A/N: I couldn't get it out of my mind. The first one was so much fun to write. Hope you enjoy this one as much as the first one. Though the first one was easier to write and this one was a fun challenge. It's in a different way of writing I guess from the second one. Kali is less confused? Lol.

R/R please and thank you.

On with the story... started right after the end of the first.

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The pain was unbearable. White pain. From head to toe, searing pain. Was I blessed with blackness of being knocked out? Hell no, God would not give me that right to be in limbo as my body fought off the pain. The blackness was replaced by nightmares, hoards of yelling screaming nightmares. On top of the nightmares was the voices of my friends worrying about me, and the screams that were able to escape my throat.

Flashes of all the pain and suffering I went through as I defeated the vampires went through my head like a train. But flashes I could not recognize or understand flew through my head. Many of them were of Collin... I shook in fear, fear that was not my own.

I could hear the four voices of my friends around me in incoherent phrases and words. The last thought that passed through my mind before I remember waking up, made my whole body jump.

My eyes opened to blurry surroundings. Once my ears got their hearing back, all I heard was groans from someone in pain. As I blinked my vision got better, and I looked around. Jason and Pierre were around me, standing five feet away from me. I looked down off the side of the bed and saw Scott holding onto his nose. Garren walked in with a wad of tissues. My eyes flitted between Scott and the people standing.

I looked at my left hand and it had some blood on it...

"I'm sorry?" I said, sitting up, only for my stomach to lurch.

"Don't worry about it. It was so Scott's fault." Jason said, looking down at his fallen comrade.

Pierre came to sit beside me, and pulled me into an embrace.

I looked over Pierre's shoulder to see if Scott was alright, but he was standing and holding tissues to his nose.

"Do I want to know what happened?" I asked, half into Pierre's shoulder. I pushed out of the hug, and hung onto his hand.

"You flailed a lot, and when you stopped Scott got worried only to be punched in the nose." Garren explained.

"You screamed a lot too." Scott said in a stuffed up voice, crossing his eyes.

"About?" I asked, staring them down. I was not going to be having inside jokes going on about me, again.

"No we are serious. You were just screaming." Jason said, sitting on the end of my bed.

"Someone almost complained about it... until we said you were possessed... then no one came about anymore." Garren said.

I stared at him in disbelief. "You said I was possessed?! Well let's expect the local monks to come along to resurrect me tomorrow."

"Don't worry, we are leaving tonight anyways." Pierre said to me.

"Who are you to decide when it is time to leave?" I asked, staring him down.

"Uh, we killed off the last vampire last night." Jason said.

"You were out for two days. The screaming just started this morning." Pierre explained. "We had lots of time to finish your job."

I was shocked. I told them about my excursions, and about the underground gang who prays on campers. But I didn't expect them to be gone, not now.

"So are you going to be ready?" Jason said, once again taking over the leader job that was so mine.

"Yes." I said after a bit of silence.

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I was laying on Pierre's stomach listening to him hum through his body. It tickled my ears and made me feel happy, but as soon as I let myself daydream the nightmares that plagued my head before, swooped in. I could feel myself stiffen as fear seeped into my bones. The world around me began to spin. I sat up and walked away from where Pierre and I were laying. I could feel his eyes following me.

I shut the door of the hotel bedroom and walked down into the tavern attached. As I walked I felt like I was just going on a walk with death. I sat in front of the bar and asked for a glass of water. I took it with shaking hands. I looked around the room looking for something to distract me. Jason was sitting at one of the vacant tables, hunched over something.

I carefully sat down in an empty seat, and looked at the open note book that was under his body.

He looked up and closed the book.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing." I said and looked away. "I'll leave if you don't want any company."

"I guess you can stay." he said, tucking the book away. "Is something bothering you?" he asked, looking at the water in the glass vibrate.

"Nope." I said, taking my hand away from the glass and resting it in my lap.

"You've always been a bad liar, just to let you know." he said. "I just kept it to myself."

"You've known me for a month, and I haven't seen you for ten years. How did you come up that I'm a bad liar?" I asked, my fear dissolving being transformed into angered curiosity.

"Okay not a liar, but just really bad at keeping things to yourself. Like thoughts and dreams." Jason said.

"Those are the things I wish I forgot." I muttered to myself.

"Hey they are things you can look back at and laugh." Jason chuckled. "So what's on your mind?"

"It's usually Garren that I talk to, you know that right?" I said, looking at my water.

"Obviously." Jason said, waiting for me to spill. "Though why you aren't talking to Pierre is eluding me."

"He made me feel happy--"

"Ooh what a crime."

"Shut up!" I growled.

"Sorry. Continue." he said, trying to erase his smile.

A smile without fangs is way more welcoming, but right now it was pissing me off. "My daydreaming turned into the nightmares that filled my mind while I was becoming a true mortal." I said, and stared at him. "Instead of the joy I wanted to feel, I felt pain, suffering, and fear."

His smile disappeared as he looked at me.

"I don't want to share that information with Pierre." I said, sighing, as all emotions melted off of me.

He chewed on his lip before saying anything. "You've created more issues while we were separated huh?"

"Nope. Same old same old... like before I met you all. Killing instead of talking, and breaking hearts and the like." I said, feeling like myself again.

"I kind of meant empathy..." He said, an idea forming in his mind.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He sighed. "I have this feeling I can say this without getting smacked, so I will. While you were gone, did you not feel anything? Like you were not alone. And what ever step you take is making an impact on your life, taking you further away from not being alone?"

"I'm confused."

"Whom do you think the pain is coming from?" he asked, his brown eyes looking into my green.

"Myself." I said, plainly.

"Is it yourself or how you thought other people's pain was?"

"It was me." I said, now getting angry again. Why is it that he can get into my head like that?!

"Why would you be scared of your own thoughts, and not someone else's?" Jason asked.

"Because they have not been shown to me." I said feeling myself shake. "I have scary thoughts."

"So do I." he replied.

I stared, I picked up my glass of water and got up. I tilted it above his head and let the cold water pour down his head. I slammed the glass down at the bar and marched up to my room. Only to be stopped by a pang of guilt right before my door. I pushed it aside and walked in.

I curled up beside Pierre who looked like he was sleeping.

"You're back." he mumbled the fact, an arm curled around me.

"Went for water. May need to go bathroom in a few minutes." I replied and smiled, his warmth cheering me up from my creepy thoughts.