Warning: This chapter is of a particularly dark and explicit nature. Read with caution.

I couldn't keep from wiping my lips after the kiss. It had taken me by surprise, but it had also messed with my head. What the hell did I think I was doing? Normally I would have killed a boy if he'd done that, but I'd only lashed out at Gregory.

I sighed and leaned against the wall. Why was I doing any of this? I couldn't seem to trust anyone anymore. Everyone had some reason to lie or manipulate me. Everyone wanted something from me.

I decided I was done feeling sorry for myself. I gathered my things and headed for the entrance. After all, I wasn't really hunting for vampires anymore.

When I got back to the surface I was alone. Rook was still chasing shadows, determined to find something. I chuckled a bit to myself. It made me wonder why he hunted them. What reasons could he have?

I guess at this point none of that mattered because I wasn't really his anymore.

"You little bitch." Rookery's voice came from behind me.

I turned and was hit on the side of my face with a massive force. I landed on the grass with a thud. My vision was blurry and I could feel blood drip down my cheek.

"You thought I wouldn't put it together. Didn't you?" he kicked me in the stomach. "You came here before me to warn them. Well I figured it out. You found your parents and it made you think that you could be a family again." He said in mimicking voice. "But they might as well have just changed you. Vampire scum!" He yelled and raised his foot to crush my skull.

At this point the shock faded and I back in the moment. I quickly rolled to the side and jumped up, grabbing my dagger out its hilt.

I had the upper hand. Rook was letting his anger cloud his judgment and we was making mistakes.

He lashed at me with his stake, but I was faster than him and I rolled to the side then jumped on to his back. I stabbed my dagger deep into his shoulder, then quickly ripping it out as he attempted to grab me.

He screamed out in pain and threw me to the ground. My dagger landed only a few feet from my hand, but he was no me before I could reach it.

He straddled my waist and held the sharped stake to my throat.

"I have to admit, you've come a long way from the scared little girl I met so many years ago." He said as he eyed me and licked his lips. "You filled out nicely."

He grabbed one of my breasts roughly and I screamed angrily trying to get him off. I fought to wiggle free, but he was too heavy.

He merely laughed and pressed the dagger harder against my neck, its sharpened point easily piercing the flesh. "Now now, is that anyway to behave around your teacher?" he snickered and smiled an evil smile as he started undoing the straps of my jacket.

I gathered all my strength and gave one last push in an attempt to through him off me. It was just enough to get him off balance. I grabbed his wrist, quickly snapping it to the side and pushing him the other way.

He howled and clutched his broken wrist.

"You're a fucking pig. Now you better go back to the hellish hole you crawled out of before I snap your pitiful neck." I hissed in anger, venom in every syllable.

He just laughed at me, grabbing something out of his pocket. It was a small vial of dark liquid. He poured it into his mouth and his eyes began to glow a faint red.

His hand started cracking back into place, fixing the bones. He howled in pain, but it was over in seconds and he flexed his now healed hand.

"Don't you ever learn? I always get what I want." He said and charged me.

He threw me at least ten like I was a sack of flour. I landed against a tree, cracking a rib and landing on the ground.

He picked me up by my pony tail and slammed my face into the tree. He breathed his foul breath into my face.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking in your tight little pussy." He said pushing my face into the tree harder and reaching around to undo my jeans.

I screamed and squirmed, desperately trying to get away from him. Whatever was in that vail had made him stronger. Too strong for me to have any hope of beating.

Even though I knew this I kept trying to get out of his grasp as his putrid hands pulled my pants down.

He started undoing his own pants. I could feel him slap against my bare leg as he got it free.

"No! please." I screamed out in one last attempt as he ripped my underwear off.

He positioned himself behind me, ready to ruin me. I cried out and closed my eyes, preparing for the pain.

Then he was gone. I fell to the ground and looked behind me.

Gregory had thrown him off me and was now beating the shit out of him. He just kept slamming him with kicks and punches. Gregory's eyes were like fire. He slashed at Rookery's face, giving him so nasty gashes.

I quickly pulled my pants back up and ran towards them.

"Gregory! You have to stop! You'll kill him!" I screamed, desperately pulling at his jacket.

"He deserves it. After what he was going to do. Then he would have done the same thing to you. He can't get away with it." He hissed, his fangs longer than I'd ever seen and his eyes like two suns blazing.

"This isn't you Gregory! He isn't worth it." I pleaded, but he was too angry to listen.

Rookery wasn't even conscious anymore. He was bloody and bruised. Even if he was left like this he would probably die.

So I did the only thing I could think of. I put myself in front of him, cupped both sides of his face with my palms, and brought my lips to meet his.