So this is chapter 3 I trust you all went to my website when you saw the link? *nudge* *nudge* lol

I woke up in a daze, things were so different. My limbs were sort of sore at first...stiff, but then I sat up andstretched and everything was amazing. I looked around and saw that some things looked more detailed. I looked down at the carpet of the hotel room and saw that there were actually little golden flakes of swirls patterned into the white plush of it, and that the bed spread was laced with the same type of golden material, also the bed spread and the carpet were two different colors even if to human eye they look like the same off white color. I looked at Nick, who was laying asleep next to me, his dark hair sprawled out around his beautiful head. His skin was smooth and flawless, even more flawless than I had thought as a human. His eyelashes casted a dark cresent against his porcelien skin. I tilted my head to the side in awe. I looked over the room again, it was done in black and white with he tiniest hints of gold. On the black leather autimun layed a human man, he was husky, his skin was red (probally a bad machine tan), his hair was light blonde. I smelled the air and noded to myself. He was attacked, probally from Nick, and dragged back here. He smelled like a hobo by the way.

I didn't know what Nick was talking about I mean I wasn't choking or anything, I wasn't gasping for air. Then I looked back at the man. There was the tiniest bit of blood thrinkling down his neck, so litte that a human wouldn't have spotted it as far away as I was. But all it took was that little bitty drop of blood and a deep breath from me to have me raving. I couldn't breathe, I was gasping uncontrollably for air. It felt as if a huge peach has suddenly gotten stuck into my throat, I coughed a little then looked back at the blood. Then I was crazy with hunger. I jumped up so fast that I didn't even relized I'd jumped at the man until I was in the air about to pounce on him. My rational mind had gone somewhere else, probally to hypernate while it let my crazy mind satisfy my needs. I jumped on the man and then animally yanked his head up, exposing a neck. I heard myself growl. I burried my head into his throat and tore into his neck. Oh! The blood didn't taste like copper or salt or anything like that, it was sweet and juicy and delicious. I loved it, for some reason... oh wait I'm a vampire. Duh. I pulled back then felt for a pulse...faint....faint... THERE IT IS! I bent down and struck at his artarie, blood gushed out and into my mouth. I moaned in pleasure, this was almost as good as sex...almost. It was so relieving, the blood released me from my choking state and but me into a state of leasure and comfort.

"So I see your awake." Nick laughed at me and I satated my hunger.

I flipped him the bird without bringing my head up from the man's neck, this just made him laugh harder. Finally no more blood would come from his veins, I lifted my head and licked my lips and fingers clean. Then I looked and the perfect Nick and smiled.

His eyes grew wide when he say my face and he gasped, "Beautiful." he mouthed.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Ha. Ha. You're so funny." I said sarcatically of course.

"No, really. You held the beauty of a vampire as a human, but now you.....You're a goddess." he awed at me.

"Whatever." I said simply and waved him off. "Do you know how many guys have called me a goddess in my life, well I'll believe I'm a goddess when I grow a tree with the snap of my fingers." I gavce a half-hearted laugh at his gawking expression and walked towards the bathroom. I opened the door and flipped on the lights, it took literally no time for my eyes to adjust to the lights. I looked into the mirror and gasped at myself. My skin was smooth and flawless like Nick's, I looked pale and fragile yet strong and powerful. My hair was longer than before, and shinier. It was in big, gorgeous curls all over my head, making it look unintentionally windblown. My lips were more pouty than usual and more pink. My eyes were silver and golden, my fangs were long and haunting. I looked like a vampire goddess. Just like Nick had said. I turned on one of the faucets and splashed some water on my face and then looked back into the mirror, the water made my face look even more innocent and adorable. But my fangs retracted and my eyes went back to their normal colors, yet there were a little trace of silver and golden specs in them. I walked back into the room where Nick was laying back on the bed, his hands behind his head.

"Beautiful?" he asked when he saw my questioning look.

"Um, so he fangs come and go as I please?" I asked nervously, I was trying not to look back at the innocent man I'd just killed, it wasn't the first time I'd killed though, but this man was some innocent man that Nick had chosen of the street, a simple man who was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. I shivered. The feeling of guilt clashed with my look of innocence. I looked down.

Feeling my grief, I guess, Nick rushed over to me and took me into his arms. I looked up at him, the eletric feeling was intense on my skin, "I hate you." I whispered to him.

