A/N: I'm back~! And I've brought this new sequel with me! It's been a while, guys, but I haven't lost my touch. If anything, it's gotten better by at least 23%. I promise you guys a kickass follow-up to "The Dark Maiden." If it isn't kickass, you guys can probably beat me with a virtual stick. And I'm sorry I haven't brought this to you sooner. My drive was taken over by "Frozen" hype and I was spending a majority of my time working on fics for that and stalking Tumblr accounts associated with it.

Excuse my flashbacks in these two chapters, they're all over the place.

Disclaimer: Still don't own My Babysitter's a Vampire. Aw well.

Prologue

January • 2012

The Night of the Dance

You'd think a girl would wake up resurrected from the state of being undead to peace and quiet. Well, think again.

When I woke up, I heard Rose and Benny were having a screaming match. I didn't see them, though, but damn.

"She's not dead!" she shouted.

"It's been thirty minutes, she's dead!" he screamed.

"It's almost like you want your girlfriend to be dead!"

"Of course I don't want her dead! I'm not like you!"

Rolling my eyes, I grunted as I struggled to get up. My legs were a little limp and numb. I grabbed onto a wooden chair next to me for support. I lifted myself up, realizing that I was still wearing my boots. I unzipped them and took them off, feeling a little better.

The world was a little fuzzier than normal. My senses were intact, but something was bothering them. I had a massive headache, too, but nothing a pill couldn't fix. I did a body check. The cut on my arm was replaced by a faint scar. At least my healing wasn't out of whack. I was still wearing my dance dress. It had a tear in the sleeve, which I was guessing was from the fight with Jess.

I growled, not too loudly for the sake of making my headache worse. Fuck! I totally fucked up. I could've killed the bastard, but I was too caught up in all my emotions, my rage. If I killed him, he wouldn't have . . . he wouldn't have bitten Ethan . . .

I was starting to remember what happened. If I killed him, Sarah would've still been a fledgling. I could only imagine going to school on Monday and having her beat the shit out of me with her new strength, and now that I was mortal, God knows if I would have the strength to fight back. And who knows if Erica would've beat me up for the hell of it, too. So . . . I was planning on avoiding school on Monday.

Come on, you can't just run from your problems, I thought, still feeling regretful. You're just going to have to call them and find out if they want to tear you into pieces. No sweat.

Getting back to the body check . . . Okay, a scar, a tear, what else? My skin was a little pale, but maybe that was just from hunger. And speaking of hunger, I felt a pang in my stomach.

I left the room, supporting myself with the walls of the hallway. I was feeling a little lightheaded. I could barely keep myself upright coming down the stairs.

Slowly and nervously, I came into the living room. The first thing I noticed was a powder-blue tux jacket on the armchair. I smiled a little. That silly, retro tux.

"Eva!" I looked up, alert, maybe looking a little crazy. Benny beat Rose to hugging me. At first, I was my usual self, feeling weird with affection. But then I melted into it, wrapping my arms around him tightly, resting my head on his shoulder. "God, I thought you were dead!"

"I'm very much alive," I croaked out, dragging my head out from his neck to face him. His beautiful hazel-green eyes were bleary and a little red. Was he crying? I wiped a tear off his cheek with my thumb. "Come on, you weren't that scared, were you?"

He laughed a little, nodding. "A little."

As I was about to kiss him, I noticed Rose in the back looking sheepish. Her face was worn-down, her hair was a mess, and her skin was paler. I struggled a little to loosen Ben's grip on me. I walked toward her carefully, holding my wrist. God, what could I say? I couldn't be snarky. She had just risked her life for me. She gave me her mortality, her humanity, maybe even her fertility.

Before I could say anything, she grabbed me, possibly holding me tighter than Benny did. Unlike him, her tears dripped into my neck and on my chest and soaked into my clothes. I held onto her, getting a little emotional myself, possibly the first time I cried in how long. I hated seeing her upset. As much I played and joked with her, she was my best friend. Maybe one of the only friends I had.

"God, I'm so sorry!" she said, coughing.

"What are you sorry for?" I asked, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"All I was thinking about was myself! I-I should've been thinking about you and your health and how you would handle—"

"Shut up. You did what anybody would have done. You have to put yourself first, remember?" She sucked her teeth, letting go of me. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, shutting her already glossy eyes. "I-I think I should call it a night. I'll let you guys talk a-and stuff. We'll talk in the morning." With that, she left, wiping her tears with her hands.

I turned on my heels to Benny awkwardly, my eyes studying the floor. I tried to think of what to say next. Before I could say it, however, he hugged me again. My face was buried in his dress shirt and even though the reek of his cologne threatened to suffocate me, I wrapped my arms around him gingerly, trying to stare up at him.

"You really scared me, Eves," he said.

