Hi readers! I realize it has been a few months since I last updated this fic. I am so, so sorry for updating and then cutting it short. I had a few other stories to update, and school started back up. I will be updating this regularly now, so hopefully you are all still interested. Please review, and again, my apologies!

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I felt really cold. My eyes fluttered, struggling to open.

Once my line of vision was clear, I realized I was in a dark, underground room. The door was white, resembling a normal closet door, but the rest of the room was like a cave.

I was chained down by my foot, and my white tank top was stained with a blood streak coming from my neck down my breasts, and parts of the top had rips in it. My skinny jeans' knees were ripped. I reached up to feel my neck, a swollen bite mark there.

I gasped quietly, realizing and remembering everything that happened; Jerry Dandridge bit me.

I was a vampire.

My head throbbed, and I reached up and pressed my palm against my forehead, trying to fathom and process everything. I couldn't believe it.

And I remembered...now my mother, Amy, and Charley knew I chose Jerry's side. I turned against them. I couldn't help myself. I'd had it with Charley.

I put my face in my hands, exhaling, then raking a hand through my hair. Dried blood coated my neck and the side of my mouth. My eyes felt heavy, and I was exhausted. I felt like I'd been hit by a freight train.

I laid back down, feeling my head throb beneath my palm.

I reached down to my ankle, attempting to pull on the chain that I was tied down with. I shook it, looked for the key to the lock in the area nearest me; nothing.

I turned around, attempting to squirm out of the chain. I grew frustrated, and without warning, a pair of fangs shot out from my gums in my mouth. I gasped, putting a hand over my mouth.

"Don't worry, Blair. That's uh, normal."

I froze where I sat, sprawled out on the cave floor, holding the chain in my hand. My eyes widened as I recognized that calm, yet aggressive tone of voice that could only belong to Jerry.

I felt tears stinging the side of my eyes, and I instantly sprang up, facing him.

He wore a black button-down shirt, his chest exposed. His blackish, brown hair was a bit tousled, and his black eyes bared into me, like they were staring right through my soul.

His eyes on me made me short of breath. He looked ravenous, yet cocky, that familiar smug smile on his face, like he'd just won a bet.

"I'm a vampire," I exhaled quietly, "I..I can't believe it." Jerry came closer to me. He grinned, his fangs portruding from his mouth, "That you are, Blair. That you are."

"I have fangs." I said dumbly, dumbfounded at the fact, "I have fucking fangs."

He laughed a little, and came to stand in front of me. He looked me up and down, "I'll have to teach you. You have a lot to learn about being a vampire."

"Like?" I asked, looking down at the dried blood on myself.

"Feeding. Killing. Watching." Jerry said darkly, a disturbed grin on his handsome face.

"Killing?" I asked.

Jerry nodded, "To start, Amy and Charley."

A sporadic wave of random, angry emotions came over me. I felt myself become angry, annoyed with myself that I'd let it come to this. I turned against my own family, my own brother, to be with a vampire who clearly had ill intentions. I glared at Jerry, infuriated.

"Look what you've done to me," I snarled, attempting to come closer to Jerry, but the chain stopping me, "Charley's going to find me, and when he does..."

I was instantly shut up when Jerry grabbed my neck, and he towered over me. He held me like he had before, like a rag doll, like I weighed nothing.

He gripped me, looking into my eyes like a maniac. He smelt like cologne and blood, an oddly attractive scent to me. He grinned a little, revealing his right fang. I gasped a little, and he laughed lightly, with menace and malice in his dark eyes.

His reaction to my jump at him was quicker than anything that I'd ever seen.

"Lesson number one. You're going to be mad at first. When vampires first turn, they're always angry at the vampire who made them. But you need to accept this, um...gift, that I've given to you. Remember what we talked about. Remember Charley ruining your life. Remember him ignoring you and growing apart? It's his fault. We can get back at him. We'll have revenge, Blair. Don't you want that?" He asked calmly, soothingly.

I nodded at him; he was slowly turning me against Charley.

And he was being very convincing.

"I've smelt your scent. I know it by heart. You're lonely, you're desperate. You need someone to guide you. And here I stand, Blair. Here I stand." Jerry said.

I stared up into cold, heartless black his eyes, that clearly thirsted for blood, violence. He ran a hand through my blond hair, smirking slyly at me.

I blinked a few times, nodding. When he explained it, it seemed so logical. Like there was nothing wrong with the plan, nothing wrong with going after Charley and Amy. I exhaled, "Okay."

Jerry's grin grew wider, and he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, "That's a good girl."

He instantly gripped me harder, pressing his lips on my neck, feeding off the blood that remained from earlier. He bit down, letting new blood pour. I gasped loudly, but he silenced me by pressing his lips to mine.

He brought his lips up to my own, kissing me aggressively, the taste of blood on his lips, copper and salty.

He bit my upper lip, then made it gentler. I kissed him, tears stinging the sides of my eyes, and eventually the tear flew down my cheek to my cut-up lips, stinging them.

Jerry threw his head back and sucked on my neck. I yelped, pain on my face, and I gripped his back, digging my black-painted nails into his flesh.

I gasped, and he aggressively took off my shirt. I didn't think much of it until he brought me down to the ground of the cave-like room, our eyes never leaving each others.

His hands traveled to my jeans, him on top of me. I stared up at him as he began to unzip them, a few tears silently streaking down my face.

I let him unzip them, and I let him push them off of me. He stared back down at me, flashing me a violent little smirk. I tried to smile, but I couldn't. I reached up and kissed him, hard. Before he did anything further, he pressed his bloody lips to my ear, his breath hot on my skin, sending goosebumps under my flesh.

"Blair, we're going to go to Las Vegas. We're going to find Peter Vincent, and we're going to find Charley." After he said this, he kissed me, and I kissed him back, aggressively, then gently. He was going to kill Charley.

And I was going to help him.

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