"Aishiteru." he countered, "Would you like to know what that means?" he asked me his eyes were filled with love and compation.

"No need, I already know. And Daikiria." I said, I was a fluent japanese speaker.

"Victori Peirces, what a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl. You may not love me but I love you and I will make you my princess of the night. I promis you this." He looked down at me and closed his eyes, then kissed the top of my head. He released me then looked the man's body into the kitchen. I don't know what he did with it in there.

I closed my eyes and sighed, at least I didn't have to look at it anymore. I would of course have to get used to it...To killing people. It was neccessary for life, I would just have to live with it. Lioness' don't feel bad when they rip a fawn up for their little cubs or to satisfy their hunger, so neither should I. Yeah, that's how I'll look at it. Like I'm a lioness. Merciless.

He came back in and took a deep breath, "You don't need to worry sweetie, he had genital warts, HIV positive, and he had breast cancer. He had just found out today that he was going to die before the year was out anyway, all you did was make it easier for him. Painless and quicker." he told me.

"So, still maybe a mericle would've come within this year and he would've had a chance to love and have a family one day before he died. But we will never know now, will we?" I looked at him with a questioning suggestive glance and at his bewithered expression I just smirk and dropped myself on the bed infront of me. I sighed deepily into it. The matress was so soft, I could drift in it's softness forever.

"Let's go." he said. He picked up a box that was sitting in a black leather chair not too far from the bed, "But first change into this, what your wearing isn't apropriate for where we're going." he said and handed me the box. "Go change." he said once again and sat on the bed and tapped his foot, an impatient motion.

I sighed and took the box into the bathroom. I stripped down and took off my underwear and quickly washed off my "sacret parts" with the complementary rags the hotel gave you then put my underwear back on and opened the box. The outfit was made of leather, it reminded me of catwoman's suit. I pulled up the top, it was strapless black leather top that was straight across the top except for the little dip in the center that exposed alot of chest, and the bottom it had "Beautiful" inscribed on it in gold broidery. I put the top on and wondered just where we were going as soon as I saw the pants. It was a pair of short leather shorts that, when I put them on, instantly fitted my forrm and found it's way into my ass crack. There was also a pair of thigh highs in the box, also black leather like the shorts and the top. I slipped them on and looked into the mirror. I cracked a smile. I had no idea how long it had been since I went to sleep. The thought of time just now suddenly occured to me as I relised that I was wearing club clothes and surely weren't going to a club in the day time.

I walked out and Nick raised his eyebrows at me and smirked.

"Shut up, just shut up." I said.

"I said nothing." he put his hands up in defence.

"I heard you. You think I don't hear your little coments in the back of your head? I can." I smirked at him. He actually thought I was serious.

"Whatever, if that was true you'd know that I was complementing you." he stood and took my hand in his. Again there was the soulmate's touch. "Come on." he said and he led me back to the car out side. But there was a moterbike parked next to Nick's Farrari. He threw his leg over the bike and started the engine, he nodded motioning for me to sit on the back. I hoped on behind him and cluched on tightly.

"No helmets?" I asked.

"We're vampires, no need." threw over his shoulder at me then backed up, "Hold on tight." he advised me then we were off. I'm not going to lie to you, it felt like I was sitting on an oversized vibrater. Not that I've used a vibrater before or anything like that it's just what that felt like.

"You enjoying the ride?" he yelled back at me over his shoulder.

"Yeah. This is exhilerating!" I smiled at him and he glance at me over his shoulder, a smile in his eyes. He stayed true to his promise, his eyes didn't turn back to that demonlike red color. I leaned my head on his shoulder and moaned. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"To see my friends." he said simply.

I guess I would have to see for myself. The ride was fun and fast, my hair lashe at my face, my skin glowed a little more. I couldn't stop laughing to whole time, it was a picture perfect moment, and I was sharing it with Nick. At first there were doubts in my mind about this whole soulmate thing but if I put aside the whole kidnaping thing, Nick wasn't half bad.