"I know, and I'm sorry," I told him, leaning my cheek on his shoulder. I sighed. "How's Ethan?"

"Well, he was kind of down, considering what happened, but I'm sure he'll be fine by Sunday." I stared at my boyfriend blankly. "What?" he whined. "I know him."

"This isn't something that's going to be cured by playing Minecraft," I said softly. "Remorse is a bitch. Trust me, I know. Speaking of which, I should swing by him quick . . . just to see how he's doing-" I broke free from the hug just for a split-second before Benny pulled me back in protectively. I'd admit, it was really attractive, but it wasn't really the time to be getting turned on.

"You're not going anywhere. It can wait until the morning. You need to rest," he told me.

"But-"

"No. Eva, you just came back from the dead. You need to sleep. Heck, when's the last time you've slept?!"

"Not counting a couple weeks ago? Uh . . . sixty . . . seventy years, I guess." His eyes widened. "I'm a vampire, remember, I don't go around taking naps and cuddling up with my pillow."

"Come on."

.x.X.*.X.x.

September • 2012

Eight Months Later

"What do you see?"

"I don't see anything," I replied. "Because nothing's happening."

Tonight, I was busy. It was close to eleven at night, and I was at Benny's house. Ever since my conversion from immortal vamp to mortal vamp, these bizarre side effects would pop up randomly, mostly hallucinations and vivid flashbacks in the form of daydreams, even though the second side effect wasn't new to me. I guess my past pressured me to be nostalgic at times. That and possibly an additional surge of the five-hundred-year-old power I possessed. So, I told Benny, who was set on helping me out, not only because I was his girlfriend but because he wanted to prove that he was great at magic.

"I can't help you if you're so pessimistic," he said, rolling his eyes. "Let me look for another spell."

We were in his room. Like any other stereotypical boy, he was messy and unorganized, but I could care less because I barely came into his room, let alone his house, often. His grandma subtly made sure of that. I sat opposite from him on his bed and he flipped through his spell book. He had gotten better over the months, but that didn't mean he stopped fucking up. He just fucked up less often. Overall, he changed a lot. The thing I was digging the most was his new haircut, especially since I had pushed him towards getting it. That and his sexy deeper voice. It was much more entertaining to have your boyfriend whisper things in your ears with a deep post-puberty voice than a cracked, puberty voice.

"How many things did you bookmark?" I asked, eyeing the colorful mess of highlighter marks and paper.

"A lot of prank-related stuff. Weird stuff. Random stuff. I'm pretty sure ten percent of it is useful." He slapped a page. "Okay so this spell should activate when I touch you, and you're supposed to see a short blur of, er, something. Tell me what you see, okay?"

I nodded. He recited the spell in Latin, then touched my hand. A shock ran through me and everything went black for a minute.

My sight came back, and I saw me. It was weird. I was wearing a cliche black, hooded cloak, and there was blood caked around my mouth. I was looking apathetically at a pile of black ashes cupped in my blood-stained hands. My eyes, once gold a long time ago, flashed icy-blue. Yeah, I knew that all vampires had gold eyes.

The reason behind that was complicated. The event that was taking place was my mentor's, Andrey, death. He was murdered by the Council in 1436, ten years after I had been turned, because of his plan to pose a rebellion against them. My punishment, since they thought I was too valuable to them to die, was to serve them for the rest of my immortal life. I had two days to accept. In those two days, I contacted one of Andrey's witches and had her make me a spell that would help me embody Andrey's spirit - both his ruthless, cunning, manipulative personality and his trusting, deceiving façade - and the telltale side effect was my blue vampiric eyes. Centuries later, I made Jesse do the same spell, so that we would be an invincible team.

Look at where we were now.

The flashback ended, pulling me back in reality. I sucked in a deep breath, looking back at Benny.

"Uh . . . it was 1436. The Vampire Council had just sent their goons to kill my mentor. I was angry. I wanted revenge. I made a plan," I explained.

"What was the plan?"

I paused to think. Everything else was blurry. "I-I dunno. Everything's cloudy after that. Here, try again." I pushed my hand towards him, but he jerked back like I had some kind of contagious disease.

"Listen, it's getting late. You need sleep now, remember?"

"Only five hours worth," I mumbled.

"Still." He gave me a stern look. I huffed. Since when was he one to be responsible? I got up, heading towards the window. I jumped out, sticking the landing on the ground. "I love you," I heard him say.

Suddenly I felt horrible. I just walked out on Benny and acted like a completely ungrateful bitch and he still mustered the courage to say 'I love you.' I barred my teeth, looking nervously back at his window. He had turned off the lights. I kicked my ankle.

"Get your shit together, Badica," I whispered to myself, my glance now at the grass. I sighed, then raced off full-speed home.

Kisses! ~TwistedTelepath