Usually, birthdays are meant to be fun, but this day just seemed to be dragging on and on. I woke up in a strange, yet comfortable bed, and an IV was in my arm. Chad and I were no longer fighting. And oh yeah…werewolves were in town along with some crazy bitch who might be Kelsi's killer.

I walked all the way back in the bar so that I could try to find some answers about this werewolf problem. The dinner rush was happening now that my party was officially over. While Taylor busied herself at the bar, serving drunken men more drinks I knew I had to find Charles. I needed answers so I could kill the killer of Kelsi and pray to God that will make things better in Taylor's life. I knew deep down Taylor was still hurting by being the one to find the body.

When I walked into the library I was surprised to see Zeke, Sharpay, Chad, and Charles already sitting at the table. They all wore tired faces. It had been a long day, and it only became longer the moment Chad decided to tell everyone how he found me that morning; at Jason's house.

"So now you're connected to a vampire? Like emotionally?" Sharpay asked as she scrunched up her nose in disgust. I nodded. "That's fucked up."

"I don't think so," Zeke spoke up. Tension filled the room the moment Zeke disagreed with Sharpay. "At least now someone will be able to know if Gabs is in trouble when she's out patrolling. And Jason's a vampire so he'll have strength that we don't have. I think this situation is kind of perfect."

Chad snorted. "Perfect?"

"I think you're right Zeke," Charles spoke up as he took control of the conversation. He laid a book down on the table so that Sharpay, Zeke, Chad, and I could see. "I've been doing some research on werewolves the past day,"

"When does he sleep?" Sharpay whispered to me. Sometimes, when we became tired and were expected to listen, we didn't. It sometimes became impossible for us to focus.

"I have no idea," I whispered back.

"They are vicious animals," Charles warned gravely. "They are human by day and wolves by night. They travel in packs and are very territorial. The information Jessie gave me is very odd though. Werewolves usually don't like taking orders from anyone other than their Pack Master, but Jessie said they are following this woman."

"Can't werewolves only come out during a full moon?" Sharpay asked while drumming her perfect manicured nails against the table.

"They have to leave their human forms during a full moon, but on any other night, they can willingly choose to transform. It doesn't matter what form the moon is in," Charles explained. "We'll have to do more research. I want to know why they're in town, what their motives are, and where are these creatures staying."

I raised my hand as if I was still in high school. "What about how I kill the wolves? Do we know how I'm going to do that yet?"

"I think it's best if we get into contact with your," Charles took off his glasses as he tried to formulate a sentence. He never was good when talking to me about boys. "Your, uh…friend, Jason."

"Why can't Zeke and I go with Gabs? We can handle a couple of dogs," Chad said with one hundred percent conviction.

"No," Charles snapped. "Gabriella must go on patrolling and handling her Chosen One's duties like nothing has changed. I have a theory that the more normal she acts, then the quicker she'll get her powers back."

"So we're just going to let last night repeat itself?" Chad exclaimed.

This is the point where I step in. "Settle down Chad. I can take care of myself." I stood up and yawned. "Jason and I have a blood bond. If I'm in trouble, he'll be able to sense my panic and fear, and then he'll come for me. I'm not going to ask him to patrol with me, however, because I am a big girl who can take care of herself."

"You'll skip patrolling tonight, though," Charles said. "I think we could all get some much needed rest."

"I agree," Zeke said tiredly.

Sharpay and I have to talk soon…I can't keep avoiding her…she's so damn stuck up…only thinking of herself.

Sharpay stood up. I felt bad for her, but I couldn't tell her what Zeke was thinking. That would be violating Zeke's privacy and he was a good friend to me. I couldn't betray him like that. "I could use some sleep. If I don't get ten hours of sleep then my beauty fades."

If Zeke doesn't sleep with me tonight then his ass is sleeping on the couch!

I was accidentally letting my mind wander and letting my friends' thoughts into my head. I did need sleep.

"So we'll meet up tomorrow, go over some training, and then you'll patrol," Charles concluded. "Everyone else will research this unknown woman."


