A/N: Sorry, shorter chapter but I wanted to get something out to you guys ASAP so here it is! ^_^

To the guest reviewer: Nope, this isn't a rewrite. I came up with this idea on my own ^_^

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.

Chapter Three

Blood. Blood. Blood. Droplets of the dark red liquid filled her thoughts and wholly consumed her. Not just any blood though. His blood. The blood of her sire. Of this Mellark boy.

"You're an idiot," Madge said, folding her arms as they walked through the junkyard. "Look at you! You can see you're dying to drink! Why won't you?!"

"I can't," Katniss replied. She bit her tongue and yelped as her fangs drew blood of her own.

They stopped at the rusty mirror propped up against the digger. No one would think of it as a possible accessory for their bedroom let alone a secret entrance to a speakeasy for vampires. Madge goes first. The reflective material placed in the frame of the mirror morphs and twists around the blonde as she climbs inside. Katniss watched in amazement as the girl disappeared completely.

She took a step forward and poked the mirror with her index finger. Her reflection rippled on the touch, each one moving outwards getting bigger and bigger the further out it goes. It always fascinated her how she could move from one world to another through a simple piece of house decor. As she pushed her hand through a cold chill ran up her arm, raising goosebumps and making her shiver. It felt like running a paintbrush along her skin, leaving a trail of cold paint behind.

Taking a deep breath, Katniss jumped right through and banged right into Madge's back. She gasped as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, her senses unable to get used to the sensation caused by portal jumping.

Her people's hideout was a dark place. Where the vampires could be themselves. They hide behind the mirror because their real selves is too much for human beings to handle. It's basically a mirrored area created by an old wizard who owed the vamps a debt. A parallel oppisote of the planet. Mirrors are strategically placed around the earth, doorways for the vampires to pass through and become themselves once more. No holding back, no pretending to be human.

On the other side of the mirror Katniss and Madge passed through was a club. Katniss could barely see ahead of herself and had to reach out to grab her friend's arm to assure herself she was there. Strobe lights streaked across the area and was the only light provided. Music pounded in their ears so heavily that Katniss could feel it in her chest.

Vampires danced and writhed against each other everywhere. Fangs grazed teasingly across bare skin, hands blinding reaching out, touching and grabbing what they pleased without much care or consideration. People just let loose and did as they wanted. Because that's who vampires are. They don't have restraint or worries or fears.

They're free.

Finnick sat in a corner booth, surrounded by women. His devasting good looks and natural charm makes him a popular guy. Especially with the females. They are all practically sitting ontop of him, touching and biting whatever was exposed to them. Katniss caught a particular blonde's fangs as they glinted in the green strobes when she threw her head back and licked them hungrily.

"Okay ladies, clear off," Madge said, clapping her hands. "Shoo, shoo, GET OUT OF HERE!" There was a moments pause when the girls looked at Finnick for confirmatioin on whether they should leave or not. Finnick nodded and they moaned, grumbling slightly as they moved out and morphed into the crowd.

"Have you drank yet Katniss?" he asked, buttoning his shirt up to the top again as they joined him in the booth.

"No," Madge answered for her. She pursed her lips in distaste and took a vial of O- out of her back pocket. She twisted the top and downed it all in one.

"I will . . . soon . . ." Katniss replied uncertainly. Could she really do it? Take a life? The life of her sire? The boy who's number still sits in her jeans pocket at this very moment? Madge wiped the blood from her mouth and slammed the vial onto the table.

"You better," she warned. "I didn't survive World War one and two just to die because you're too chicken to drink some damn blood."

"She'll get there Madge," Finnick said, kicking his feet up on the table.

"Fine, but I have a back up," Madge replied.

"What?" Katniss asked warily. Madge grinned and pulled a similar vile to the one that contained her O- only it had a blue lid whereas the O- one had a red one. "What's that?"

"Here, smell it," Madge answered, holding the vile out to her. Katniss looked at Finnick for help but he just shrugged. She cautiously took the container from her friend's pale hand and popped the lid open, holding it to her nose.

The smell of Peeta's blood filled her senses and she gasped, shutting the lid closed again and glaring at her friend. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" she exclaimed. "I could have lost it for all you knew!"

"That was kind of the point," Madge huffed, folding her arms. "I was hoping you'd lose it, crash through the mirror, hunt down the hot blond and suck him dry. Obviously you're stronger than I thought."

But she wasn't strong. Not at all. Her eyes kept sliding back to the vial filled to the brim with the dark blood of her sire. Madge sure is desperate for her to drink. But then again, it did look tempting . . .

"What's his blood type?" Katniss asked, almost dreamily.

"AB negative," Madge replied, eyeing the vial herself almost jealously.

"Best fucking type there is," Finnick said. "It's rumoured to taste like every delicacy put together into one."

"It's the also the rarest," Madge added. "Your a lucky girl Katniss."

"How did you get it?" Katniss questioned. She picked up the vial and ran her fingernail along the label: Peeta Mellark, K's Sire.

"Snuck into his house last night," Madge said casually. "Wasn't hard. He sleeps with his window open. Just syringed some out of his arm. Easy peasy."

Katniss unscrewed the cap once more and took another sniff. A longer, more drawn out sniff; like a druggie wishing to savour their round of the blunt. It filled her senses and all she could think of once more was drinking. Sucking every last drop of blood from that boy's body until their was nothing left. Then she could be free like the vampires. Free forever.

She'd drank the whole thing before she'd even realized it. Katniss gazed at the empty vial in confusion, wondering where it had all went until it some dripped down her chin. Madge and Finnick looked amused as she caught the droplet and licked if off her hand.

"You're not going to hold out much longer," Madge concluded. "That boy's gonna die." Katniss swallowed, remainants of Peeta's blood still lingering in her mouth. It was an amazing taste. The smell had made her feel high and now that she'd consumed it she was flying like a kite. "So what's your first taste of AB negative taste like?"

"Second actually," Finnick corrected. Katniss remembered the deep fang marks in Peeta's wrists. Marks she'd made. There was a small part of her that wanted to run out into the human world, find the blonde and finish what she'd started. It wasn't a large part of her but it sure was a part that was demanding to be heard.

"And remember, I know when you're lying," Madge smirked. Katniss sighed.

"It's delicious," she admitted. "But I'm not drinking any more. I'am not going to kill anyone."

"Goddamnit Katniss!" Madge snapped, slamming her fist on the table. "When are you going to see that this is your life? This is the path you were chosen for, this is what you have to die to survive?!"

"It wasn't the path I had chosen!" Katniss exclaimed. "It's the path you chose for me!"

"If I hadn't of turned you you wouldn't even be here right now! You would have bled out in that ditch!" Madge yelled.

"Madge," Finnick warned, placing a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "Easy."

"You should have just left me to bleed then," Katniss hissed. "Because now you expect me to take the life of an innocent just to save your own head. Do you ever wonder what these people's lives would be like if you didn't kill them? That girl yesterday didn't even look like she'd finished school!"

"This is what we have to do to survive Katniss!" Madge shrieked, her voice going high and pitchy. She coughed and lowered it before saying quietly, "If you don't do it on your own then I will drag him to you and force you to." She stood up. "I will throw him onto his knees in front of you and we'll see how much control you have then. Look, I don't want to do that but I will if it comes to it. I'am not going to die."

Madge vanished into the crowd and Katniss groaned, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "What do I do Finn?" she asked her friend. Finnick shrugged.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asks. "You kill him."

A/N: Sorry again that it's short but I hope its good enough? :-)

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