Hey everyone! I know, I know it has been a REALLY long time since I had posted anything and that is mostly due to the fact that my computer ended up passing away on me :( so I had to wait to get another one but maybe the real reason is because, well, this story is almost coming to a close and it makes me a little sad lol.

This chapter is long (I did so because I felt bad for laggin' ass on it) and also deals with Kaylee's change. I honestly don't know what it would really be like turning into a soulless creature who only cares about blood but I don't think it would be instant, so I decided to keep certain human aspects about her that you'll see through to the end. The beast inside dealing with those lingering human emotions.

Anyways guys, ENJOY!

It felt like I was sleeping and that all the things I was seeing were just a dream; a really bad, fucked up dream. My mind was flipping through every memory I had like a slide show starting from my first memory I cared to remember: my six year old birthday party.

I think that was the happiest I had ever been. Mom had just had Charley and they had trusted me enough to hold him by myself. I'd bragged for months that my little brother was better than everyone else's, even feeling like I had convinced my teacher Mrs. Abernathy.

Slowly my mind flickered through every single one of them until it arrived at the day I had come back to my mom's. Suddenly Jerry consumed my vision his image pressing through the heavy grogginess I felt until I could make him out perfectly. He flashed me that amazing smile of his and instantaneously I was happy, completely surpassing the happiness I had felt when I had held Charley. I wanted to reach out for him, beckon him to come to me, but I didn't have to because he came to me and quickly enveloped me in his arms. A lazy smile widened my lips as I laid my head down on his shoulder. I felt blissfully content being wrapped there in his arms; morbidly so. In a way it almost reminded me of when I had done ecstasy for the first time when I was fifteen followed by way too much Jack Daniels.

It had made me feel euphoric and my mind sluggish with the combination; exactly how I felt being wrapped in Jerry's arms.

Taking my head from his shoulders I looked up at him and felt my heart swell with terror. I tried to tear myself away from him but it was useless. Jerry didn't even look like him or at least what my human idea of what he should look like. He had transformed into something monstrous and terrifying but underneath it I knew it was him. He looked to be turned on by my fear the creepiest smile spread across that too wide of a mouth with nothing but row upon row of razor sharp teeth reminding me of a shark.

Ed.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion after that: I was still struggling to get away from him, pounding my fists redundantly into his chest, as he held me easily in place. I was screaming now at the top of my lungs trying to sink down to my feet but he held me there. He drew out my terror, savoring the scent of it on the air, until finally he gripped me tightly by the nap of my neck and exposed it. I knew what was coming next or rather knew it had already happened but still I struggled and fought against it until that razor sharp mouth bit down onto my throat. It felt worse than the barbwire that had bit into my skin countless times when I had hoped fences; those memories dimming as he drank me down until there was nothing left.

Too my body this signified my real death that I had practically embraced earlier and instantly my body became animated with a strange thrum; convulsing then agonizingly stiffening up as if it was going through its own sort of rigor mortis. Lasting for barely a minute before that thrum shot through my fingers tips; for a second making me believe that I could move them. I even thought I was breathing, moving, but I wasn't. My head began to pound as all kinds of sounds entered into what little space I had making me want to scream at the annoyance of it all.

Bits and pieces of fevered talking, what sounded like feet pounding on floorboards, the continuing teasing beats of hearts passing by me, and the quiet flowing sound of blood pumping underneath. Every sound pulsated around me; off in the distance I could hear an alarm, the clinking of pots and pans in a kitchen…It all became background noise to the thing that I held onto the most: the rushing sound of blood.

A part of me was still trying to believe that this was just a sick dream but the brutal truth remained; I was already dead.

It felt like my body was doing all of these movements but I knew it wasn't, not really. I was trapped inside my mind as my body continued to re-animate itself.

Finally I woke up and gasped for air only to have it filled with dirt. Panic took me as I struggled to find my way out of my earthly prison. My hands began to claw at the dirt around me as my legs struggled to push myself in any direction but I had no idea which way I was going. I could've been digging myself in deeper into this earth bound crypt of mine; the thought alone making my movements more frantic. I clawed harder and faster not daring to let my mind linger on my previous thoughts.