Construction was still taking place at Troy's bar. He had given the crew a time limit and they were exceeding his generous demands. And so when Tiara Gold stepped foot in Troy's bar, he made everyone leave; everyone that is except Adam.

"Well I can see you're not quite ready for customers," Tiara said with her high pitched voice and snotty, little tone. She was wearing what all natural vampire princesses wore. She was dressed in a curve fitting dress that clung to her small, lean body. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her skin was glowing unlike usual pale vampire skin.

Troy smiled tightly. He had received a call from Tiara the night before. It wasn't common for vampires to receive calls from their elders like this, but when they did it was always important business. Tiara was older than Troy by five hundred years. She was stronger and faster than him, and so he had no other options but to accept her into his business place.

"The crew is working on it. They'll certainly be done by tomorrow night, right Adam?" Troy asked in a threatening voice. He turned to look at the young college boy standing by the finished bar countertop. He was fidgeting, a clear sign that he was nervous.

"Yes…yes sir," Adam stuttered.

Tiara licked her lips as she stared at Adam hungrily. "Yummy. Is he yours?" She asked.

Troy shook his head. "Not if you want to taste him. He's quite delectable."

"After business," Tiara said. She folded her hands across her lap. "As Chief of this territory I must warn you that the kingdom of Mississippi is trying to be taken over. There is a force who is trying to push me out of power."

Troy's eyes widened a little. Tiara was powerful. If there was someone powerful enough to kill her for her thrown then the kingdom of Mississippi was in trouble. "How are you dealing with this problem?" Troy asked crisply.

Tiara sighed deeply, as if it was trouble to tell Troy the information she had. She was always one for dramatics. "I have a plan, and when I need you I will call upon you and you will serve me."

"Yes, of course my master," Troy said, bowing down on his knees in front of her. Troy knew how to talk to his elders in order to gain rather than lose his status. "Now you may feast." He motioned towards Adam by the bar.

Tiara licked her lips, allowing Troy to kiss the back of her manicured hand. "You will be awarded for your willingness to serve. Others haven't been quite so cooperative."

Troy smirked. "I only aim to please." He stood up and towered over Tiara by at least thirteen inches. "How long are you in town for? I can certainly round up other treats for you."

Tiara smiled at Troy before pulling Adam towards herself. "Thanks for the offer, but I only have to visit Jason Cross before heading back to my palace."

Troy wanted to ask Tiara about the business she was conducting with Jason, but he knew better than to disturb her now that she was starting her dinner. Although, Troy had a feeling that whatever business Tiara had with Jason, it had something to do with Gabriella Montez. He was bound to figure out what game Jason was playing.


"Training should be fun," I muttered to myself as I walked the streets alone. I would have accepted a ride from Chad, but I felt like I owed it to myself to prove that I was capable of doing right by myself. I didn't need Jason to protect me and I didn't need Chad to play the 'big brother' role.

It was dead silent out tonight. I didn't even hear any animals in the woods to my left. This was weird, and an unusual feeling swept over me. It was probably all the horror movies that I loved to watch, but when I stepped on a twig and the sound of it cracking filled the night time air I jumped. My breathing was erratic as I stopped in my place to look around. The only light I had to see in was from the streetlamp and the full moon.

Full moon…Crap! Why didn't anyone say that this would be the night where werewolves actually had to change into wolves? That would have been helpful if Charles would have mentioned this.

I stopped walking and looked behind myself. I was sure someone was following or watching me, and given my past record with vampires lately, there was a high chance that either Troy or Jason were behind me. But there was nothing…and so when I turned around to keep walking, I screamed a little as a wolf was five feet in front of me. It was big, white and gray all over, and its teeth were showing as it growled at me.

I put my hands up slowly, as if surrendering. There was no way that I could fight this dog and live to tell the story. I, for once, had no weapons on me and I couldn't read the animals mind. I could probably read its human mind, but I doubt this wolf was willing to change back into a human just for me to try to communicate with it.

