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Author Note:Please enjoy this story, I have wanted to post it on here for a while and now just gotten around to it. At the time I had written it with CreativeWritingSoul, I believe we did an amazing job. I do give this person credit for helping me with the story and a huge thank you. Anyways please review when done reading and let me know what you think.

Summary: When love is the strongest element, sometimes it is hard to explain your actions. Lucky when you have someone there, the rough road ahead does not seem as hard. That is until another curve ball is thrown your way - that is when you figure out the next move.

Once Bitten, Twice Shy
One

All he could hear were his feet hitting the road and once in a while a splash from stepping in a puddle of cold rain water. This time was it; he was getting out of here and not looking back. He already had to give up his life, lost everything and everyone he ever loved. If he could cry at this moment, for sure he would just break down and cry his eyes out.

It was about two in the morning now; he had been running all night. Soon he would have to find a place to hide from the sun. That is if he didn't want to burn to death, which he'd love to do. Although even if he did kill himself it would help no one. It would just mean his family died for no reason.

-x-X-x-

Michael had spent the past few hours yelling his head off. He was being dragged through the trees and towards this big stoned house. No words were said from the guy, he just kept a strong grip on the young boy's arm. Michael tried to grab onto whatever he could to slow down going to that creepy house but no matter what he grabbed the guy with one tug would be dragging him again.

Michael was in tears, the tears burned his skin from the cold autumn air and only being in his night clothing. He was scared of what was going to happen. A part of him wanted to know and other part was telling him not to say a word. He started shaking once they entered the big heavy doors to a candle lit room. He wanted to run but the man still had a hold of him.

This was terribly difficult, especially since the young one was doing everything he possibly could to prevent what was about to happen to him. 'Poor naive soul,' Jaden thought to himself, 'struggling for your last bits of this torturous life when there's nothing left.'

Some rope would be useful at this point, something to tie this fussing adolescent down for a moment while he worked his magic. Well it wasn't magic persay, it was... of his nature and soon it would be part of Michael's, once he was reborn of course.

Michael stared around the room he was in for a few minutes then his eyes meet with the man's. Michael really didn't remember much, just that his neck was hurting a lot. Michael was lying on the floor; hand over the bleeding area of his neck. Everything looked fuzzy and couldn't really see straight. "Wh...a...t ...hap...pend...?" Michael mumbled to the man that stood in front of him. Michael curled into a ball because now he was feeling a very sharp pain from the inside.

Michael let out a few tears from the pain hurting so much and because he was scared crazy that he was going to die.

"You are not going to die young one," Jaden spoke, his voice held much sincerity. "drink." He pressed, hoping Michael wouldn't ask questions and just did as was told, like a child of his age should.

"B..ut..." He was trying to resist at first, not quite understanding or seeing for that matter, what was happening, but he knew deep within that he wanted absolutely no part in it.

"Drink or you will die." Jaden pressed once more, being more stern this time.

"I - I thought you said," The young male stammered, tilting his head away from the moisture dripping towards him.

"I lied. Get over it. Now drink." Jaden held his dripping wrist to the younger's mouth, a sucking sensation taking place as Michael began to do as requested of him, that being drink this red moisture. It didn't taste too bad actually and he felt as if he were regaining stamina as each second passed further.

After a few moments, Jaden let out a painful hiss as Michael sucked harder, more viciously. He pried him off his arm – no easy task, but it was done. Now the younger lie still, probably embracing what was happening within his being. His no longer living body. It could move, but had no trace of soul inside.

Michael let out one loud scream of pain, not knowing a hundred percent what was going on. All Michael knew now is he was going cold. When the pain stopped, something was different he just could not figure it out. Michael sat up and looked around the room. He then looked at the man. "Who are you? Why me?" Michael was a little confused at what still happened. He did not understand why he was still ...alive... or even on this planet. He swore a few minutes ago he was going to be dead.

Michael slowly got off the floor and dusted himself off. He started to wonder if it was so cold outside, why wasn't he. "What now?" Michael slowly started to back towards the door, maybe if he got outside he could get help.

Jaden gave a small dark smirk. "Jaden. Because I chose you. Follow me." Michael, still feeling confused, followed the older male without question, still trying to piece what happened together as much as he could. "You are not threatened here, so you must not leave. If you leave you will not survive without the proper training along with self – discipline and accompanied by self – control." He explained as they passed through the large home, everything was decorated so... darkly.

