1Okay so im an obsessive all vampire fan! So naturally I thought this book was the best batty thing I ever read...well one of them. Well I own nothing here yata yata but I couldn't wait for the new vampirates so im going to write my own I hope you enjoy!!!

Bleeding Out

Grace looked into her mother's eyes, blurry from the tears. Her mother. Her living breathing mother. Here holding her in her soft pale arms. With a start Grace pulled away. Her living breathing mother, had just appeared out of the fog, appeared from inside the Captain.

She stared at her, her face now guarded, it would only hurt more when she vanished. She would vanish wouldn't she? She couldn't possibly stay.

Again, she asked cautiously. "Mother?"

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Connor looked at his twin sister dumbfounded. Of course it was their mother. And even then, as he saw the cogs turning in her head, he didn't want to see what his sister had realized. His brilliant sister.

Connor Tempest -not very known at being affectionate- rushed into his mother's arms, burring his face in her neck, for he was at least a foot taller than her now. He wanted to cry but he wouldn't, he didn't want his mother to think, he who had seen death, he who had killed, was still a child.

Sally held out her other arm, hoping her daughter would return. Connor braved a look, and saw Grace's face distort, but she wasn't there long enough for him to see the emotion that had manifested there. Grace had bolted out of the room. It was a heart paining shock. Grace who had dreamed all her life of her mother, was now running from her.

The vampire -Lorcan if Connor remembered correctly- bolted out after her, shouting for her. "Grace! Grace come back! I can explain!"

Explain what exactly? Sally Tempest put her hand under her son's chin, tilting his face back up to her. Her deep green emerald eyes, brighter than Connor's, but not as bright as Grace's, were holding him warmly, "Give your sister time. She is different than you remember." She kissed his forehead.

"That's what I'm afraid of."

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Lorcan ran after Grace, his heart pounding. With what, he did not know. Could it be love? Anger? Confusion? Maybe all three. He was just as shocked to see Sally as her children were, and he hadn't wanted to leave her side. But then why did he? Why was he chasing her fourteen year old daughter. The same girl whom he had been blinded to save. Who was powerful enough to call upon The Nocturne. The girl whom had offered to give up everything and be his blood donor. The girl he wanted to be his blood donor. The girl who might, just might, feel the same way about him.

He pushed on, running faster and faster, until he found her. Curled up on a bench in the garden, her hands rapped around her legs, her head slumped sadly onto her knees. The fountain trickled in the background, the moonlight falling around him like silk.

He could see again, see every last detail. Grace was the reason he had lost his sight, the reason he hadn't gotten it back. He couldn't heal without her, he couldn't be without her.

Grace was the reason in the end that he healed.

He sat down beside her, placing his hand gently on her shoulder.

He put his hand on Grace's shoulder. Just his being their calmed her. "She's not staying." It wasn't a question.

Lorcan didn't answer. He rubbed her shoulder gently, and squeezed lightly. She felt his eyes on her, beckoning her to look at him, but she couldn't. She had seen how he looked at her mother. She saw the love there, the love different from that of friendship.

"Grace-"

"You loved her didn't you." Still she did not look up. She felt him stiffen, his hand slipping of her shoulder.

"You loved her didn't you?"

Lorcan didn't know what to say. He stared at her, head still in her lap. She was much like her mother. Her spirit, the way she thought... her beauty, she might have even been more beautiful. But right now she had asked him a question. A question that hurt to answer.

But he had to say something. "It's complicated Grace."

"No it's not." She looked at him for the first time. He saw the tear stains there, and his heart tore in two. Could she really feel- no he couldn't get his hopes up. She might leave too.

"It's a yes or no answer. Do you love my mother Lorcan?"

He stood up, and began to pace. Anger, and sadness building from his core, ready to explode. Lose Grace, or lose Sally. Grace would walk to the end of the earth with him, as it seemed right now. Sally knew him better. Grace wasn't going any where just yet-he wouldn't let her. He had no idea how long Sally could stick around.

"Grace, you don't understand."

"Then let me! Lorcan I try, but you never let me in! Lorcan-" She stopped, he stopped. Grace had her face in her hands, seeing this Lorcan was overcome with the need to comfort her. He couldn't stand to see her this way. Even when she had read his ribbon he was more ashamed that she saw how weak he was, than angry at her. He was more jovial, than betrayed when, she did what she was not right to do, when she showed how much she cared.

He held her in his arms, lifting her off the bench. She cried into his chest, hugging him fiercely. For such a tiny girl she was quit strong. Lorcan held her head, cradling it as it bent into him, wishing he could hold her as tight as he wanted to. But he knew he couldn't do that, not if he didn't want to hurt her.

Right then and there he made a decision. "Grace, I did, love your mother." She stiffened. Attempting to end her sobs, to look as though his words hadn't hurt her; she didn't understand.

"I did love her. But now. Now I love you." She looked up at Lorcan. Her eyes wide with shock. He saw she didn't believe him.

"You don't believe me."

"I saw how you looked at her." She looked down.

His heart began to race. She didn't believe him. She would avoid him until her own

heartache made her leave. She had to know, know that he wanted her. Wanted her as his own.

"Grace." She looked up at him in response to her name.

Then with her head still in his hand, and his other tightly holding -as tight as he could hold- her waist; he leaned in toward her. He waited until she realized what he was about to do so she could pull away. She didn't.

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Lorcan was about to kiss her! She didn't know what to do. She was paralyzed, afraid, but no matter how much she knew, it might be for her own good, she did not want to move.

His mouth, centimeters from her's spoke her name, "Grace." His lips touched her, so gently, so passionately. He couldn't send her away now, not after this. She couldn't do it, she couldn't go on. The universe exploded between them. All she wanted was to stay in his arms, to live on his kisses and nothing more.

His lips parted. Grace froze, not knowing what to do. Being like this, feeling like this was alien.

"Perhaps another day." He whispered into her neck, breathing heavily.

Grace nodded, over come with exhaustion, she rested on his chest, her arms around his neck. She meant just to close her eyes, but fell immediately to sleep.

She slept there, resting on his body. Looking so young, so innocent. "Sleep my love." He put his face to her cheek and inhaled her sweet scent, the scent of her blood. He held his breath, the close proximity uncomfortable, after not having his recommended amount of blood intake. Grace being there was the only thing that had his appetite return. Grace being there was the only thing that gave him reason to live.

"Perhaps another day."

Well that's the end of chapter one. Yea I know it's short but I need to know if its good, if its not ill stop right here, but if not please please review or I wont post! Well thanx for reading hope you liked it!

ALL'S FAIR IN BLOOD AND GORE!

~TerrorLies Mourning