I looked up at the sky, it was dark with stars in the sky shining brightly. I saw the Gemini constelastion and the big dipper, I looked at the moon and saw that the craters were big and small and lopsided and all those little details. It was amazing. We finally pulled up at this little brich building with the words "Karnivorus" shining brightly on a sign over the door. Nick got of the bike first and then led me towards the door. I folowed silently. I knew what he meant now about being able to sense other night people, I felt their powerful presences inside the building, it was like the hairs on the back of your neck going up when someone comes up behind you but more intensified. I did as he informed me and thought of nothing but a brick wall as we entered the building. A small dark skinned boy with a fade was standing there right before we stepped in, he sniffed the air and then stepped aside, allowing us to futher go in the building. I saw Nick roll his eyes at the boy.

'Werewolves, so domestic.' he taunted in my head.

'Am I broadcasting?' I asked.

'Nah, I can just get into your head because your my soulmate and because we have a strong mind connection already.' he told me wrapping his arm around my waist.

'Oh, well am I doing good blocking everyone out?' I was sort of scared.

'Yes, very good.' He squeezed me tighter into his arms and smiled down at me. I couldn't help but smile back.

When we got deeper into the building there was a hall. A long hall that had a door at the end of it. I heard load music coming from the inside of that door event thought it was suppose to be sound proof. I took in a deep breath and made my mental wall harder and thicker (to all the freaks out there: Stop bein nasty!).

Nick squeezed my side again and smiled down at me, gesturing for me to relax. I smiled back up at him but it didn't reach my eyes. This was all so sudden, I had a soulmate, I was a vampire, everything was so... Weird. I looked down at my feet and exhaled as Nick opened the door for me. Inside was a huge room that was filled with a bunch of neon colors. There were black leather couches were in all the corners with black coffe tables infront of them. There was also a bar going along the back wall of the club and there was two pool tables on the left wall and a DJ on the right wall. I smiled, I'd been in a club like this before, it was called Musique (the one I'd went into) but it had a more gothic glow to it than this club.

"Where are we?" I whispered to Nick as we walked onto the dancefloor.

'A little Night World club called 'Karnivorus'. It's one of the secret clubs that actually looks and feels like a club.' He told me mentally.

I looked around and saw that all the people who over crowded the big room were pale and beautiful. I saw a few men who were dancing with girls who were so beautiful it was a sin look over at me with interest and strong desire, and some girls looked at me with spiteful glances at me. I took a step closer to Nick and started to sway with the beat of the music. Nick was a great dance partner, always allowing you to show off your style but then made it seem like he was leading. A song came on that I and appearently everyone in the club was familar with, "Low" by Flo Rida. And let me tell you the dance was no longer forbiden. I, of course beiing from BH, knew how to dirty dance and Nick was a great partner, but when a sexy dude with blonde hair came up behind me I couldn't help but to let my freaky side show. I dipped and rubbed my ass up against him according to the beat, Nick found another partner also. I ended up doing a booty meet (look it up) with a few girls. I was unexpectedly having fun. I eventually got back to dancing with Nick and then had went to the bar with him, as a human I would've gotten tired or at least short of breath with all the dancing I had did but I hadn't even broken a sweat. I smiled at Nick.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked me.

"Extremely." I laughed just to laugh and took a martini, I drowned it and didn't even sway the slightest when I had ordered a Sex On The Beach, this didn't surprise me since I had come from a family of drunkens and we almost never got wasted no matter how much we drunk, it was in my blood. But when I had gotten five more beers and a hurricane and I was still stable I looked at Nick with a crooked glance and a eyebrow raised.

'Why aren't I drunk. yet?' I called to him mentally.

'The only thing vamps can get drunk on is blood, sweetie.' I heard sort of a mental laugh in my mind and I joined along physically. I smiled at Nick.

"How long have we been here?" I asked.

"About three hours." he grabbed his iphone out of his pocket and checked the time. "Yep, about three hours."

'And how long was I asleep?'

'Oh, about five days. You woke up earlier than I expected but, your heathly and that's all that manners to me.'

I rolled my eyes. Then I turned on the bar stool and froze. That couldn't be... I know it's not... It's impossible.... Tony? Nick had said that this was a club for nightpeople and Tony had a little color in his skin, plus we had grown up together.

'Nick, can vampires be born and grow up like regular humans?' I asked him still staring at Tony, as if I was afraid that if I looked away he would vanish.

'Sure,' he answered, 'those type of vampire are called Lamia. You type of vampire is called Made, you and me both are made but Lamia vampires have a little witch in them so they can be born, grow, and they can stop aging anytime they choose and they can start again, only if they decide to start again they will look... their real age... If you know what I mean.' I understood.