The tips of my fingers wiggled out into what I could tell was open space and this time I did let the panic take hold of me as it helped me make my way out. Little by little my body twisted out of the dirt; first my hands, arms, and finally my head. Once I had my shoulders out the dirt began to fall apart and in a matter of seconds the rest of my body was forced out, as if the earth was giving birth to me. It sent me sliding down a large pile of dirt until I collapsed in a heap at the bottom.

A very large part of me wanted to nestle back into the earth that surrounded me feeling as if I had just abandoned my home. The other part of me, the sane part I figured, was telling myself that this was twilight zone weird.

Slowly I opened my eyes and focused on the ceiling. It was completely pitch black wherever I was but even in all this darkness my eyes easily adjusted. Off in the distance there was a single light and when I turned my neck just a little too look at it I quickly looked away letting out a hiss. My eyes began to focus in and out like what felt like the lens of a camera with the after effects of the light still dancing around the edges of my eyes. Everything seemed to be in sharp focus; so sharp I could easily spot the splinters in the floorboards above me and through the small cracks beyond.

"What the fuck are you doing?" A harsh whisper came from the darkness. "You aren't supposed to be up yet."

I could hear perfectly the man's footsteps as his feet sank into the soft dirt as he came towards me. His words came out crisp letting me know his precise location as he made his way towards me. The more I listened as whoever it was came closer I realized he wasn't breathing but then again neither was I.

As if my body had needed reminding instantly I took a deep breath having to roll over seconds later as I coughed out dirt and the air itself. It felt so foreign taking a breath. My body didn't want it and it certainly didn't need it.

"You don't need to breathe Kay; you're dead."

That voice. I knew that voice. When my body was finally done coughing I rolled back onto my back and looked up at the person standing over me and was surprised to see it was Ed, but he looked…different.

He no longer was wearing his glasses which gave him this strange cute baby look and his skin was just a smidgen paler. Everything else on Ed did not look natural; his eyes were now a deep coal black that seemed to only be spreading until the whites of his eyes disappeared. His mouth staying lax so his teeth had room. No, Ed wasn't the same measly kid who had lived only a few blocks over from me most of my entire life, but then again, neither was I.

"Ed?'

A smirk slid across his features exposing fang as he reached down to help me stand.

"Were you expecting someone else?" he teased.

Ed easily had me up and standing and kept a tight hold of my arm as I rocked unsteadily on my feet.

"Where are we?"

"I think you already know the answer."

Looking over at him I wanted to snap at him to quit playing games but when my eyes scanned the dark and empty room (sans the mound upon mound of dirt) I realized I did know where I was. In fact I knew the room in vivid detail from my dream the previous night. It was Jerry's basement were I had been with him or had I? The more and more my eyes looked around the room a cold lump started in my throat as my mind tried to make sense of everything.

When my eyes hit the light again I immediately hid my face against Ed's shoulder closing them tight. I was beginning to wake up and as I did so did my senses. Underneath it all was a growing hunger that had been asleep along with me like a sleeping giant but we were both awake now and the longer we were both awake the more the hunger grew.

Raising my head up from his shoulder I unconsciously rubbed my cheek against it. My eyes scanned for a source of life down here with us but there was none; agitated now I shoved away from Ed and was now able to stand on my own.

Where was he?

"How long have I been down here?"

My throat felt dry. I needed something to drink...

"That's not what you really wanted to ask Kay and you know it."

Ed was right it wasn't. I wanted to know where Jerry was; I needed to know.

I stared at him absentmindedly as I moved languidly around on the soft dirt floor. My toes curled in pleasure with each step, strangely making me feel like a kid at the beach. I could feel my lips curling in a smile as I wiggled my feet in deeper not paying any mind to the boy behind me. That's when I caught it: the heavy sound of boots on the hardwood floor. Instantly my attention was brought up as I listened to the thud as the boots made their way across the floor; the heavy footsteps knocking dirt down from the floorboards up above. Automatically the adrenaline began to surge through me as I moved back to stand protectively in front of Ed. A strange sensation moved over my mouth and I could feel my teeth sharpen. This should've freaked me out but instead it did nothing but fill me with a sense of excitement and with an eagerness to feed. Ed on the other hand didn't seem to think whoever was making their way down the stairs was a threat because he remained perfectly calm.

