Never had I thought so many emotions could swell up in one being. I was alienated, shocked, baffled and stabbed. My anger was running wild, beyond my control. I felt that sickening hot, liquid burn through my body, burning in my veins.

Kyoko. My best friend was part of this war. Probably in a bigger way then I had ever expected.

She was ditsy, and I was fooled. I got caught up in her act.

I bit down hard on my lip, and squinted my eyes. My cheeks were burning; I wasn't going to let her have the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

Train flinched and tightened his hold on me. I wasn't sure what he was reading – my body actions, my emotions through the bond or just maybe it was his instincts.

Kyoko craned her head out to the side, eyes glaring.

"Who are you hiding, vampire?"

I let out a slight breath of relief she hadn't seen me. Trains body covered mine, so unless she was standing at an angle, she wouldn't have been able to see me. Somehow her voice sounded raspy and it set off all my signals, it sounded cruel, which was unlike her.

There was a long pause of silence. Train had met her stare, mocking it with a dangerous look. It made me shiver.

She's possessed. He finally said through the bond. I wanted so badly to peek around and see what I hadn't. But there was no need to. He sent it through the bond – showing me what he was seeing.

From this distance and my poor eye sight I hadn't caught it. Plus my quick glance didn't help. But seeing it through Trains eyes was breath-taking. Everything was crisp and bright – tuning in on every detail. I don't have bad eye sight, but compared to a vampire, I might as well be blind.

At first I hadn't seen anything wrong with her. But then it all started to fade into focus. She was radiating a dark purple, so close to her body I had to blink to take a double check. Also her eyes, oh god, the eyes. They were the same color a fern vampire eyes would have been, the scarlet ringed pupils boring into Trains. Her skin was pale and looked powdery.

Through Trains eyes, she was possessed. But in mine, she was a fern vampire.

She's not a fern, Train felt my dark thoughts tugging on the bond.

How come she -

Then there she was, on the other side of me. I seen the flash of white and spun around but I wasn't anywhere near as fast as she and Train were.

Kyoko lashed out, and Train was able to catch most of the damage, but she caught hold of my wrist and threw me to the ground so hard I gasped for air.

I pushed myself up, my body stinging from the impact I had just taken. Again she launched for me, but Train was there. He dodged the attack, and struck out low, aiming for Kyokos legs. The powerful hit sent Kyoko flying. She hit the ground hard a couple feet away from us, dust forming around her for a moment. And probably just like me, she was briefly stunned from the hit. Both of us moved towards her at that point, Train already hovering over her before I took a defensive stance beside him.

"Don't hurt her," I said quickly.

"I won't," Train studied her, from under him she was struggling to free herself, her teeth gleamed with saliva. Possessed indeed.

I don't know what he had been searching for, he had closed off the bond the second she attacked me. I had no clue what he was feeling, or what he was going to do. And that scared me more than it should have.

She lashed out at him, her nails scratching his cheek, leaving behind two uneven red lines. He pressed his weight down on her harder and she grunted in pain.

"Stop it, you're hurting her!" I touched his shoulder. When I looked at the possessed witch under him, I didn't see her for the bad. I saw her for what I knew she was. Always there for me, helping me out and one of the few people who knew about my past. What I saw when I looked down at her, struggling and in discomfort reminding me of a helpless animal, I saw my best friend.

"Rather her hurt us?" I don't think he meant for his words to come out sounding like venom, but they did. And it stung.

"I know that, but -"

"Rinslet!"

All three of our heads snapped to the side, Kyos was craned, her cheek on the ground to get a view of Sven running towards us from out of the undergrowth.

"What is he doing here?" Train asked from my side.

With all the commotion, this would be the perfect time to break free. And that's what Kyo must have been thinking. I saw a flash of gold strike out, plunging into Trains shoulder.