I noded and said, "I'll be right back," then I hoped off the chair and walked over to the dance floor where about five different girls were on Tony trying to dance with him. I joined those girls in dancing on him but he didn't seem to notice me on him. Probally because on the huge crowd. I smiled at one of the girls next me and she gave me a "toothy" smile back. I turned to see Tony staring straight at me. I smiled naughtily at him and he grabbed my hand and rushed me out a back door. We ended up in a ally behind the building.

I felt Nick pushing at my mind, asking me if I was okay. I gave a gently push back to calm him.

"What are you doing here?" he growled at me, putting both hands on either side of my head, trapping me against the wall.

"Well, I could ask you the same thing. How can you possibly be a nightperson? You've got color in you skin." I did a hand gesture at his skin for emphasis.

"Well, I'm a shapeshifter, and besides not all nightpeople have to be pale as a ghost." he said still a little faint growl in his voice, "But that's besides the point, how are you here, your going to get eaten alive. You...you...human!" he was quietly hissing at me now. "Don't you know you mom is crying over you every night? She and your father are going crazy looking for you, and your hanging around nightpeople? How do you even know about them? Your a human damnit." he was pounding his fist against the wall next to my head.

"Tony, calm down." I said gently then softly rested my hand on his cheek, like I always did whenever he got angry, but he'd never gotten angry at me before.

He sighed and looked in my eyes, "You were human. What happened? Who turned you?" he asked, calmly now.

"My soulmate." I whispered. Tony grabbed my hand that layed on his cheek and he squeezed it, just then I felt the same shock I felt whenever Nick and I touched, it was stronger though it felt more ginuine. "Wow."

"I am your soulmate." Tony looked at me with eyes filled with sorrow, "I've always been your soulmate, I knew that since the day I met you that you meant something special to me but.... I didn't think of you as my soulmate until one day we were at the park and you touched my cheek when I was mad at Daniel for throwing away my report. Remember?" he paused so I nodded and he continued, "When you touched my cheek I felt that shock, and my heart pounded and I couldn't stop thinking about you. I knew you were the one." he was whispering to me now. I had come closer too, his forehead was leaning against mine and my body was reacting madly.

"I...I remember feeling something that day, but... you and me? Soulmates?" And I could see that two, me and Nick older and married having little children run around the house. I sighed. "But how's that possible if Nick's my soulmate? I feel the same shock with him." I was really whispering this to myself but Tony backed up and looked at me when I said this.

"What!" He was back to growling. He moved his hands away from the wall and started to pace infront of me. "How can...." he stopped and looked at me with a shocked expression glued on his face, then he whispered his voice harsh and menicing, "Did you saw Nick? As in Nick Rawl?" at my silent nod he turned from me and went back into the club.

I wen tin after him but he had escaped into the crowd and I couldn't find him. If only Tony would tell me what was wrong; I mean obviously he knew Nick, and that had to mean Nick knew him but that must mean, but judging by his reaction they weren't the best of friends either. I looked around and still I couldn't find Tony. I tried calling out with my mind, after all Nick had said that I was a telepath.

'Tony?' I called out, searching with my mind for his. I had no idea what his mind looked like but suddenly it was like I was in a whole new world. I mean I didn't move and I still saw everyone dancing in front of me in the club but in my head there was images that were inexplainatory. I saw different colors, some in the same region but no color exactly alike. It was like my mind had went into a giant rainbow or a colage of different colors. I touched one of the colors with my mind then thought about it for a second. I put the brick wall, strong and sturdy, back into my mind then proceeded touching the color. This color was a golden bronze like color and when I touched it a thousand thoughts flew into my mind.

'Who is that?' a woman's voice, she was thinking this thought about a man that was dancing beside her but not with her, this makes her a little sad and she doesn't know why.

I didn't remain in her mind any longer, it was nothing to me. I wanted Tony's mind. I went back to surfing the colors and looking for something... I didn't know what Tony's mind looked like and there was appearently a whole other life that Tony had lived that I didn't know about and there was no telling what color that meant for him.

"Are you okay?" Nick came from nowhere and snapped me out of my mind surfing state. He grabbed my shoulders. By now I was used to the soulmate's touch.

"Yeah, yeah....Just....Do you know someone named Tony Toni?" I blurted it all out in one big huff of breath.

