I shakily stood up, using the toilet as support and walked to the sink. The cool water on my face made me feel refreshed and I brushed my teeth quickly. I opened the door to the bedroom and saw Julian sitting on the couch, deep in thought. I didn't want to startle him, so I spoke softly.

"Julian?" I said, he shot up like a rocket and turned around to face me.

"What's wrong, babe?" He asked and took my hand.

I let him lead me to the couch and he stood in front of me, waiting for my reason for why I was awake so early. "I had the nightmare again." I said. He frowned and put his hand against my feverish forehead. "Advil and coffee?" He asked, knowing that's exactly what I needed. I nodded and smiled as he kissed my forehead, put on a pot of coffee, and brought me two Advil and a glass of water.

He plopped down next to me on the comfy couch and rested his arm behind my head. "I'm going to step outside for a cigarette. Care to join?" He asked, smiling at me lovingly.

I grabbed his face and kissed his cold lips softly, "You're amazing, you know that?" I said, feeling better already just being with the love of my life.

`"Nowhere near as amazing as you are, love. I can't wait to spend the rest of eternity with you." He grinned and kissed me gently.

I looked into his soft blue eyes and couldn't hide my smile. "I can't wait either. Only a few weeks until I'm yours forever."

He nodded and stood up to get me a mug full of black coffee. I followed him outside to sit on our dimly lit porch, the sun just starting to rise in the distance. I sipped on my coffee and thanked Julian as he handed me my pack of Camels and a lighter. He smirked at me as I lit the cigarette and handed the lighter back so he could light his Lucky Strike. I wrinkled my nose up at the thought of smoking a Lucky Strike; they have no filters which would easily kill my lungs in a few drags. But Julian isn't a human like me; he's a strong, non oxygen breathing vampire.

"What would you like for breakfast today, babe?" He asked, flicking the ash onto the concrete.

"Hmmm," I stroked my nonexistent beard and pondered on the question. "How about some eggs and meatless sausage patties?"

He laughed then leaned towards me, "You know what I want for breakfast?" He asked with a seductive tone. I shivered as he made a trail of kisses from my mouth, down to my neck. "Do we have any important things to tend to from now to umm let's say 11?" I giggled as he pulled me into his lap, catching on to what he was implying.

"I don't think so sir." I said, straddling him in the white canvas chair. He let out a quiet moan as I started to slightly grind against him. He deepened our unbreakable kiss and stood up, holding my legs around his narrow waist. I was completely oblivious to our surroundings, getting lost in our own little world as he made slow, passionate love to me on our king sized bed.

I woke up to Julian's warm eyes staring at me. He looked deeply concerned, then realized I was awake and gave me a small smile. I ignored his sweet smile and noticed his eye color was a dark blue, instead of his usual bright blue. Something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" I asked, caressing his cheek softly.

He frowned and placed his hand over mine. "I just received an interesting call," I gave him a confused look and waited for him to continue. "There's this convention…thing that certain vampires are required to attend. Usually I would say fuck off, but something horrible is about to happen...they need all the help they can get."

"Okay…so what does this mean?" I asked.

"It means we have to leave. Tomorrow, and...you can't…be human." He mumbled the last part and avoided eye contact.

I gasped and jumped out of the bed. "Julian Black, you PROMISED I wouldn't have to be changed until our wedding!" I shrieked.

He flinched and was immediately in front of me, trying to calm me down. "Shh baby please don't freak out. It's not my fault; I can't do anything about it." He pulled me into his chest, but I pushed him away roughly, knowing he backed off because I wanted him to, not because I was actually strong enough to push him away.

"Do I have to go with you?" I asked quietly with my arms crossed and my head down.

I didn't want to be changed. No.

"Yes. I'm supposed to bring my vampire mate, or my human pet." He said quietly, and stepped towards me.

I turned away abruptly and faced my back towards him, my head still down and my arms crossed. "I'm not going. I'm not your fucking pet. God Julian that just-"I hadn't realized I was crying until a built up sob erupted from my mouth, I quickly closed my mouth and tried to calm myself down. "That is just disgusting." I finished with a clearer tone.

I felt him try to wrap his arm around my waist, but I turned around quickly and pushed him with all the force I could muster out of my pathetic human muscles. Surprisingly, he stepped back a few steps, obviously seeing my angry glare. "Julian, if you even loved me in the slightest, you would never fucking drag me to fucking vampire convention, which by the way, is already putting my life in extreme danger, and you would also never take me to one as your human pet. That is so fucking upsetting I don't even-" I grabbed my head frustratingly and felt the rage in my body about to boil over. I paused my rant and stepped back as Julian tried to comfort me.

"Get away from me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I had never seen Julian so afraid. "Baby calm down, this isn't even a big deal-"

I dropped my jaw, "No big deal?! NO BID DEAL?!" I screamed. He was leaving me! No it couldn't be happening…it couldn't. I loved him more than anything he was leaving with my goddamn heart. I put my hand over my heart and felt it racing against my ribcage. And then I fainted.

That's pretty much where I'm at right now. Julian's gone. I've discovered my deadly temper, and I've also discovered my dependence on alcohol. I'm sure you were thinking this story was going to be way different, but really the story has just started. Think of that as…background information…about my depressing, yet happy past.

I am currently sitting at a very familiar bar drinking my usual scotches and trying to waste my night away in the blur of alcohol. The bar tender, Olivia, always knew exactly what I wanted and would talk to me about whatever, just so scummy guys wouldn't come up and try and hit on me.

I sighed deeply as I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Hello there, Isabel," I shuttered as I felt him dangerously close to my neck and smelling my skin.

I couldn't help but turn around to see who could have such an alluring voice. I was met with dark, black eyes and a pale complexion. He had a small cocky smirk on his gorgeous face and I realized I had no idea who he was, and I was wondering how he knew my name.

"Fuck off asshole; can't you see we're having a conversation?" Olivia yelled, over the loud music.

He smirk grew and his eyes left mine to lock with hers, his expression turning very amused. Before he could retort, I spoke, "Do I know you?" I asked, my words slurring a little from the scotch. I pictured how many scotches I had drank and suddenly felt more intoxicated than I wanted to be talking to this abnormally beautiful creature.

He chuckled and I gasped as I felt his cold, clammy hand wrap around my boney arm.

"Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I heard Olivia yell. Then I felt a sharp pain shoot through my head and I was knocked out before I could even react.