"Nice dog," I said quietly as I took a half of step back. This made the dog bark at me even more, and so I stopped moving all together. I even stopped breathing for a split second as I forced myself to feel scared. If I felt scared then Jason would sense me and come to my rescue. This was the only option I had of getting out of this scenario alive and unscratched.

It took two steps closer and it made me feel like my throat was closing up. I was actually terrified as I looked into its eyes. They were purely black and threatening. It snapped at me as I jumped back. I looked down at the ground through the corner of my eye and noticed a very long and pointy stick. Just looking at the weapon got my juices flowing and my natural instinct to fight coursing through my veins.

"You want to fight?" I asked the stupid dog. "Then we'll fight." I grabbed the stick swiftly and held it, ready to defend myself like never before. Never, and I swear, never will anyone get the better of me like the Ogre did. There was no way I was going to be that vulnerable again.

The wolf lunged at me, but I barely side stepped it. I tried swinging the stick, and managed to hit its hind leg, although there was no damage. I turned around so that way I was looking at the animal again. I might not have my powers, but I do have the natural energy to at least try to fight. And I would be a liar if I said fighting didn't turn me on a little. It made me feel great, and so when Jason did actually show up and push me out of the way of the wolf, I was a little disappointed.

When Jason pushed me I stumbled back a little and tripped over my own feet. Apparently, having lost my powers made me human and clumsy as hell. I placed my hands behind myself to brace my fall as I watched Jason and the wolf circle each other. Jason had his fangs out, and he looked scary as hell! I wouldn't want to get into a fight with him right now as I watched his eyes narrow into slits, silently telling the wolf to 'back off'.

I could feel Jason like he was inside my head. I know I wasn't angry myself, but I felt my blood boil as Jason lunged at the wolf and tackled it to the ground. Jason was livid that any creature dared to try to harm me. It was almost sweet and a perfect moment if there wasn't blood dripping down Jason's chin.

The wolf struggled a little, but Jason ripped off its ear with his teeth before drinking more blood.


Martha Cox was a simple lady. She had a husband, two kids, and a dog who she cherished like it was her third child. She worked two jobs to make sure her family could live comfortably in a good neighborhood. She never planned on working in a gas station, but she did what she had to do to survive.

She never liked the night shifts, and so she was always on alert when closing up for the night. It was nearly pitch dark, and so she had her pocket knife out and ready to use as she walked the short distance to her car.

"Excuse me Miss," A woman called out. She looked not a day over thirty Martha noticed. "Can you help me?"

Martha looked at the stranger wearily. After Kelsi's death everyone in town was on edge. "What's wrong?"

The woman motioned to the beat up car behind herself. "My car has a flat tire. Can you help?"

A part of Martha told her to go home to her children, get them ready for bed, and then spend the perfect night with her husband; however, another part of her told her to help this unfortunate woman.

Martha smiled as she walked with the woman to the car. "Sure. I can help you. My name is Martha." Martha held out her hand with a genuine smile.

The woman smiled, baring her teeth in an unusual way. "My name is Hope." They shook hands, and when Hope wouldn't release Martha's hand, Martha started to panic a little.

"What are you…" Martha trailed off as she took in Hope's dangerous look. She raised her pocketknife a little higher so Hope would see. "I'm not afraid to use this."

Hope looked amused. "You mean that little toy?" She flicked it out of Martha's hand with little effort. "Sweetie, don't use toys if you're not ready to kill someone with it."

"You're crazy," Martha whispered as Hope pushed her against the car.

"And you're not innocent. You're just like the other one," Hope hissed as she breathed in Martha's scent. "You're useless to me."

Within a second Hope had punched Martha, right through the gut. Great pleasure came over Hope's face as she gripped onto Martha's insides and pulled them out of her body.

"Just like gutting out a pumpkin." Hope looked around. "Boys!" She called, right when three werewolves padded over to her side. "I made you dinner."

Hope watched the werewolves devour Martha's insides.