They were closer now, whoever they were, and the anticipation I felt was beginning to feel like too much until I finally sensed it. The person coming down the basement steps wasn't an intruder but someone who felt like home. If I had had a pulse it would've came alive as Jerry rounded the corner and stood in his uniform like combination of black t-shirt and dark jeans.

I stood up straight as I looked at him in awe taking every ounce of self-control I had not to rush to him.

"You're awake."

Jerry made his way towards me, his movements graceful like a cat, as he shot Ed a not so friendly glare before his eyes rested back on me. Elation replacing the look of scorn that had been given just a millisecond before.

"I don't know what happened, sir. She just-I don't know-woke up."

He stopped in front of me and cupped my face in his hand, running his thumb lightly over my cheek.

"She's strong just like I knew she would be," Jerry replied, pride evident in his voice. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes," I breathed.

I felt too far away from him even though there was barely inches of space between us; I couldn't stand it. I moved forward and filled that space until there was nothing between us. I rested my hands on his hips as Jerry wrapped his arms around me, as if cradling me. He brushed aside some stray hair and dirt a bemused expression on his face but I didn't care.

This-This is what I had woken up for. I had needed to be next to him, everything now feeling more complete. My body needing to be near him and loving him more than it had loved the solitude and love of that of the earth that had given me rebirth. None of this I needed to say to him because somehow Jerry had already known.

He took a step back and took my hand as he led me towards the stairs.

"Come on. We've got to get you cleaned up."

My only response was a light shake of my head as I followed him up the stairs. As we neared the top of the stairs and the open door that led out into the open living room above my skin began to itch with the promise of pain unmistakable.

It was hot; incredibly hot. The heat reminding me that of an oven or a curling iron if it had been placed on the sun. Instinctively I began to try and pull my hand out of his but Jerry held on tight. I began to scream, my face and mouth contorting, the sound ungodly as I became frantic to get him to let me go but Jerry was so much stronger.

Jerry was already at the edge of the steps and was still holding on tight as my nails scratched at his arm.

"Kaylee! Kaylee!"

I didn't care to answer and I didn't want too. The bastard was trying to kill me!

With one hard tug on my arm I was launched forward out of the basement and into the living room with him. The scorching sensation I had felt walking up had instantly erupted into what felt like burning that itched along my skin. My only thought was that he had killed me.

Jerry shook me hard to get me to shut up and was still shouting my name.

"Kaylee you are alright! You're not burning you just need to feed. Listen to me goddamn it!"

He shook me one last time before his words sunk in and I grew limp in his arms. I kept excepting to feel my heart pounding, my chest rising and falling in panic, but I didn't breathe and I was dead.

I looked up at him through loose strands of hair and instantly tried to hit him.

"Why didn't you just fucking tell me that before we came up here?"

"I thought you would trust me. Why would I bring you up here just to burn?"

"Because you're a sick son of a bitch," I muttered, now grumpy.

He laughed lightly as he took hold of my hand again.

"Cute."

We started towards the stairs and I couldn't help myself as I molded against him as we passed by the blacked out windows. The sun was still bright enough however to make its presence known. We made quick work of the stairs and were quickly inside of the bathroom. Letting go of my hand I watched as Jerry walked over to the shower and turned it on. Not a moment later the giant shower head came to life, spraying water, as he moved to pull a towel out of the cabinet that resided over the toilet.

I wondered how dirty I must be, having woken up in a dirt bed, but when I turned to the mirror I was greeted with an empty reflection. Damn, that would certainly put a damper on putting on makeup now wouldn't it?

I was jarred out of my thoughts when I felt Jerry's hands touch my shoulders and shivered as his fingers caressed down to my elbows. His fingers fell down to the hem of my shirt and teasingly played with it, the backs of his fingers tickling along my lower back until finally he began to slowly raise it, his fingers still caressing their way up my back. I raised my arms for him and watched as my shirt fell to the floor before I faced forward staring at an empty mirror. He made quick work of my shorts and underwear until I stood their naked and for once was relieved that my heart couldn't be heard.

