(A/N: My 'Review of the Chapter' for Chapter Two was from 'babygreeneyes' and it said::

CANYOUPLEASECONTINUEYOURSTORYILOVEITITSREALLYGOOD!!

English Translation:

Can you please continue your story, I love it, its really good!!

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Ahem, anyways, I just randomly jumped back a lot of pages in the Twilight archive and I found this story, and its AMAZING, who are the crazy morons who didnt review your wonderful story?!

Seriously, your story is so interesting, and your an excellent writer!! Did you leave fanfiction?? I'm hoping not!

Thanks babygreeneyes! So sweet! Okay, so, on with the short ReCap and the long awaited Chapter Three!)

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"Last question," I shouted over the thumping of his feet and the whoosh of the wind. This, I had been wondering for a while. He threw me into the truck and I chucked the keys at him, my hands shaking. He shoved one into the ignition and turned it. We were already off down the road, and I was still trying to catch my breath. "Why are you saving me all the time?"

Marlowe grinned as he turned the steering wheel and we were headed back to my home.

"I doubt this will really be your last question," Marlowe took his eyes away from the road and looked at my fingers. I was twiddling them impatiently. I felt like I owed this boy something; a home, maybe? A meal? A friend? I mean, what do you give a boy who's saved your life twice? I thought about it and realized I never felt that way about Edward.

No, he owed me something. Answers, that's what.

He was so right. This was not my last question.

"Why'd you save me?" I asked again. "Why do you keep saving me?"

"It's…unexplainable," was his reply. "I feel as though I'm a guardian now."

I blushed. "But- I- How'd you find me?"

He shrugged. "It's a power of mine, sensing death and birth."

"Power?" I asked, suddenly blank.

"Yes, many Vampires have one!"

"Vampire?!"

"Oh, crap! You didn't know, did you?!" Marlowe slammed on the brakes and the car skid to a halt. We both lurched forward into the dashboard, and Marlowe put his hands to his eyes. I just couldn't help myself, my mouth opened and a loud, unladylike laugh streamed out. And Edward said I was a horrible actress! When the dark haired, pale faced vampire noticed I was joking, humored tears were rolling down my cheeks. He looked up in horror and gripped the wheel tightly. He growled quietly and pushed down on the pedal once more, but gently. My eyes sparkled and I could tell he was fighting back a smile.

He attempted to look stern.

"Bella," he studdered, looking for the right thing to say. "I thought…you…Edward…but you-"

"Yes, I know," I interrupted. "I know all about Vampires. In fact, I wanted to be one."

"But?" That was all he could muster. I folded my arms across my chest and frowned.

"Edward was too stubborn."

Looking out the window, I was drowned in the silence, his name had, once again, shattered me.

Shattered me and left my pieces drifting away on the river of depression. I felt sick to my stomach. I had the sudden urge to run. To run away from all Vampire existence. There were so many places to refuge in, but which could I call home?

Maybe I…

Heaven?

Heaven?!

Heaven.

The idea poked at my conscience. But how could I get there without hurting Charlie and Renee?

Ugh! No! I had to get that proposal out and climb out of my little melancholy hole. Free at last, feeling the sun of sanity on the back of my neck, I looked from the window to Marlowe.

I noticed, with a stab of surprise, that the truck had stopped and we were sitting in Charlie's driveway. Marlowe was searching my eyes for any sign of consciousness, and when they flickered he heaved a sigh of relief.

"You okay?" He put an icy hand to my forehead.

"Yeah, yeah," I shook him away and opened the heavy red door. "I'm fine."

"Bella!" Charlie's voice erupted from up in his bedroom. The window opened, and his angry face was only barely visible behind the mosquito screen. "Isabella Swan!"

I heard him thump down the stairs- even from outside- and the front door was thrown open. Surprisingly, Charlie wrapped his arms around me tightly. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Marlowe still sitting calmly in the driver's seat, and I wondered if Charlie had seen him yet.

My question was answered only seconds later when I felt Charlie's breath in my ear. He whispered, "Who's that?" and threw a suspicious glance to the truck.

"Marlowe," I replied and walked into the house, beckoning my new friend after me. Charlie patted me on the shoulder and made his way back up the stairs. I thought I'd heard him say, "Finally, she's moving on!" but I couldn't be sure.

I saw the dishes in the sink and grimaced. Charlie didn't know a thing about house keeping, did he? I resisted the temptation to wash them and sat at the table, waiting for Marlowe.

"That man…"

I jumped at the sound of his voice. "Charlie," I told him, "He's my dad." Marlowe furrowed his brow and frowned.

"Not the most welcoming man, I gather."

"Why?! Did he say anything to you?!" I sounded horrified.

"No, no!" He laughed. "Just the scrutinizing look he gave…" I laughed too, but it sounded nervous so I stopped it short. I glanced at the dishes again. "Not so clean either." I looked back and noticed Marlowe had started pacing the room.

"Bella?" He was still walking around nervously. "I know we just met, but-" I straightened up in alarm. He smiled at my edginess and continued, "Would you like to go out with me sometime? I really like you." He took both my hands in his and smiled shyly.

"I…I like you too," I was too shocked to pull away. My heart felt bloated at the familiar touch. But how could I love anyone but…him.

Even saying that hurt.

But still, I almost felt happy with Marlowe near. I flushed.

"Thanks," I mumbled, dazed. "I like you too." His face brightened and- to my embarrassment, pleasure, and shock- he kissed me. I didn't hang limp like I did when Edward kissed me. It just felt…right. My lips tingled as he pulled away.

"I…I…" Marlowe stuttered, looking at his feet in unnecessary shame.

"No," I hugged him. "Its okay." I broke our embrace and grabbed his granite hand, lead him outside and jumped into the truck. I was driving this time. It was dark, a large rain cloud threatening a storm. Marlowe asked where we were going as I started up the engine and started to drive. "The movies!" I said.

"Which one?"

"Which ever."

I turned down the air conditioner and started the radio, and listened to the tune.

Youre just to good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
I love you baby, and if it's quite alright
I need you baby to warm the lonely nights
I love you baby, trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray
Oh pretty baby, now that I've found you
Let me love you baby, let me love you
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
You feel like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you

Somehow, someway, Marlowe's hand found mine, and we rode to the theatre in blissful silence.

(A/N: Awww! Okay, YES! I found my notebook! So, I'm going to TRY and manage my time, by putting up one or two chapters a week. I just dont have alot of spare time so... Yeah. ANYWAYS, thanks for reading, I hope you all enjoyed. PLEASE TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT MY STORY!!! Havent you all noticed I'm three chapters in and I only have 8 reviews?!? -tear rolls down cheek-

But the eight reviews I have are good ones, and I thank you all for reading my work! I spend countless hours typing it and writing it and editing it...So thanks! And please, ask all the questions you like, I wont be offended. I might do a FAQ at the end, AND, I've written enough in my notebook to know that...DRUM ROLL PLEASE!... I might be doing a SEQUEL! And dont worry, it will be a continuation of My Blood, not just a random new adventure. I hate Sequels that are like that. Okay, so, BYE!)