I bolted from his room and was in mine within a second. I slammed the door shut and threw my back against it, allowing my body to slide down. After about ten minutes of listening to my shaky, ragged pants, I crawled over to the side of the room, into a small corner where no light shone through the window. I tucked my knee's under my chin and burried my face in that tunnel between my stomach and knee's. I shut my eyes so tightly closed that water formed on the brim of my eyelashes and small tears started to spring at the corner of my eyes, one small petrified tear made its way down my face but dried before it reached my chin, I soon realized that that wasn't my eyes merely watering, it was a true tear. I felt hurt and more then anything...betrayed.

I stayed in that same position for days, my stomach begged to be fed and my hair yearned to be washed, but I refused to move. Rave had heard about this from his servants and he came into check, once he saw me he grew angry,

"Eat." he ordered, sliding a tray of food towards me.

I stared at him with bloodshot eyes, he left, once again angry as I sat soulless and abused. Farah's death replayed in my mind and it slowly ate my sanity away, well; the little bit I had of it left. The next day Rave came in but I barely noticed, his face was contorted in exhaustion before his eyes layed upon my vein, I didn't flinch or gasp when his fang's elongated and harshly broke the weak layer of skin on my neck. After that, I didn't notice nor care when he came in, but I knew from the soreness in my body that he did.

Deep down I knew our compromise was never to work, but I just refused to admit it, why? I don't know. During the days, I didn't have the choice whether to get up and go to the stranger's bed or stay in my spot, my body had become weak, frail and very very pale almost a ghostly shade. My body didn't ache any longer but carried with a comfortable numb feeling that blocked out any pain...and that inched me closer to what my heart desired; death. The wall had become my best friend and I was its. The eerie silence that spread through out the room wasn't bothersome any longer, but filled the space between one breath to the next. My voice hadn't been heard in days or weeks, I'm not to sure. At one point when I had fallen asleep, I am sure Rave ordered the servants to scarf food down my throat, or made me drink water...but I can't remember which came first.

My body was barely staying alive due to what the condition I was staying in but I wasn't here. I sat with my eyes closed, I couldn't feel, and my throat was closing slowly. It was as if my body was shutting down, and I would be grateful if it was. It's clear that my life wasn't meant to be a happy one. My parent's abused me, they even bet for my life, and when I thought that my new 'master' would be nice...he wasn't. I was sick of this life and I had waited for so long that it would just change but it never did. It always stayed the same...just getting worse. It was clear to me now that even the happy things in my life just died away, that my fate was to die without being loved. Farah and Layla died and it might have been because they came in contact with me.

Finally my stomach clenched one last strangling hold and I felt a sharp pain travel up my stomach, through my throat and it hit directly at the back of my head. It was like war going on inside of me. I muffled a scream and before I knew it...I was gone.

Rave's POV

Her body lay motionless on the bed. Aaliyah's face was drained of color, her rib bone's where clearly noticeable underneath her skin. She was literally, just skin and bones.

"I promised you I would kill you." Cameron growled, holding her gun to my head. But I couldn't take my gaze away from the girl.

My heart ached as the past days played like a movie in my head. That first time I came in and the anger that coursed through my body, and I cringed at how many times I became a savage beast and fed from her, Aaliyah's eyes would stay red rimmed and half open. Like she was a heart-less zombie.

How could I do this too her? I had starved myself for days, worrying about Aaliyah and how I would never touch a hair on her head again. Yet, I do this. I hurt her emotionally and physically.

Then it hit me with full force...

I killed her, I killed Farah. How could I do that? She had been so kind. A low growl escaped my lips.

"What do you have to say for yourself? Any last words, Mathews?"

But I ignored Cameron's words. It was too late to say anything, maybe it would be better off if I was dead. Then I wouldn't have to hurt Aaliyah, and I wouldn't kill anyone else. I wouldn't be a monster.

Cameron pushed the gun harder to my head, "Well?" She snarled. Right then, Aaliyah's lips parted and a small, barely detecable whimper was heard. I was by her side in a second, holding her hand. A louder groan was heard.

"Aaliyah?! Aaliyah!" I nearly yelled. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and what I saw...wasn't...right. Instead of the beautiful hazel color, it was a dull crimson red color. Aaliyah blinked a couple times and it slowly receeded to its original color. I glanced at Cameron to see if she saw, but she looked unfazed.

When Aaliyah took in my face, her eyes widened in fear. I sighed, "I'm not going to hurt you." I whispered, my voice breaking at the grief I felt. She still cringed when I spoke. "I'm..sorry.." I whispered again.

Words formed on her lips and I quickly understood what she was trying to say 'our promise'.

"Yes, I know I broke that. But...it was the blood lust. Being a vampire, it's hard. I don't feed often anymore, and...th-that's because of you Aaliyah."

Cameron handed Aaliyah a glass of water. She gulped it down greedily, "Me...what do you mean me?"

I opened my mouth to explain but my brother burst through the doors. "Rave...you might want to see this.." He said urgently, glancing at Aaliyah, his eyes softened. I squeezed her hand and followed him outside.

"What?"

"Diana...well, just watch this." I glanced at the t.v and saw that there had been 6 new killings, all with blood drained out. The stomach ripped open. This was Diana's way to kill, I knew this was.

"We'll take care of that later, alright?" I said in an irritated voice, "You need a real introduction with your mother anyway."

"Our mother. Don't leave me out just because you hate her."

I chuckled and walked back into the room. Aaliyah opened her mouth to yawn and what I saw was un-expected. I was shocked. They were fangs, vampire fangs, though not as long. I only got a glimpse of it, one fang revealed itself from her lips. I blinked but when I looked again, it was gone. Was it my mere imagination? I glanced at Cameron again, and I knew, she saw. Cameron was biting her lip and looking at me worridely.

"I'm..going to get you something to eat." I said to Aaliyah in an off voice. She looked at me and nodded. I walked out, following my brother's scent. He was sitting in the living room, resting his arms on his knee's that cuddled his face. As I walked in he looked at me,

"I need your help." I said urgently. Michael stood up,

"What is it?"

So I explained to him my theory, "What do you think?"

Michael's eyebrows were furrowed, "You know what I think. Aaliyah doesn't look one bit like her parents, has a completey different blood type, and with the eye color changing and the fangs? You know what I think. I think she might be a vampire."

AN,

I'm sorry sorry sorry it was so short! And I'm sorry sorry sorry it took uber long! :) but I'm back and I'm going to start writing more. And I PROMISE it will be longer in the next chapter.