His fingers mapped out delicate places on my body as he closed the space between us and swept my hair over to one shoulder his lips falling instantly onto my bare neck and shoulder. Jerry snaked his hands around my sides, gliding their way up slowly to take firm hold of my breasts. All the while his fangs were lightly leaving small trails of fresh blood.

I let out a shaky breath surprised that I had even taken one. Suddenly his teeth sank sharply in my shoulder blade and I was only held up by his hands as my knees wilted. A gasp escaped me as my hands clawed at the counter of the sink, my body shaking in bliss.

When Jerry released his mouth from me the displeasure was instant. He turned me around to face him and my blood was yet again smeared around his mouth. I could briefly feel some of it running smoothly down my back, his hand smearing it as he pulled me in and collided his mouth down onto mine. The taste of blood was enough to send me into a frenzy; my tongue dancing around the tip of his fangs as it searched for just a taste. As we kissed he moved me back towards the shower until I was at its edge. Releasing my lips he pointed behind us:

"Go clean yourself off."

I wanted to protest and argue but looking up into those obsidian eyes I knew it would be a waste so instead I turned and stepped inside the shower like I was told. The hot water washed over me and as I dunked my head underneath the stream I became transfixed as I watched a pink hue mix with the water and circle around the drain.

The sound of ruffling clothing caught my attention and when I turned to look I froze as Jerry's shirt fell to the floor. Unable to look away I licked my lips nervously as I watched his hands undo his belt, having already taken off his boots, and removed them. Once he was finished he made his way into the shower and quickly took me back into his arms.

Our lips met and instantly we began to devour each other as we passed through the stream of water until he had me pined against the wall.

The water was blisteringly hot; to a human their skin probably would've been scalded and might've received second degree burns. It barely warmed my skin compared to the heat I felt so close to Jerry.

His fingers dug roughly into my thighs before he quickly lifted me up and instantly I wrapped my legs around him. My body had begun to shake once more and it continued to intensify, craving for Jerry to end it. He pulled back from my lips his eyes eaten by the obsidian darkness I had feared not too long ago and exposed his neck to me.

"Drink," he ordered.

I wanted to do as he asked, my teeth already growing jagged as I stared at his neck, and then back at him. I didn't care I had never done this before; my hunger that I had forgotten about eagerly reared its head and reminded me of its presence. The need to feed became too much and without another thought I bit down on his neck, my teeth easily cutting through the flesh.

My mouth was rapidly filled with the hot, syrupy liquid and I greedily tried to gulp every bit of it down. In the movies they had always made it look so glamorous with no mess and no fuss but that wasn't the case here unless I was automatically doing it wrong. You could hear every greedy gulp I swallowed and I could feel small spills of blood seep its way past my lips every time.

His breath caught as his hand shot out hard puncturing a hole in the bathroom tile as the nails on his hand that was clutching onto my waist made jagged wounds down my back. The pain only seemed to increase my frenzy and I bit down even harder. He ripped me away by my hair and I snarled at him, angry that he had taken me away from feeding. Jerry snarled back against my lips, his hands still buried deep in my hair.

Our lips met one last time before he entered me fast and sharp, sending me bucking back against the cool tile. I screamed my pleasure against his lips as his mouth quickly swallowed it up as he continued to thrust, sending my body into tiny waves of pleasure. He moved us from the wall as he collapsed down on to his knees and this time I rode him as I arched back feeling so close. I bucked back harder when he sunk his teeth into the side of my ribs just under my breast, screaming wordlessly as the growing warmth that had been building between my legs spilled over.

Jerry lifted me up and ate my screams once more as his thrusts quickened only sending me over again. His nails sank into my thigh as I rode him down this time making sure I was the one who made him scream.