Gold is a powerful element. It makes tasty food and gorgeous jewelry, but it also makes for a deadly weapon to vampires. Mostly to fern vampires. Golden daggers that are charged with all four elements are used to kill fern vampires. But only when their struck in the heart. Other than that, it just hurts them immensely. But gold itself is an element not to mess with when you're a vampire. It doesn't do as much damage as it would when charmed, but stab any vampire with just a gold dagger and the pain will surge through them, causing them a considerable amount of agony.

"Train!"

She got him good. His reaction time was spot on, but she had that few extra seconds to lodge the sucker in there. He hadn't let go of her, but his back was hunched over, and I'm sure he couldn't hold on to her thrashing around much longer.

So I shoved him off her, and took his place, trying to get a good grip on her shoulders or flailing arms. Any kind of lever. I got nothing.

She kicked me off like nothing. Up and over her head, I scrambled up and saw Sven trying to take her on, but she had dodged his attacks perfectly, and made her way over to me easily. She grabbed my shoulders, jerking me towards her and wrapped her arms around my neck. I managed to get my hand caught underneath her arm and pry her off a little before she tried a different tactic.

Kyo struck out a kick for a low blow, but I avoided it neatly, sidestepping around her and grabbing her arm. As I went to twist it she broke free from my grasp and was back on me, this time she had shoved me down to the ground, as she sat on my stomach.

On top of me, she made a fist and launched her arm for my face. Barley in time to dodge it I turned my head as far to the side as it could go. The punch grazed my cheek and stung like hell, and then she grabbed my hair, jerking my head up to hers. The little bitch, combative fighting was one thing, pulling hair was another. It was a dirty way of fighting; something my training had never taught me. She might as well have brought a gun into the fight.

While she had my hair, I grabbed her shoulders and kicked my knee up, sending her over me. I followed through, fighting with the pain of my hair being ripped out of its roots. She had a good handful, and I'm sure I would have a bald spot after this was done.

I glanced around for a moment, and noticed Sven standing beside me in the defensive, just like I had with Train.

But a moment is all it takes for hell to break loose. She let go of my hair and rolled us over, quickly she pulled out a white slip of paper with symbols written on it and held it just over my forehead.

"Defungo-"

I heard a piercing roar of a gunshot, again and once more before there was silence. Then I looked at the paper, it had three perfect size holes in it, two on one side and one on top, right in the middle. Sven never used a gun, and in that moment the bond opened up again and I got a rush of emotions flooding through me. He was furious, shocked and in pain.

In an instant he was behind Kyoko, his hands on either side of her face. If I hadn't been pinned under her, I would have jumped up and stopped him. I already knew what he was going to do, bond or no bond. I struggled under Kyo, but no use.

"Train! Don't do it!"

In the echo of my scream I heard the faint sound of the sickening crack, her head snapped to one side and her red eyes went wide, then they diluted. Train tossed her dead body to the side, and leaned down to me, holding out his hand, his golden eyes looked dull. I glanced to the wound on his shoulder. It had already healed; there was dried blood on his blue shirt and a gash in the shoulder where the dagger had pierced him.

"Stay away from me! I said don't do it!" I pushed him away and scrambled back. Sven was at my side in instant, hands on my shoulders, he was looking down at the body shaking his head. At least someone shared my distress.

"What a shame," Sven said and looked at Train, and I never noticed until now that his eye patch was off.

"You killed her," I mumbled, but both the vampires could hear me.

"She's not dead," surprisingly it was Sven who answered and I shot him a look.

"What do you mean 'she's not dead'? Look at her!" I exclaimed and gestured towards Kyos still body.

Sven sighed and shook his head, squeezing my shoulder, "Oh, Rins."

Train stood up and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at the body, "Sven clean this up, will 'ya?"

Whether I liked it or not, Sven helped me up to my feet, grabbing my arms just under my armpits and hauled me up with a grunt.

"What do you want me to do with it?" He asked, letting go of me and stepping around Kyoko.

I glanced back and forth between the two men. Both conversing quietly, nothing hostile about them like it had been at the bar last night or this morning. Momentarily forgetting my anger for Train I stepped between the two men, looking back and forth, from Train to Sven and back.