Jason walked over to me slowly. His eyes were practically glowing from the heat of his fight. The wolf laid destroyed on the ground, its insides and intestines lying around like common garbage. I stared at the beast and watched it turn into a human being like magic. I gasped a little as the back side of a very naked man was right before my eyes.

"How did you end up on the ground?" Jason asked. I made myself focus on Jason instead of the once dog and now human lying ten feet away from me. Jason looked slightly amused as he offered me his hand.

"You have blood on your face," I said, too stunned to think of anything else. I needed to breathe. That's right, in and out…in and out…oxygen felt great.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked.

We seemed to be avoiding each other's statements and questions.

Simple sentences Gabriella, I coached myself. "Um…thanks…I could have taken care of him by myself. I think I had it under control." I was such a liar.

"I felt you call me. I felt how scared you were." Jason stepped closer, looking down so that we could maintain eye contact. "Come home with me Gabi. Let me take care of you tonight. It's not safe out here for you."

"I can take care of myself. I'm not a baby." I sounded like one though as I whined.

"I think we both know you're not a baby." Jason took my hand, tracing my fingers lightly with his cold hand. "We have some business to talk about. I owe you explanations and you owe me some as well."

I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid Jason for that long, and I really did want to spend the night with him. I sighed and put aside my pride. "Okay, but I'll only go with you willingly if you do one thing for me."

"Anything." Jason grinned.

"Kiss me."

He kissed me like a hungry man eating his first meal. I tasted all of Jason and some of the blood from the werewolf. It was disgusting if you thought about this kiss. Blood was smeared between our mouths, but to vampires it didn't bother them, and to me? Well, let's just say that since I was kissing Jason it really didn't matter. Just as long as his mouth was on mine, then that was okay.


Troy hated incompetent people. They could never do anything right! That was why Troy found himself paying Travis Jenkins a visit that night. It seems Troy's assistant Ashley couldn't follow orders that well when she was too focused on feeding. All Ashley had to do was go to Travis, collect Troy's money, and then report back to Troy. It wasn't that complicated.

"I don't care Ashley. If you're not back at the bar in thirty minutes than your torture will be a hundred times worse than right now," Troy hissed into his phone. He was carrying over fifty thousand dollars on him in his dark leather pockets. Troy found the task of hunting down the people who owed him money a stupid and pointless task. That was why he usually sent Ashley to go do his dirty work.

"Please Master. I'm sorry. It's just Adam distracted me." Ashley pleaded on the other side of the phone call.

Troy rolled his eyes, a thousand different techniques to torture Ashley crossing through his mind. If Ashley hadn't been working for him for one hundred years than he would just kill her, but Ashley grew on him, and was a loyal worker overall.

It was the smell of blood that caught Troy's attention. His nose lifted into the air, letting the smell of the red liquid guide him. "Thirty minutes Ashley," he warned before snapping his phone shut.

Troy followed the smell, it getting stronger the closer he got to the one gas station in town. The sight before him created a smile to appear on his handsome face. A woman was dead, picked apart piece by piece.

"Oh my God," A woman shrieked, making Troy roll his eyes again. Humans always freaked out when it was unnecessary. Troy turned to take in the blonde haired woman who looked to be about twenty-five years old. "What the fuck did you do?"

Sharpay rushed past Troy and knelt down next to Martha's dead body. Sharpay had tears in her eyes as she looked up at Troy. "You monster!" She accused. "You killed Kelsi and now Martha!"

Troy walked closer. "Barbie, I did not do this. When a vampire kills they drain the bodies, not destroy and mutilate them. This is the work of a werewolf…or maybe a pack of wolves. I think I can smell more than one mutt." Troy was calm and rational as he watched the human freak out.

Sharpay sniffled, looking at Troy in awe. "You're…you're a…vampire?" She stuttered, scrambling up and off the ground. She reached into her purse and pulled out a wooden cross. "If you come any closer I'll harm you."