I was standing back in front of the mirror as I soberly brushed out my hair. I didn't know why I was even in front of the damn thing. It had been established just a few hours earlier that I couldn't see myself so why the hell was I looking? Setting down the brush I placed my hands against the side of the sink as I continued to stare, angrily now, into the mirror. Rolling my tongue around my mouth I leaned forward a few more inches thinking that I would somehow magically appear. Annoyed, I lashed out and smashed my fist into the stupid thing; it shattered the minute my fist connected with it and continued on straight through the wall.

"Well fuck," I muttered.

Taking my hand back I noticed that a large shard of glass had been shoved through the skin. Without hesitation I pulled it out, hissing through my teeth, before throwing it into the sink. Leaning over I went to turn on the faucet to run some cold water over it when I noticed that the blood had stopped flowing and the ligaments were reattaching.

"You'll get used to not having a reflection."

Believe it or not I jumped. Some vampire I was…

I glanced over at the door and found him re-dressed in a long sleeve coal colored t-shirt and his infamous dark jeans, relaxing casually in the doorframe.

"You'll also learn that it works in your favor. You're buying me a new mirror," he pointed before he moved from the doorframe and took off for the stairs.

Silently I mocked him as I glanced back in the direction of the now busted mirror. I suppose I had forever to learn to get used to not seeing myself. I wondered if I would end up forgetting what I even looked like.

Letting out a heavy sigh I trailed after him wondering where he had gone. I didn't have to search very far when I came down the stairs and noticed he was in the kitchen.

"Now what could a vampire possibly be doing in a kitchen?" I mused as I came into the room.

An amused look crossed his features as he shut the fridge and turned around to face me, a cold Budweiser in hand.

"Kaylee," he began.

"Yeah?"

Setting the beer down on the island he made his way around to stand in front of me, his fingers delicately touching the ends of my wet hair.

"I need you to do something for me."

"Anything."

My answer seemed to have pleased him because he filled the rest of the space between us quickly and planted a small kiss on my cheek.

"Good girl."

Jerry had been right; the sun didn't hurt so badly once I had feed. It now just reminded me of an ant bit; more annoying than it could ever be painful. Even still as I made my way across the front of his lawn and onto my mother's I couldn't help but want to hiss in the direction it had gone down in. I fought the urge knowing that I wasn't the only one outside at the moment and boy did I wish I was.

Every sound seemed to be magnified by a thousand: car doors slamming, couples arguing, kids laughing, and even the damn birds chirping. But the one sound that I heard constantly and played like delicate music above the rest was the pulsing of blood pumping.

I had to dig my nails into the palms of my hands as I kept trying to stay focused on the task at hand. But god was it fucking difficult. It was as if the blood called to me like a sick and twisted lullaby. At times I had even found myself humming along with the beat.

My eyes scanned the surrounding houses until I found the closest cause of all the noise. Six houses down was a small girl who appeared to be no more than seven. She was skipping carelessly in front of her house as her mother struggled to gather groceries from the car. She repeatedly called for the little girl to come to where she was at but the girl continued to ignore her.

I could have easily walked down to the woman and offered her my assistance and gained entrance into their home. It would be almost too easy as if it had been set up. I had stopped walking now and like any real predator I had been nothing but if not focused on my prey. Taking notes and surveying the surrounding areas to make sure no one else was around the house. It appeared they were the only two who lived there.

I shook my head wildly as I fought to bring my attention back to the task at hand. I moved, maybe just a little too quickly, over to my mother's front door and knocked vigorously pleading that she would answer.

I knew that she and Charley were both home and that La was in too. I could hear their breathing even through the door but none of it compared to the sound of what was six houses down. My fangs had already begun to sprout and I fought to make them disappear.

A large part of me had just wanted to reach out and open the door but I could feel the barrier from the doorframe if I even so much as thought to try and go through.

"Who is it?"

"Mom, mom it's Kay."

In a matter of seconds the door flew open and there stood before me was my enraged mother. Funny how much frailer she seemed now.

"Where the hell have you been?" she demanded.

"Aren't you gonna let me in first? Wouldn't want the neighbors to hear now would you?"

Her features grew tight as her fury grew.

"Get your ass in here now!"

I couldn't help but smile sadistically as I moved to enter the house.

