I spent the next few days avoiding everybody by staying in my room, but eventually I would have to come out to eat. I don't know why, but it felt like the right thing to do at the time. Bertrand's probably thinking that I didn't like him, which I do, I'm just not ready for a relationship yet. I really don't want to hurt his feelings. I know what it feels like to be hurt by someone you love or trust. I trusted the wrong people a long time ago, and they betrayed me. Vlad would know where I was, but being the caring person he is, has left me alone, but has tried to tap into my head and failing. Ingrid and dad don't really care, but Wolfie has tried to talk to me. He's the only one apart from Vlad and Bertrand that gives a damn about me and I do love him, but I haven't really had any time to bond with him. I had been moved downstairs by now and could hear a few conversations between family members.

I got up off of the red velvet chair which I was laying on and walked over to my wardrobe. I pulled out a red tank top and black shorts as it was quite warm and as you know, vampires and heat don't mix, so went for something that was cooler. I changed into them and went over to the desk where my hair brush was and make-up. I brushed my hair getting all of the knots out that had been building up over the past few days and putting it up into a bun to stay as cool as possible, then applying my make-up. I put a thick layer of mascara and eyeliner and a thin layer of black eye shadow, then to top it all off I put on a bit of red lipstick on. I walked over to the door and grabbed the door knob. I was about to open the door when I heard footsteps coming. They got louder and louder until they stopped outside my door. There was a knock at the door then they spoke.

"Violet, it's me. Open the door." I recognised the voice to be Vlad's. I placed my head against the door. "Please?" he asked. I opened the door and threw my arms around him and he held me tight as if to protect me.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I should have let you talk to me." I said hugging him tighter,

"It's OK. You wanted to be alone. Bertrand told me what happened. He is really worried and upset." Vlad said letting me go. I nodded and said,

"I'd better go and see him." I said. He nodded.

"Just don't hurt him. He is very emotional, even though he doesn't look it, he is." I looked at him with a softer tone.

"I won't." I said before disappearing into the training room. He wasn't there, so I went up to the top floor and stood outside his room thinking whether I should go in there or not. I knew he was in there. It was a sense that I had become so familiar too. I knocked softly on the door and waited for an answer. When no one answered, I walked in without any warning. No one was visible in the room, but I knew for a fact that he was in here. I walked over to his coffin in the corner and lifted the lid up silently. He was asleep. He looked so... angelic? While he was sleeping. So at peace with the world. You wouldn't suspect he was an evil vampire that just happened to be the hottest guy in the world. Pull yourself together I thought to myself. His eyes opened sharply, staring into mine. He sat up and put his hands on my cheeks. His eyes searched mine for something, probably to find out whether I was the shape shifter.

"It's me Bertrand." I say quietly. He doesn't say anything, just look into my grey blue eyes. I really want to kiss him 'till I die right now. Metaphorically speaking. I placed a hand on his, which was still on my cheek. He still didn't say anything, so I kissed him softly on the lips, then placing my forehead onto his.

"Now do you believe me?" I asked. He still didn't say anything so I got up and went to leave. If he didn't want to believe me then fine. I stopped as I got to the door and turned to face him.

"If you don't believe me Bertrand, then you can't be in love with me. I've been hurt too many times, and I'm not going to be hurt again by you. If you do love me you only get one chance and if you blow it, then that's that." I looked at his face, taking in his appearance. His dark curls messed up, but it looked perfect on his head, his bright blue eyes, placed onto mine. But before I could do anything he was in front of me. Less than millimetres apart. He pressed his lips onto mine fiercely and passionate. He let go then pushed me against the wall and looked me in the eye with so much feeling. He placed a hand onto my face and kissed me again soft but with do much love. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, with so much force, so much passion, so much feeling, it pushed my head back onto the wall. My hand found its way to his soft curls. The other on was on his shoulder. One of his hands was placed on the lower part of my back so lightly I hardly felt his touch. The other one was on my waist. When he stopped he just looked into my eyes, and whispered into my ear,

"I don't want you." then flashed out of the room like nothing had happened. How could he do that? Anger boiled up inside me and I threw a fire ball just as the door closed behind him. I slid down the wall, banged my fist onto the floor as hard as I possibly could and brought my knees up to my chest, hugging them tight as I went into deep thought as I let the warm, salty tears fall from my eyes and down my face.

As time passed I realized that I did love him, but he didn't love me. Not as much as I loved him anyway. The kiss was fake. As much long as he could put fake feeling into his actions, I would be wrapped around his little finger, because he knows that love is my weak point. And now he can use that against me.