"Wait, how do you guys know each other?" Both of them glanced up at each other then back down to me, both grinning like two kids who are about to get in trouble.

"Well, Rins, like I was trying to tell you before we were interrupted, there's a lot you don't know. But once we get out of here I can tell you everything your heart desires," Train bowed gallantly.

When I looked up at Sven, he didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned down and heaved up the body. Wrapping Kyos limp arms around his neck and holding up her entire body.

"Where are we going?" I looked back at Train and he was already heading towards his bike. He lifted one slender leg over the seat, grabbing the helmet on the handle bars and tossing it on his head.

"Somewhere other than here," Train started the engine, and I heard it roar to life.

"But what about –"I glanced back at Sven, who was already at the edge of the under growth, this time he had Kyo in his arms bridal style. My heart pinged for a moment. I wish it was me in his arms like that. Absentmindedly, I touched my lips, recalling how good his felt on mine.

Train rolled the machine beside me, but I didn't bother looking at him – my anger may have diffused since but it was still there. Not to mention this secret of him and Sven knowing each other.

"He'll meet us there," Train said, his voice sounded really close to my ear. I gave him a sidelong glance. He was starring off into the edge of the forest where Sven had just left into before tilting his head to the side, looking at me with those captivating eyes and that knowing smile.

"What are you looking at? See something you like?"

"I know you do," he tilted his head back towards where Sven had exited and I blushed, grabbing my helmet from his hand and pulled it over my head, trying to hide the rush of blood to my face.

"Shut up," I swung my leg around the bike and sat back. Train shrugged off his black leather jacket and tossed it behind him.

"It gets a bit chilly, hold on tight, Rins," he used Svens nick name which made my heart do a little funny dance. I slipped into the jacket and wrapped my arms around his slender waist.

I hated to admit it, but vampires weren't as weak as they might appear. Or maybe it was just Train. I could feel the lean, bulk of muscles from under his shirt, the sets of lines defining his stomach and his chest.

He also gave off an intoxicating smell, not like Svens of course, but it was just as good. Simple and sweet, delicious tangles of nature, smelling something a lot along the lines of grass, pine and autumn leaves. Pure nature, I took a deep breath in, enjoying the scent for as long as possible.

Train turned us around, and headed for the small opening on the other side of the forest boundaries, it was slow at first, and he drove carefully through the tiny trail that ran through the thick trees.

"Where did you learn to drive?" I rested my chin in the crook of his neck so I could see where we were heading for future knowledge.

"Airina."

"Is that your home town?" I asked, curious to find out more about him. And for once, I didn't blame it on the bond. I wanted to be able to see him in a different light. Even though he was a creature I hated.

"No. I'm from Estelle, a little town tucked into the mountains far west from here," he sounded fond and I felt a smile grow on my face. His voice was soft, but he couldn't manage to hide that husky sound to it. This is what drew me in.

"Do you miss it?" We finally turned off the tiny trail onto a bit bigger dirt road. The trees were higher here but not as thick.

Train considered for a moment, his hand tugging back on the throttle, speeding us through the dirt road. The wind felt great against my skin, and in my hair.

"I do. Very much, I find myself wondering if it's still there anymore."

"Why wouldn't it be?" I was confused, just how long ago had he last been there?

I felt him shrug, "it's been a long time. No small town like that can keep up with the royal demands now a days."

I bit my lip, glancing at him for a second. His eyes were focused on the road, but I'm sure he didn't even need to look where he was going he was that good of a driver. His mind was thousands and thousands of miles away.

No small town like that can keep up with the royal demands now a day.

"You really miss it. Why don't you ever go back?"

"I can't."

And with that the rest of our trip was silent. I rambled every now and then but for the most part I took in the scenery. We turned off the dirt road and onto another trail but it soon curved out and we were driving on the edge of the forest, right by the ocean. The engine was so loud, but even through it I could hear the tides of the uneasy water and smell the saltiness of the sea.