The barrier I had felt just a few seconds earlier had disappeared as I breached through the door. Once I was inside my body shivered; it had felt like I'd had to shove my way through the damn thing, as if the house still wanted nothing to do with me.

Slamming the door shut behind me my mom moved to stand in front of me her arms crossed, obviously waiting to hear what I had to say.

"You going to tap your foot next?" I baited.

"What in the hell has gotten into you?"

"I'm sorry mom I've had a really…interesting night."

"Kaylee it's been close to two days." That was news to me. "I've tried your cellphone but LaLa found it in your room. I thought something serious had happened to you."

Something had but there was no need for her to find that out just yet.

The anger was beginning to ebb into the background as her distress over the last two days began to show. The lines in her face deepening only making her pretty face take on a much older look. She uncrossed her arms as she reached over to tug on my shirt.

"Where did you get this?" she asked.

"Jerry gave it to me-"

"Jerry?"

Her hand quickly dropped the shirt now as if it had just bit her. By the expression on her face you would've thought it had.

"Yeah I was staying over at his house."

"Well that's news to me. I had asked the son of a bitch if he had seen you and he had reassured me he hadn't."

"Yeah I uh asked him not to tell you. I didn't want you to make a huge deal out of it, yeah know."

Her mouth opened and closed reminding me of a fish gasping for air. Suddenly the sound of her pulsing heart came slamming into me. Shaking my head I tried to get rid of its sound but I noticed it was beginning to race faster. I cocked my head to the side as I studied her; her fists clenching and unclenching beside her and the slight rising and falling of her chest.

She was angry, angry that I had been with him and that he had lied. I caught myself smiling again, amused at her reaction, when I took a step towards the stairs.

"Hey is Charley home?"

It looked like she was battling a thousand thoughts at once as she shook her head lightly, a hand rising to smooth over the top of her ponytail.

"Yeah he's upstairs in his room. He's been freaking out thinking you had just up and disappeared while you were with your boyfriend, by the way. Before you do anything you might want to go and let him know you're still alive; give the kid some peace of mind."

Her words were laced with spite and I felt my eyes lower seeing as how it was my turn to become angry. She would like to think that I had just up and left again, that I hadn't learned my lesson the first time that I had done it.

"I'll be sure to do that," I spat back as I ascended the stairs.

"Oh and Kaylee make sure you give your new boyfriend his shirt back."

She always had to have the last damn word. I watched her turn her back to me and head back into the living room no doubt fuming the whole way.

Rolling my tongue around in my mouth I danced it around the pointed edges of my teeth. The wood of the railing was beginning to groan its discomfort as I continued to squeeze it, taking everything I had left in me not to run after her. Instead I made my way up the stairs aggravation coursing through me as I fought to keep myself in check.

I had gotten my way back inside the house like Jerry had asked and it would only be a matter of minutes before he was here. I kept reminding myself of that as I made my way down the hall running my hands along the wall and knocking down picture frames as I went. As I was passing by Charley's room I noticed that the door was hanging open and a racking sound was coming from within.

With my hand still gliding along the wall I came to a stop in his doorframe, my body resting fluidly against it. The kid was sitting in a chair carving out what looked like a small stake. Charley's brow was furrowed in concentration as he moved the blade over and over across the wood, trying to make quick work of it.

I knocked gently on the inside of his door. He glanced up, his heart rate rising, as I received a startled look of relief as he threw the knife down on his bed and tucked the stake loosely into his back pocket.

"Kaylee!"

He made his way quickly around his bed and stopped just a few feet away from me.

"Hey kiddo what are you up too?"

I nodded to the knife on the bed knowing he knew what I meant. Charley looked back anyways, his eyes darting from me to everything else in the room, as he shrugged his shoulders. When his eyes finally fixed on me however they squinted just a little as he eyed me carefully.

"You know just stuff," he muttered softly. "Hey Kay where have you been? I've been looking all over for you."

This I knew to be true.

Jerry had told me all about how Charley had broken into his house. The kid had come looking for me and instead had found Doris who he had allowed Charley to drag out into the sun where she exploded. Jerry had also told me, that Charley needed to die. He had become a nuisance; more trouble than he was worth.

