A/N Honestly this is a filler chapter to get to the good stuff. Review please

It was cool and calming. This must be what death looked like. No flashbacks on every moment you existed. Just darkness and nothing else. This can't be what death is all together. There has to be something else to it.

I tried remembering about who I was. A little something to take with me when I…I guess crossover. I thought of my happiest memory, one form when I was 13. I had just begun high school (I was born late in the year) and I was so happy. I had almost all of my classes with Carmen, my whacky friend. She was all over the place, being a sweetie one moment to being a mad man flipping people off. She balanced my sarcastic, more girl self. We were like sisters, but ones that looked way different form each other. Carmen had deep brown eyes and chestnut hair while I had light auburn (practically blonde) hair and midnight blue eyes. People often complemented my eyes because they were an unusual dark blue, startling almost. They seemed to make me glow.

Anyways, I had gotten home and for once, I heard no fighting. It had been awhile since my parents kept quiet after a long day of work. Mom was a criminal therapist and dad worked as a Lawyer. Both were stressful jobs, Dad dealing with creeps all day and mom dealing with murderers and thief's telling their motives. It was bound to mess her up and get her mad once and awhile. They'd fight about the stupidest things; food, housecleaning, and being near each other pissed them off. I always wished that they could just shut up. I was happy because that day, they were being completely civil, perfect. They welcomed me with smiles, saying that in honor of my transition to high school, we'd go out on the town for dinner. They even let me choose! We ended up at Joes Shanghai; they had the best Chinese in the city. We picked at duck and beef lo mien and got along like a real family. After dinner, we went home and watched some stupid soap operas while making fun of them and went to bed.

We were the perfect family then. It didn't last though. The next day they were back to fighting over who controlled the remote. The fight continued even after it was decided that dad had it that day. Mom felt that it wasn't fair and that we should revote. I went to bed early.

I guess that now I died, they'd separate. I was the only thing keeping them together and now they had no reason to be near each other. If only I could've had a good family. Too late now. I won't be here anymore. Who the hell knows where I am. In space. My head. Heaven. Purgatory. No where. Any of these could be the answer.

I felt myself grow in consciousnesses, though. Maybe this is my spirit traveling to Heaven, becoming more aware of my surroundings. But it couldn't be. As that happened, I started growing colder, feeling around me. I felt my hand twitch and grasp something loose. Dirt? Where am I? Am I dead? This made absolutely no sense. I had to be dead. There is no way I could've survived being drained. No way at all. But I could control my body still as I clawed around me.

I was under ground! There was dirt all around me, I could feel it above me, to my sides, and below. Was this some sick joke? Where the hell was I? I started panicking. I couldn't open my eyes without getting the soil in them. I had to dig myself out. So I took my hands, seemingly pushing the dirt out from around me and soon enough I was in the night sky. A sky that was oddly familiar; too familiar to the one that was out just when I was attacked. It had to be the same night! I looked around me and saw gray everywhere. As I singled in on one of the gray slabs, I found that it was a gravestone. "Someone has to be playing a sick joke on me," I thought as I fully climbed out of the soil prison. "I'm supposed to be dead."

Apparently I hadn't thought that, rather said it out loud. I looked to the voice that had said that, it was the figure. As I looked at him I lurched forward with a stinging desire. A thirst that hurt like puking acid. It hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before. Suddenly something was thrown my way and fell a few inches away. I wanted it so badly. I reached over and ripped it to pieces, instinctively drinking the liquid. It was a dark murky crimson in the moonlight. It smelt amazing, like melted chocolate and tasted even better. Nothing I'd ever eaten beat this taste. It was like sipping sunlight in liquid form. Eating Crème Brule drizzled in Carmel and strawberries. Better than those two combined. I couldn't think straight as I gobbled it. All I knew is that it was gone after 30 seconds.

I looked down at the bag I destroyed and my messy hands. They were stained a brilliant red, so no doubt my mouth area was in the same condition. I was intrigued to know what was so amazing, so without looking toward the supplier I checked the mangled bag.

LENOX HILL HOSPITAL- DONER 0+

I stared at those words for a few moments. No. I did not just drink blood and like it.

"No," I said, starting to sob. I felt something move beside me and take me in its arm. Whoever it was, they were strong. No doubt when I turned around, it was the figure, the Daylighter. I could see him now though. He had a handsome face. A defined and strong jaw, Dark hair and eyes so deep, they were practically black. It contrasted handsomely with his pallor. He was something to look at. As I looked about his face, I could see poking out from his hair above his eye was a scar, slightly faded but prominent. He was perfect.

"Are you feeling a bit better?" He asked in a silky smooth voice. What could I say? I was sitting in the lap of a sexy guy who was coddling me. Then again I just dug myself out of a grave and drank blood. Goodness I'm bipolar. I nodded. "Good. It's better if you're a bit calm when I tell you this," he adjusted me to lean against a headstone. "I'm Simon by the way, and you're Giselle right?"

I nodded again, too mesmerized to do anything else. "Well Giselle, it's kind of weird to say this and all but you're now a …" I waited, but he didn't say anything. He- I mean Simon looked like he was having a mental battle with himself.

"You can just say it, " I said with a sigh. It's not like drinking blood isn't weird enough.

"You're now a vampire." Oh wait, mental freak out time for me. Then I screamed.