"What about... my family?" Michael asked hazily, still feeling the effects of, whatever happened to him still taking place. Within a split second Jaden turned around and glared at the younger with warning.

"You must not ever see, attempt to see, or contact them in any way... ever again." Michael didn't want to upset this... Jaden person, but he couldn't help but to miss his family. They were all so close and he was especially worried about his pregnant mother who tried to do so much when not feeling so well. She took care of him and his siblings forever, as long as he could remember – but where was she now? Did she miss him? What about his father? If he was home late, what would he say?

"If I am late, father would not be happy. And mother may need my help. My twin siblings – we were going to spend time together, they -"

"Enough! This talk about your past life will cease! I mean it young one, I command you. And as your maker, you must obey me." He informed the younger of these new rules he was new to, but wouldn't be for long. "That was your past life, it must be forgotten. This right here is your new life, with me here for guidance when you need me."

"Some guidance," Michael mumbled to himself. He tried to keep his space between himself and Jaden. "But I need to get home, at least change and pack some clothes." Michael didn't want to upset Jaden, all he was saying was the truth. Also that way he could at least say goodbye.

Michael still wasn't that sure on what was going on, but if he was going to be here why not get his things? "So... why did you pick me? I mean there are other people, which need a place. I have... had a home." Michael took a few more steps back when Jaden stopped. He was scared he would get hit for talking back, his father would. Michael could feel himself starting to shake again – for sure this was fear, when he saw the look in Jaden's eyes.

The elder of the two took a deep breath, he never had children in his past lifetime, so he wasn't quite sure how to handle a situation like this, when to be stern, when to be soft. Right now, he knew it wasn't best to be too stern. This was, practically his newborn. Newborn creature that was. "Michael, you must listen to me. I know this is scary, it must be frightening," He was stopped in mid sentence when the adolescent gave him a skeptical look.

"No, really?" He blurted, his words covered in utter sarcasm.

Jaden narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "As I was saying, it must not be the most... well, comfortable environment to be in, but it will seem more like home soon. You cannot go back, not after what you've become..." He trailed off that statement purposely, trying to get Michael's mind back in thinking order again. That precious mind, would be needed soon. "And well, to answer your question – you were never wrong about that feeling of being watched. It was me, I was always the one watching you. No one else but me."

Michael raised an eyebrow as he still followed Jaden deeper into the home. "That did not sound haunting, not at all." He noted out loud, in a bit of a sour mood. Then again, who wouldn't be after having the evening he just had?

"It is the haunting truth I know. But you see, I chose you because... I felt," Jaden stopped himself. He wasn't going to explain his past life to some young child. "well never mind what I felt. Just know that I feel you are of significance to me, not for selfish need. That is all." He mentally cursed himself, for not having the compassion needed to help a new creation. Why did he do this again?

They soon came to a bedroom, a guest one in which Michael had a feeling would be his. It was nice and all, very spacious. Not like the one he had at home. But it was still nice. "Just to be clear," he began, nervously looking downward toward the marble flooring. "this is my new home now?"

Jaden felt a pang of guilt. He was immortal and still felt rather human – ish feelings. After a couple hundred years, he thought they'd go away and they did, until he created Michael, rebirthed him. "It is really not all that bad you know." Jaden started rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He never was very good with emotion.

Michael felt the sting of what he used to call tears, but he wasn't sure what they were called now, or even what he was called. What on earth was he? "Do not get mad, but I cannot help but to miss my previous dwelling." A moisture began to trickle out from his eyes and down his cheeks. When he pressed his hand to wipe them, on the back of his hand appeared the same red liquid he'd seen nothing but within the past hours. "Everything was perfect until you messed it up!" He shouted in agony, turning his face away from the older male, who sheepishly sighed.

"When vampires cry, they cry blood. Just so you know. I'll be downstairs if you need anything." He instructed coldly, turning away from the emotion he could hardly stand to bare.
"I need to get out of this hell!" Michael cried softly, not wanting to stay here another minute longer.

"That, I cannot give to you." Jaden then left the room, making it as if he were locking it from the outside for now. The windows in that room were barred and locked as well. There was no source of escape what so ever, at all. Jaden, the pro of escape checked all of it himself. Now... was the wait.