Troy laughed humorously. "Barbie, you smell delectable. It's as if…" Troy walked up to Sharpay, grabbed the cross and broke it with a flick of the fingers. He realized the closer he was to Sharpay that it wasn't actually Sharpay that he smelled. "I can smell Gabriella Montez on you."

"Go to hell," Sharpay hissed. Her knees were shaking, a complete contrast to her words and tone.

Troy smirked. "She's your friend, isn't she?"

"If you attack I'll scream," Sharpay warned.

Troy didn't like to be threatened and so it took all of his willpower not to kill this blonde freak. "Get out of here. Run."

Sharpay didn't need to be told twice. She turned and ran; leaving Martha's mutilated body with Troy Bolton.


I walked out of Jason's bathroom, running his extra brush through my hair. After our intense make out session in the parking lot of the bar he took me back to his place for the night. He was right; we do have a lot of things to talk about.

I had taken a shower to get the blood off of my face. While I was cleaning myself Jason had laid out clothes for me to wear. He seemed to already have a tank top and plaid pajama shorts in my size already, along with a nice cotton robe that I wrapped tighter around my body. Although it was summer time, Jason kept his house nice and cold. It felt like the middle of fall or the beginning of winter inside his home.

He was half laying and half sitting on his bed. His back was against his pillows and headboard of the bed while he flicked through the TV stations; finally settling on the news station. He sat up a little more when I entered, a smile on his face.

"Have a nice shower?" Jason asked. "You have no idea how tempted I was to just jump in with you."

I blushed. "Well I'm glad you didn't. I don't think we'd get any talking done if you would have done that." I sat next to him on the bed, crossing my legs to get comfortable. "You feel content and nervous at the same time. How is that possible?"

"Well," Jason said slowly. It was as if he was thinking really hard about what he was going to say. "I'm happy that you're here and I feel more relaxed that I know you're not in trouble, but I'm also nervous about what I have to tell you. I don't know how you'll respond."

"Just be honest with me. I promise I won't get mad," I vowed.

Jason nodded. "Well…we share a blood bond fully now. I drank your blood and you drank mine."

"You forced it into me." Jason looked at me pointedly. I covered my mouth as I realized I wasn't doing such a good job at listening already. "Sorry."

Jason smiled at me softly. "You're right; I didn't give you a choice whether to accept my blood or not. I forced it into you or else you would have died. You were so close to dying that night with Troy and the Ogre, and I panicked."

"You did the right thing," I comforted softly. "I'm not mad about it actually."

Jason looked up from staring at our joined hands. "The blood bond consists of us being able to feel each other's emotions. I think we've both figured that one out."

I smiled. "Yeah. We both did."

"And," Jason's fingers traced mine lightly, "we'll feel a stronger attraction to one another. Our…sexual desire…will spike when we're nearby each other. I feel it now. Do you?"

Jason was just asking to get me to admit it out loud. He knew that I felt an attraction to him. If our hot make out session was any preview to the real thing, then we both felt the need for one another.

"I feel a need for you too."

"This bond will only last for a couple of weeks…unless we exchange blood again."

Oh boy, I didn't know if I wanted to do that. What happened to having a simple relationship; one that didn't include blood?

"I don't know about this whole blood thing Jason. I've never had a connection like this, and…I just don't know if I can do it," I admitted.

"Hey," Jason put two fingers under my chin to raise my head to his eye level. "I'm not asking you to make a choice now, but I think it's always good if you have someone watching out for you, especially since you don't have your powers anymore."

I exhaled loudly. "I will always have my powers. They just aren't active now."

"Which brings us to the next topic we have to cover: what are you?" His eyes were locked on mine. I never did like it when people or things asked me this, but Jason was different I reminded myself.

"I'm a person—"

"That's not what I meant Gabi," Jason chided.

"I'm a person who became the Chosen One. I protect our town and sometimes even the world if the villain wants to try to kill us all. I fight demons, witches, warlocks, and other beings that show up in the night, and sometimes during the day," I explained. Surely this wasn't the first time someone told Jason about the Chosen One. I was pretty well known throughout the world actually.