He growled at the mention of my beloved's name. "Toni," I could tell he was just saying his last name, it's pronounced sort of differently. "Whatever he says do not trust Tony Toni." he looked me in the eye and his eyes when back to the pupiless red and he stared me down with them, "I'm serious Victori, do not listen to anything Toni says." he huffed and his eyes went back to the other color that they had resided to.

I didn't have words strong enough to express the emotion I had felt at that moment. I didn't know if I hated Nick or loved him for telling me to stay away from Tony and I didn't know who my soulmate was. I didn't know if this was all real or not, in just a few weeks my life had turned upside down. So quickly. I had known Tony pretty much all my life, and he and I were as close as two people can get without having sex or getting married, and honestly before that fatal night that's what I thought he and I were going to end up doing. I loved him with all my heart and that would nevver change. Whether my "soulmate" told me it would or not.

But then there was Nick Rawl. I hated him when I first met him then I loved him. I love him. I couldn't help that, there was a connection that was so... strong and unbreakable. I wanted him so much I practically craved him like a starving child craves food. I need him like a drowning puppy needs oxygen. And these are feelings that I have for someone who kidnapped me and forced me to be a vampire. I don't know what to do honestly.

I sighed and looked down. I couldn't look at Nick anymore. Not with those probing eyes staring back at me like that. I brusted past him, "I'm sorry, Nick. I have to go." I whispered harshily. It felt as if I had something stuck in my throat, it was a struggle for me to talk. I sniffed and, with my head down, walked out of the club. I didn't want to let the tears of fustration leek out of my eyes. It would show weakness and I wasn't dumb I didn't want to show weekness in a room full of vampires. I walked slowly through the door then walked slowly down the hallway, then I ran as soon as I was two feet from the club. I ran and I ran. With tears blurring my eyes, I couldn't see anything but damnit I ran until I couldn't run anymore. I bumped into a person, a man. I looked up as he caught me into his arms.

I sniffed and looked up at him through teary eyes, "Excuse me." I said.

"Ma'am is something wrong?" he asked with a hint of a southern accent.

"I'm fine." tears wouldn't stop coming. I pulled back from his grasp and brust past him and jogged into a dark ally. I went into the ally until I hit a brick wall and I bawled. I hit the wall with my fist multiple times then I dropped by the wall and just bawled. "Why?" I asked to no one in perticular. "Why me...." I sniffed and bawled, "Why me?" I finally whispered and then fainted from exhaustion.

I woke up with a sore back and another crook in my neck. I was laying on a mattress in someone's apartment or something like that. It was the place of a poor person that was for sure. I sat up quickly and looked around the room was small but quaint. There were what looked like wooden sticks used for fighting handing on the wall on the far side of the room and there was a small television on the floor. I stood and looked up, there was a small draft coming from a window on the ceiling. I looked at the wall with the door that seemed to lead to the outside world. I jumped up high and grabbed a hold on the frame of the window. I slid through and climbed to the top. Appearently I was on top of a roof of a tall building. I was still in Beverly Hills that was for sure, because I knew this building. It was the WNCP old apartment building where struggling artist and people with low income had to live well they really don't have to live here but, they do just to say they live in Beverly Hills, even if it was the scraps on the bottom of BH.

I looked around the top of the building and heard a voice. The voice was soft and fragile, "Hello. I would say good morning but that's not really how you introduce yourself." I turned to see a small girl with a heart shaped face and red hair that fell straight and long to the back of her knees. She had green eyes, big puckered pink lips, and wore a gold armlet. She wore torn jeans and knee high boots with a green tank top. "I'm Teru Pierces. You are at my apartment. I have watched you from afar for many years." He was gently, almost lovingly, caressing the gold armlet that held the design of a rose, only the rose petals were black instead of gold like the rest of the armlet.

I stared at her and raised an eyebrow, "How long? That's stalking." I walked back on step away from her.

She laughed and jumped over the window and stepped closer to me, if she wanted to all she had to do was reach up and touch my cheek, which conveintly she did do. "It's now stalking if the intension is good. Oh child, I was looking over you because your mother was never there. Our mother was never there." She was whispering to me now, in a small sad voice.

"What are you talking about?" I asked her, she was crazy.

"Oh. Excuse me you don't know do you? You are one of us honey. Here let me explain."

This story is going all over the place now but don't worry I have the perfect idea on how to end it.