I thought back to our conversation, how Train had said he couldn't go back to his homeland. I never heard of Estelle, but he was absentmindedly sending me still photos, his memories of the great land. It really was tucked in between the mountains, there were trees and then beyond them there were the ice-capped mountains. Lots of hills, I don't think there was s single spot of prairie here. The town was small; huts lined up every which way and small fenced off areas with plants growing in the back. There was a river that provided them with clean water, but it was quite a workout to get to, I could tell just from the images he was showing me. Under my hands I felt those muscles again and it hit me, that's where he had bulked up from.

Actually, the more I think about it, the more stranger he became. Maya vampires, if there was no gain, wouldn't be dealt in any kind of physical combat. When I say gain, I mean food. Blood. But Train fought and he was strong not to mention good. Maybe better then Sven, but I had the strangest feel of familiar air when he fought. It was as if I knew his techniques. Sven might have taught him too, I concluded.

Lost in my own thoughts, I barley caught on that we had stopped until Train tried to get off the bike. Without the hum of the loud engine I heard silence until my ears picked up on the nature around us. Slipping off my helmet I gazed around. We were still in the woods but another totally different part of it. The path we were on was wide and a dirt path, but I followed it as it trailed into the woods, small and narrow. Way too narrow for our bike to fit through, plus the ground didn't look like it would be too friendly on his tires.

I also noticed Svens blue car parked on the other side. It was close to the trees and off the road, more or less in a small ditch. Train stood up and I slid off, my legs feeling like jelly. I stumbled at first before catching myself with the bike, using it as support.

"Where are we?"

"Far away, you going to be okay to walk?" Train also slipped off his helmet and lifted his hand out, gesturing to mine which I handed to him. He started to walk towards Svens car and produced a jingle of keys, he found one and slipped it in the key hole opening the door and chucking the helmets in the back seat. Locking the door he found his way back to me. I hadn't noticed just how close he and Sven must have been for him to have a set of his car keys. There was a lot of catching up to do.

"Yeah I'll be fine, where are we going?"

Train studied me for a moment and walked around the bike standing in front of me, "we have a ways to hike, Rins. There will be horses waiting for us when the path gets wider, but it's still a hell of a walk," he looked up into the sky, "plus the sun will be going down soon so we have to get there fast. You're sure your okay?"

I glared at him, how he dare treat me like I was inferior to him, "yeah, I said I'm fine. Let's go then," I pushed past him and headed towards the path, but Train grabbed my wrist and halted me in my step. I turned to answer him, but he cupped my face, his eyes intense. He didn't say anything; just the depths of his eyes spoke the world to me. Safe, protection, worried, concerned. Every emotion that flashed through his mind I read through the bond and in his eyes. Finally he let go, and reached down grabbing my hand, pulling me towards the trail.

"I'm sorry, Rins," I heard him mumble after a while. I didn't ask any more questions; even though there was a lot I wanted to know. I was going to wait and see where all this got me.

Just like he said the sun went down five minutes after we started walking and I was grateful for his hand. The trail floor wasn't as bad as unmarked forest floors, but it defiantly hurt on the feet and there were a lot of unexpected dips – again making me thankful for Trains hand.

"Taking too long," I thought I heard Train mumble infront of me.

"What was that?"

"Sorry Rins," he said. I couldn't see what he was doing but he had stopped and turned around. I seen his figure in front of me and then I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head. And just like that I was out like a light.

I woke up in a strangely familiar environment. I'm sure I was here before. The smell seemed so so familiar. I just had to put my finger on it. Sitting up, I gazed around the dark room, nothing I could make out. My eyes caught the little light from the moon and I noticed a figure standing by the window. I focused my gaze harder, but still couldn't make out who it was.

"Sven?" I rubbed my eye, the name coming naturally to my tongue.

