Here's Chapter 3! I hope you like it! Please review so that I can get better at writing, as this is my first story. I know the first two chapters were really short, but they will probably get longer as the story continues.

Chapter 3 –

It was just too much for me. It was over, all over now.

Suddenly I was surrounded in blackness, and I felt my head hit the cold floor. It hurt. A lot. I was out cold, but instead of killing me then, I suppose James wanted me to feel all the pain possible. What a jerk.

I finally came to, and when I did, James was laughing.

He was on his cell phone, a Samsung Slyde, talking to Victoria and going over the details of his gruesome deeds. He hadn't realized I was awake, so I faked being knocked out and listened in on his conversation.

"I can't wait until she snaps out of it, so I can tell her my plans for the evening."

I grimaced, afraid of what he had in mind.

"Well, yes, I suppose you could come over, but I lured her all the way here, so can't you just watch? …I know you want to taste it, but… no; I don't want to upset you, babe… But I worked so hard to get her over here… a divorce? Come, on, baby, it's just a silly human… you're better than that, hon. I know you are… fine. But please come quickly! Love you, bye."

He slid his phone shut angrily sighing.

"Shit," he said.

It was evident to me that Victoria had just used her charm to invite herself over so that she could feast on yours truly. It made my stomach churn, and as a result I burped. Oops!

James' head snapped over to my direction. His eyes were half pleasure, half fury.

"Oh, you're awake? And I hope you just woke up."

"Y-y-yes," I stammered. I sounded like an idiot. But he scared me, so oh well.

"I should hope so, or you would have been listening in on a very private conversation between me and my mate."

If I wasn't so scared I would have corrected his grammar. He said 'me and my mate' instead of the correct phrase, 'my mate and I.'

"Well, I can't exactly rip your throat out right this instant, because I promised my darling Victoria that I'd wait for her. And I have the pleasure of having to share you. Now there won't be room for your mother."

I looked over to Renee, who seemed to be suffering emotional pain. I guess she really wanted to taste her daughter's blood. Hmmmm. Creepy. But to her, tasty. Even more creepy.

We just stood there, or in Renee's case, sat there against her will, waiting or Victoria to arrive. It was very boring, and extremely nerve wracking for me.

I looked around for the billionth time.

James was standing on the concrete floor, seemingly hating himself for giving in to Victoria's bribe.

Renee was sitting there, chained to the chair, staring at me with an intense longing in her eyes. Tears came to mine. I just couldn't stand that my mother wanted to kill me, no matter how much of a newborn vampire she is.

It was all too much, and for a second or two I thought I was going to faint.

Again.

But somehow, the last… wait, how long had it been? I was out, but for how long? Oh, well. Somehow, since I got here, I had gathered some more courage, more self control. Nice to know that I wasn't going to flip out when he forced his venomous fangs into me.

Well, I probably would. But whatever.

What mattered was that I had to find a way out.

Fast.