Iwalked down the corridor until I got to Vlad's room. I knocked loudly on the door and walked in. He was sat on his coffin lid with his head in his hands and the most depressed look on his face. I flashed in front of him with concern.

"What's the matter?" I asked. He looked up at me, his eyes swollen and red from crying.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about Erin." he said weakly. I pulled him into an embrace. The only think that could make me crumble was either the death of a loved one, or my family being put in danger. "What happened to you?" he asked so I explained what had happened between me and Bertrand. His expression was shocked.

"Bertrand would never do anything like that. He does love you. But he doesn't know how to tell you, but he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't deny that he loves you." He said hugging me.

"Then why did he do it?" I asked, frowning.

"I think he wanted to protect you." Vlad said.

"Then why kiss me?!" I yelled at him.

"Alright calm down, I think he wanted to show that he loved you, then say he didn't want you, just so he could protect you." He explained.

"Protect me? Why?" I asked. I felt someone touch my hand. I snatched my hand away and turned to see Bertrand there with the most guiltiest look on his face I had ever seen. Out of shear anger, I slapped him as hard as I could (which is pretty hard.) round the face. "How *slap* dare *slap* you *slap* hurt *slap* me *slap* like *slap* that! *slap*" I said slapping him for every word I said. His face was red on one side. I felt anger and guilt mixed inside my heart and head that were sending me mixed messages. I didn't know what to do, so I just started to cry again. I was frozen to the spot, crying and humiliated by him. For god's sake my brother is the chosen one and I'm crying! Vlad came over to me and hugged me.

"Get out Bertrand." he said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Violet-" he started to come over to me, but was thrown back by Vlad. At any other time I would of helped him to his feet, but I was not in the mood.

"GET OUT!" he yelled at Bertrand. Bertrand looked at me in the eye and walked out of the room, but not before leaving a message in my head,

I still love you. My heat fluttered at this. I knew he loved me, but I had never heard him say it to me aloud before.

Vlad let me go and held me by the shoulders. He looked me in the eye and tried to read my mind, but I put a block up so he couldn't see what I was thinking. Come to think of it, I don't think he would want know what I was thinking.

"Don't bother." I whispered to him as I closed my eyes. He stopped.

"I'm sorry." He said sitting down on the chair. I walked over to the coffin, closed the lid and sat on it sighing.

"Why? what have you done? It's his own fault." I said angrily.

"He only done it to protect you. That's what you do when you love someone. Protect them." He said defending Bertrand.

"I thought you didn't trust him." I said changing the subject.

"I do. But he loves you for god's sake!" he yelled at me.

"I know, but we can't be together." I said looking at the floor. It hurt me to say it.

"Why?" he demanded.

"If the shape shifter found out, then it could take advantage of us. I don't want to put Bertrand in danger." I explained.

"That's exactly what he want's for you." he said calmer. Then it clicked. I'm in love. I looked up at him.

"My god I've been such an idiot." I murmured.

"I could of told you that days ago." he laughed.

"Ha ha." I said sarcastically, then I smiled.

"My god your smiling, not smirking, get the news reporters!" he said sarcastically. I hit him on the arm as I realized, I hadn't smiled in a long time.

"I better go and see to Bertrand." I said going to walk out, but he caught my arm.

"Don't break his heart." he whispered.

"I wont. I know what that feels like." I said walking out of his room and flashed up to the top floor, where Bertrand's room was. I was about to walk in, when I heard voices inside.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!" Someone shouted.

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" Bertrand yelled at them. That two faced bastard. I burst into the room full of rage, to see Bertrand arguing with... me? My rage turned into confusion.

"What is this?" I asked clearly confused.

"Shape shifter. She's the shape shifter!" she yelled.

"No that's the shape shifter, I've just come from Vlad's room." I argued.

"Lier!" she yelled at him.

"Really, you think that will work? He dosn't know who the real one is, which by the way, is me." I said. In a flash I was pinned up against the wall by Bertrand, who was searching my eyes. I looked over his shoulder to see the shape shifter was gone. "She's gone." I said and he turned around to see if that was true. He turned to me.

"How do I know you didn't scare her away and you're the shape shifter?" he questioned me, obviously wanting me to prove it, so I kissed him with the same passion he had given me a few days ago.

"I'm sorry." was all I said before hugging him to say that.

"I'm sorry too." he whispered into my ear.

"What for, all you wanted to do was protect me?" I whispered back.

"For not telling you." he said and I could tell he meant it. "Let me make it up to you. Let me take you for a romantic moonlit walk." he asked. I smiled and said,

"Sure." and I kissed him quickly on the lips. "Let me get ready." I said before walking out of his room. "I'll be five minutes." I called and flashed into my room.