He seemed to be taking it all in, and when he didn't say anything and I was pretty sure he wasn't going to ask any questions, I continued speaking. That seemed like the right thing to do to fill the silence.

"When I was fourteen years old my parents died and I was left to my grandmother. One night I was in the graveyard and Charles contacted me. I was turning fifteen that day, a week after the deaths, and that was the night I officially became the Chosen One."

I looked down at the expensive comforter as I told this part of the story. It wasn't my favorite part to remember. "I was scared when Charles approached me, but it was that night I killed my first bad guy. I knew Charles was right when he said my speed, strength, and healing senses would grow stronger. I could already feel the power in my system."

"You must have been terrified."

"At first I was, but Charles and eventually Chad stuck by my side. Eventually my grandmother died and Charles took me in. I turned twenty then and lost my powers for a month. I fought and fought, trying to get my powers back sooner, but all Chosen girls need to go through this process. Very few make it past the test, and even fewer reach ten years. Charles said I was actually the third Chosen One to make it this far."

"You will. I'll protect you no matter what Gabi. You can trust me." Jason brought my hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of my hand.

I looked into his dark brown eyes. "I know I can," I said. I truly meant my words. "I have spent most of my life trying to keep people out. I don't like trusting people because most of the time they let me down. My friends are the exceptions…and now you too. I can and will trust you."

"Let's rest now. You're tired; I can feel your exhaustion."

"Now this is going to get a little annoying," I joked as Jason drew me into his chest.

Jason was pressing gentle kisses to my exposed skin as I snuggled against him. I was instantly warm as he covered me with his blankets. "Is it just you in this house?" I asked.

"Yeah, just me…and you if you would like? I don't mind having company if it's you." Jason pushed my now dry hair to one shoulder so he could access the other one without any difficulties.

"I've lived in many homes before, but yours by far has been the biggest." I felt his arousal behind me, pressing against my lower back. I turned in his arms. "I don't have sex with a guy before going on a date with him, so there's going to be none of that for now."

"For now?" Jason raised one eye brow in question.

"Yes," I said adamantly, "for now because soon you will take me on a date. But right now we can do other things to please each other."

"Well then let me have the pleasure of going first." Jason smirked before pressing a quick kiss to my gaping mouth. He had me flipped before I could process what he was doing, and then slowly he worked his way down my body. He had my clothes that he had loaned me off of my anticipating body within five seconds. His tongue was already working its way towards my center, but I didn't complain. I had no complaints at the moment.


Troy put on the rubber gloves he kept in his office. He then picked up the silver whip. The gloves were so that the silver didn't burn through skin. He grinned as he thought of Ashley tied up downstairs in the empty basement, waiting for her punishment.

"You look like you're going to orgasm," Tiara said with her British accent.

Troy cracked the whip into the air, hitting nothing but unnecessary oxygen. "Let's just say, one of my unfaithful employees is going to learn the value of listening to its owner."

Tiara grinned like a cat. "I wish I could see this. A good torture always puts me in the mood for a great fuck."

"Unfortunately I'm off the market for a fuck," Troy wasn't interested in Tiara. For now, he was only interested in a brunette woman who seemed to always get herself into trouble with demons, vampires, or an occasional Ogre.

Tiara put her hands on her hips and giggled. "Troy, everyone knows that you're the best sex God. You didn't get that way from turning down an awesome fuck-mate."

Troy walked past Tiara, knowing he was walking on eggshells. If Tiara wanted to sleep with him then she would. She was stronger and faster than him. She knew that also, and she would use that to her advantage is she wanted too.

"Well, you said you couldn't see this torture so you must be busy. Why waste your time with me?"

Tiara huffed. "I need to visit Jason at his home and I know you know where he lives." Tiara put her hand on Troy's arm, stopping him from moving away from her. "I met with him the other night at some bar run by a human." Tiara spat at the word 'human'. "He never gave me his address, and I can't track his scent. The smell of dog is all over this town; covering any chance I had at locating him."