The figure turned towards me and then started walking to the other side of the bed, and gracefully sitting down on it, making it creak softly.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" I lifted a hand and touched his shoulder, and I was so sure it was Sven. Only he had such hard, strong muscles under his tight skin. His shoulder was slightly padded and I could tell he still had his jacket on. Forgetting my question, I slid the shoulder of the coat off and he shrugged out of it and tossed it to the floor. My body burned when my skin brushed over his and I scooted over to get closer to him, my move not as graceful as his and sent loud creaks throughout the room. He wrapped an arm around my waist, shifting slightly.

"I'm not sorry I kissed you," I blurted out. My impulse control was never good, and it worsened every time I was with Sven. He made me act rebellious with his entire noble, Zen of life and calm talk. His lack of uncontrolled acts started to rub off on me, and I could feel it boil in my chest and throughout my body every time he was around. I sat up on my knees and craned over him, pushing my hands down on his chest.

"In fact, I would do it again," my mouth was at his ear and I hardly recognized my own voice. It sounded so silky and seductive. I traced my lips along his jaw and when I was inches away from his lips, his hands were in my hair and he pulled me to him. He stood up over me and pushed me down softly on the bed, his body just barley touching mine as it held himself up. This kiss was better than the first, both our mouths hungry and seeking out each others. One of his hands was in my hair, the other on the curve of my hip. I was lost in the moment, the heat from our bodies rolling off us; my tongue flickered over one of his sharp fangs, the tip sending a delicious thrill that shuttered throughout my body.

My hands found their way to the bottom of his shirt, and I pushed it up with ease. Sven always wore button up shirts but when he slept he wore a normal shirt – that's what I deducted it to right this moment at least; he was getting ready for bed.

I felt the planes of his hard stomach and chest under my exploring hands. He broke the kiss and lifted the front of the shirt over his head, leaving the arms on and leaned back down on me, kissing my neck and letting his fangs slid over my skin. I arched up into him, wrapping my hands around his neck and pulling him down on me. His breath pooled over my skin making my hair rise, his kisses were so gentle it made me frustrated. I wanted him to kiss me hard, like he meant it. I didn't want him to be careful. I didn't want him to be gentle anymore. The need burned too strongly within me. His fangs gracefully slid over my skin and made me scream with anticipation. I wanted him to bite me.

"Bite me, damnit". I finally groaned out, my voice was shaky and ragged.

I don't think he needed any more pushing. His teeth sunk into my flesh.

At first, it stung, his fangs puncture making me gasp. But then, it all faded. My mind went blank and everything turned hazy. I heard him drinking the spilling blood and I couldn't have found anything that sounded better. It drove me crazy. The bite sent a high throughout my body, setting off every nerve, blazing it into a hotter fire. I didn't want him to stop, my mind started to swirl and I started to get lightheaded. Everything felt like it was spinning around me.

"That's enough, Rinslet," I heard a familiar, husky voice say into my ear, "go to sleep." My body was sluggish but it followed the command.

Just before my eyes shut closed, I took in one last glance of him. The moonlight had been shining in the room and I focused my gaze on the man in front of me, he had dark hair in dismay around his head, and bright, unforgettable eyes. He also looked smaller and almost shorter and younger then what I remembered..

And for some reason the only person I couldn't help thinking about was Train.

Authors Statement:

This chapter is finally finished ! Really long story I know, but its to make up for the time it took ! So I was so busy, writting diplomas and tests that I forgot about this story for a while there. I had it on a USB memory stick and then I thought I had the update on it, and I go visit my mom, pop in the stick and open the document, all excited that I'm going to be updating, but then I only see like half of the fight scene and instantly my mind was like OMG the rest of the story is on my computer at home!

Horrible experiance, but now I'm home and was able to do a quick edit and now, ba-da, uploaded !

Thanks for being so paitent with me! You really are the truee fans, you put up with all my late-ness and grammer and spelling mistakes. I really feel like crying it touches me so much!

Thank you again and until next month my friends !

Cassie