barely lifted the edge of his shirt to expose the skin of my waist. Along with the usual creamy paleness, dark bruises were beginning to blossom. Bruises that mimicked the shape of his hands almost perfectly.

I immediately shook my head, shoving the shirt back down. "Don't worry about that, Jasper," I brushed it off without another thought.

He sighed, running his free hand through his hair. "You and I both know it was unintentional... But it still upsets me to know that I..." His brows knit together as he fought for the words. "To know that I hurt you."

I shook my head, leaning up to lightly kiss him. "I know you didn't mean to. We both knew it wouldn't be... easy. And I can't remember ever being uncomfortable or in pain... To tell the truth, last night was the best night of my life," I whispered, smiling sheepishly up at him.

His answering smile was roguish, his eyes slightly dilating. "I couldn't agree more." His rumbling purr twisted my stomach, my legs unconsciously shifting.

"You know... I actually wouldn't mind staying human for a little while longer," I mused, biting my lower lip as I grinned. It was true, after all.

A warm laugh caused Jasper's chest to shake as he shook his head. "Darlin', once you're changed, it'll only be better. It's a miracle the furniture survived last night," he chuckled darkly.

Changing. It was today, I recalled with a sharp pang. The light atmosphere fell away as fear and uncertainty wound its way through me. I would be burning. Burning alive for three solid days. My heart would stop, and there would be no going back. No changing my mind and seeing my family again. No more eating, sleeping... although I wouldn't say those were true losses. I would be unstable-

Calm ended my thoughts before they went further.

"I told you last night we could talk about this. But you... got me pretty distracted," Jasper huffed, lightly kissing my temple.

"I know."

"Are you still afraid of... how you will be?" he asked, that being the best way to put it, I supposed.

Looking up at the bright yellow of his eyes, I shrugged my shoulders, uncertain. Tracing my finger across his collarbone, I ignored the tingling as it grew numb from the cold. It was a miracle I didn't become an ice cube last night.

"A little, I guess. I mean, I'm glad I got to be close to you before my emotions went haywire. I know you'll help me get them straight. It's just... I don't know what to expect. It's hard to believe that I'll be so different... so lost that I'd be willing to kill people."

Jasper nodded, reaching up to take my hand. "We'll take it step by step, Bella. There's no rush. Don't forget that I trained newborns—although I certainly won't be training you," he snorted, cracking a wry grin. "If your emotions switch rapidly, I can calm them. I'll be with you on your first hunt, along with helping you get used to your new strength. Peter and Charlotte will be here, too. You won't be alone. I don't want you to be afraid of that."

Nodding, I buried my face away in the crook of his neck. "Where are Peter and Charlotte?"

"Downstairs. If you'd like to see them before, you can call them up. Or if you want to wait another day or two, the choice is yours."

No. I can't hide from it forever. And I might as well just get it over with, shouldn't I? After all, the sooner he bites me, the sooner I change. The sooner it will be a thing of the past.

Looking up, I smiled warily. "No. I'm ready now. Are... you?" I whispered.

It wasn't like I was the only one terrified for what was to come. Even though Jasper masked his fear well, I could still see it hauntingly looming in the back of his eyes. He told me he hasn't changed anyone since the newborn wars—when he still drank from humans. Nor did he truly care about making a mistake back then. This was just as terrifying for him as it was for me.

I noticed his eyes freeze, that same look of awe that I've never been able to understand. "I'm... worried," he admitted, while unnecessarily swallowing. "But confident. It's an odd combination," he chuckled.

I smiled lightly, nodding my head. "I love you, Jasper." It was just as much of a reminder as it was my approval. Focused completely on him, I almost didn't notice Peter appear in the doorway. Just in case.

His grip on me tightened, his gold eyes for just one moment appearing vulnerable as they gazed over me. "I love you, Bella."

My heart stuttered as he leaned down, lightly kissing me as if I were about to float away. Pulling back too soon, his lips grazed to my neck, and I knew... this was it. Gripping his shoulders tightly, I felt him pause where my pulse thumped harshly against his lips. One moment he took, testing himself.

Then his teeth broke through my skin, blood spilling to the surface.

Hey everyone! So sorry for the long wait, I know it has been far too long. Life can make it quite difficult to maintain a good updating schedule, but I will try to post new chapters as often as I can. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and please let me know what you thought! Thank you again for all of the reviews!