"So you need this from me?" Troy smirked. He was always up for business. "How bad?"

"I need it now," she demanded. "It's urgent and doesn't concern to you."

"I run this area of Mississippi. If you're talking to one of my vampires I am in charge of then it is of concern to me." Troy watched as anger presented itself in Tiara's eyes and small body. "But, I am willing to give you his address…for a price."

"Name what you want. I need to get to him before sunrise."

"I'll give you the address now, but you're in my debt. When I need something from you I'll call, and then we can call it even. Deal?" Troy held out his hand.

Tiara glared at Troy, wanting to rip his head off, but she needed Jason's address and it was against vampires' rules to just kill for fun. "Deal." She shook Troy's hand, knowing when Troy called upon her for his next favor she most likely won't like it.


I awoke with a pang in my bladder. Lucky, I thought as I removed myself from Jason's arms. Jason never had to use the bathroom again; I would love to be able to do that. Removing me from his arms proved to be much more difficult than I imagined. He had a grip like iron, and I knew better than to disturb him when it was daylight outside; although the sun couldn't see into his room and affect him, vampires needed their sleep too.

It took me five minutes to untwine our bare legs and his arms from around my bare torso, and then another five minutes to locate any clothes to cover myself. Although his bathroom was connected to his room, it still felt inappropriate to walk around in the nude.

I couldn't find any of the things I was wearing yesterday, knowing that Jason threw them somewhere in the room. So instead, I grabbed his boxers and dug through his drawers to find a t-shirt. The t-shirt was maroon, soft against my skin, and went down to my mid thigh.

After I went to the bathroom my stomach growled. I quickly looked at the clock and saw that it was already noon. I had slept away nearly half of my day! I took one last look at Jason before venturing downstairs to find his kitchen. Surely vampires must have some sort of food in their kitchens.

Something didn't feel right as I reached up to open one of his cabinets. Sure enough there were over five different cereal types. Now if he only had milk everything would be fine. As I opened the fridge and grabbed the full gallon of milk I nearly spilled it all over the perfect white tiles. Sitting on top of the counter was a woman no older than me. She was only wearing her black lacey bra and panties, her tan legs crossed, and her arms resting behind herself so she was leaning back a little. If I wasn't mistaken, I think she was trying to seduce me.

"Hello Child," She greeted with a toothy grin.

I took a step back, feeling a little put out that this woman was here when I also spent the night with Jason.

I looked her up and down as she hopped down from the counter. She was my height, but not quite as toned as I was. Soon enough, if I didn't get my powers back, then I wouldn't be toned either. That thought scared me a little bit.

She reached out to stroke my cheek, but my hand quickly swatted her intruding hand away. Her fangs popped out and I stumbled back a little. "Stay the fuck away from me," I hissed.

She laughed comically. "Child, you are feisty. He was right about you."

"Who are you talking about?" I asked. I raised my chin and placed the milk behind me so I had both hands free.

"You're so pretty," she said like she was in a daze as her eyes studied my face intently. "So, so beautiful. Will you let me bite you?"

"Fuck you," I snarled.

"That's a shame. Next time I won't ask; I'll just take," she informed me as if she was talking to an old friend.

"You can't do that. You'll get in trouble with the vampire's court, and I swear, I would stake you before I let you touch me."

"Beauty," she chided, "I am the authority of Mississippi Courts. I make the laws." She laughed. "My name is Tiara Gold. Is our boy Jason upstairs?"

If I had my powers I would beat her and then probably stake her, but I didn't, and so I had to swallow my pride and play along with Tiara. "He's sleeping. You shouldn't disturb him."

Tiara tugged loosely on one of my curls before passing me with a smirk. "They were right; you smell delectable. I presume you can let yourself out?"

I watched as she made her way to the stairs, leading up to Jason, the vampire I had just spent the night with.

Usually, I'm not the jealous type, but when I'm left standing in a kitchen watching another woman in just lingerie go up the stairs I had just come down from; it created the green eyed monster in me.