Chapter. 7. Is. Here.
I'm sorry it took so long but I had the worst writers block you could ever imagine! I will be updating this story every Monday, and things are starting to get
painful for one of the characters! I am also introducing the main villain in this chapter. Before you read, guess who the villain will be, if you guess correctly, congrats!
-Shadow, over and out!

Shelbys POV:

Ross was laying on the bed, tussling around and drenched in his own sweat. I took a damp cloth and dabbed his forehead with it while he tossed and turned. As I moved my hand away, Ross grabbed my arm, his eyes snapping open as though possessed. I yelped as he squeezed my wrist forcibly, almost gasping for breath. "Shelby…" He croaked, quivering with fright.

"You are getting worse." I trembled "I'm gonna get Quentin…" I again tried to pull away but Ross still would not let go; he pulled my face down to his, and whispered dejectedly into my ear:

"I'm sorry Shelby, but we both know I'm not going to make it"

"Don't say things like that!" I shivered "Ross-"

"Please, just save Jin" He said, the colour running rapidly from his face "Don't let him get turned." I stared down at him, all he ever cared about was that others stayed safe; when Max had been turned, he had tried to sacrifice himself for him, but we stopped him. When Sky had been captured, he ran in, trying to be the hero, but Ty got there first. We couldn't let him die, now, like this. He couldn't leave us, not now, not when he had tried his hardest to help, tried his hardest at everything, everything he did.

He couldn't die now, I loved him.

Jins POV:

Crack!

The whip hit my back, causing the skin to rip and blood to fall in streams down my body.

Crack!

I let out a cry of pure agony, my screams echoing around the dingy basement room.

Crack!

The third blow connected with my spine, sending spasms of pain up my torso, and causing me to scream once more. The vampire who was whipping me chortled, finding pleasure in my disparity, and said "Hurts, Doesn't it?" He grinned, and hit me again, "You know, it doesn't have to stay like this… Imagine, feeling no pain, being stronger, faster. Imagine being able to hear things from far away, feeling nothing, just power and dominance. All you have to do is give in… Give in." He put his face next to mine and smiled at me with his pearly white teeth.

"Just give in, give up your humanity…"

"No!" I screamed, my voice cracking slightly, but determined all the same. "I will never, NEVER, be turned!"

"Well" said the vamp "Maybe we can do something to change your mind"

(Time skip to three hours later)

I screamed.

The punches raining down on my body felt like I was being slammed by hundred-pound weights, and the tears on my face were mixed with blood and sweat as I cried in complete terror and anguish. "Give in!" instructed the Vampire, punching me even harder as I shook my head, "Give in!"

"Never!"

"Give in!"

"I. Will. Not!"

The vampire sighed, obviously enraged at my refusal, and punched me harder still. After a few more minutes, he gave up and started to loosen the chains from around my wrists. He pinned me to the wall by the throat with his bony hands and muttered: "Why are you so determined to keep going eh? Why is it so important that you survive then? Why do you matter so much? Your friends left you here, why would they care…"

I shook my head at him, producing the most determination that I could muster as I said:

"You can't use the 'oh your friends left you' card on me" I spat "I know my friends did exactly what they should have done in that situation."

"Well," The vamp said "Some way or another, we need to get you to give in so…"

"Why though?" I interrupted "It doesn't make any difference whether I give in or not" I gulped down the blood that was building up in my mouth and asked "Why don't you just bite me now?"

"It's just more fun this way" The vampire grinned evilly, "And I've just had a good idea…"

I gulped again, trembling and said "W-what is it?"

"Hello Jin."

I heard a voice from the door and peered over the Vampires shoulder to see who had spoken. My jaw dropped. There, standing in a pool of my blood; with eyes that burned fear right into my very soul and a wicked smile contorting his face, stood a figure I thought I would never see again.

It was Max.

I know I have already said this but…. Oh Dayum!
Did you guess correctly…..