So here I was infiltrating the house like a double agent, waiting for that moment when I was told to strike. But looking at my baby brother now I couldn't help but notice the elation he felt that I was here, standing in his room. I could actually feel it but underneath that I could tell that his mind was trying to tell him to stay away, that I was a threat standing in his room, but the kid kept fighting it and pushing it away. He thought I was alright and suddenly I had felt like a knife had been pierced through my heart. I bit my lip to keep from gasping and tried to smile through it knowing that I had been sent here to help kill my little brother.

I moved forward until I was a few inches away from him and played with some of his baby curls.

"I went out for a bit; had a lot on my mind and just needed to get away for a bit but I'm back now. Don't worry Charley I won't ever leave you again, alright?"

I don't know why I had been compelled to tell him that last part but I could see that it had only helped ease his mind. He knocked my hand away playfully both of us laughing lightly as I moved back towards his door.

"Where you going?"

"I gotta go change fool been in the same clothes for days."

With that I turned on my heel and made a beeline for my room making a quick note that LaLa was in the bathroom before I shut my door. I leaned against the door for a moment as I collected my thoughts before I made my way over to the closet looking for something else to put on. I decided on a simple tee shirt and jeans.

Striping out of Jerry's shirt and my shorts I went over and started to change even applying some of my Pink lotion. As I began to put on my jeans I couldn't help but laugh at how normal this all was but how incredibly different I felt. After I latched my jeans closed I moved back over to the bed to pick up my shirt when the door opened and by the smell alone I knew that it was LaLa who had walked in.

"Bitch where has your funky ass been-"

His words fell short as he no doubt saw the bite marks and scratches that Jerry had left all over me. They were barely beginning to heal and itched like a motherfucker.

I took my time putting on my shirt not caring that he had seen; his fear however was beginning to make me hungry. Once my shirt was on I spared a glance over my shoulder at him and saw that he was damn near shaking as he edged his was slowly back towards the door.

"What the hell did you let him do to you?"

I turned to face him a smile spreading across my lips. From the look of terror that came over his face I could only assume that my eyes had been consumed by the same darkness that Ed had and with a flick of my tongue I could feel my teeth growing.

Everything seemed to slow down as I narrowed in on him; the scent of his fear becoming intoxicating as he opened his mouth to scream. In one fluid motion I moved towards him and was easily behind him as I wrapped my hand securely around his mouth. It was almost too easy how I was able to keep his struggling body in place with just that one hand. LaLa never gave up though as his panic and fear drove his body into a frenzy, fighting desperately for me to let him go.

I kept him suspended there between his fear and the unknown; wondering what I would do to him as I drew out his fear. Leaning in to his ear I whispered, "He has done nothing but given me a gift."

With my hand still over his mouth I jerked his head back hard exposing his throat, and without another word, sank my teeth deep into it. That syrupy sweet liquid filled my mouth once again but this time it was different; it was molten hot with that coppery tang that made it taste almost perfect. My body convulsed in pleasure as I voraciously drank him down, my hands a crushing weight on his face and arm that echoed with the sounds of bones cracking. My vision was swirling in red and I wanted to laugh as his heart began to slow and the blood became less.

Finally I released him and his body fell into a sluggish heap onto the floor, his eyes wide open in terror. My shirt and the floor had splotches of blood.

"Damn, you made me make a mess," I giggled.

It felt almost dreamy, this state I was in making me feel giddy. Going over to my closet I picked out a new shirt, carelessly discarding the other one and used it to clean up my mouth and neck.

Once I replaced it with a new shirt I walked over to the door. I looked down at La one last time before I casually stepped over him like he was just a welcome mate and headed back into the hall to head back over to Charley's room.

So guys it really is coming close to that time for the story to almost reach it climatic end ha and I can assure you the ending will hopefully be nothing you can imagine and will probably be shocking. I figure since it is coming close to that time, I gotta make it badass right?

As always I would love to know how you guys are feeling about the story so far :) Feedback is always appreciated!

~Much Love, Jeneane~