I fought the darkness that invaded my vision. It was an unwelcome guest. A visitor that no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get rid of. I would push it away and it would keep coming back. Coming and trying to take me into its world… The world of darkness. I fought and fought hard, but I hadn't fed in so long. And after all the injuries I attained. I was too weak to even open my eyes let alone stand, stay awake, and escape this retched prison.

Yet, even though, I gave it my all, the darkness consumed me and I was drifting... Drifting in a black abyss. I was numb. No more were thoughts plaguing my mind. I was peaceful…..

I awoke to the sounds of fighting. Such terrible, angry screeches by two men, I wondered if the Gods themselves were killing each other. I rolled over not wanting to leave the darkness, for somehow it was comforting, and definitely better than reality at its best.

The noises continued. I raised my pink-haired head and watched in shock as Deidara and MY Gaara fought each other. Deidara seemed to have the upper hand with his exploding clay, but Gaara was also a worthy advisory. The sand curled around his body and shot out after a command. Deidara laughed wickedly and easily dodged. "Child's play!" He taunted.

Gaara was letting his anger get the best of them. He had too much of a hot head to battle like this. Too much of a hot head to handle Deidera's taunts.

His movements became sloppy and predictable, and easy to dodge even in my condition. He also let himself unguarded many times long enough for Deidera to attack him with his fist or his clay.

It wasn't long before I saw Gaara knocked to the ground. Deidara stood over him triumphantly and let a grin appear on his face. If you could call it a grin - I'd call it a goddamned smirk.

A rush of anger overwhelmed me, but I was too weak to even think strait much less attack an Akatuski member.

"Had enough, pretty boy? Or would the correct term be ugly vampire?" He sneered

A cruel laugh escaped his lips and Gaara looked murderous.

My vision blurred and the darkness came to take me again. With my last ounce of strength I yelled, "Kick his ass, My love….". As all the strength left my body I fell unconscious the last thing I saw was my beloved standing again much calmer than be fore but still with the same malevolent intent… Then all became dark….

I awoke to a searing pain in my throat and an undeniable emptiness in my stomach. On the ground laying motionless was Gaara.

My first thought was 'what happened', but that quickly changed to 'oh god, Gaara!'

Blind un-daunted rage consumed my mind as the sadistic blonde who no doubt caused this mayhem to occur came into my sight. I lunged at him.

My mouth latched to his throat as my teeth penetrated his skin. My legs wrapped around his waist as he tried unsuccessfully to pull me off.

As I sucked my life substance filled my mouth. It was bitter sweet and delicious. As my hunger ebbed so did the blood flow.

Even though I was killing him, and taking another human's life, some pent-up rage within me had cascaded and broke the dam within me. I was pissed. Marjory pissed. I was going to kill this foolish blond twit and hope he rotted in hell!

At first he screeched at me, calling me every name in the book, but soon his screams died down and his body went limp. Suddenly we fell to the ground, but I didn't stop drinking. I felt his heart near it's final beat, and I pulled away. As I wiped the blood off of my lips, he glared up at me. "Damn bitch..." And those were his last words as he finally faded.

His life essence was gone and as I stood I kicked his body for good measure.

I walked over and kneeled next to Gaara. He was cold. Much too cold. Shaking him he opened his eyes. His eyes were clear.

"I'm dying," He said.

"I know… Oh, god Gaara is there anything I can do? Please, tell me I can save you. Tell me how."

He just looked at me.

"Now is not the time to be silent. You HAVE to tell me what to do." I growled.

Who the hell does this man think he is? He is going to die if I don't do something. I can't let him die. I am nothing with out him. He is mine. I am his. God damn it I am NOT going to let his ass die on my watch.

"Now you have 2 choices. You can die and choose you humanity and wrap yourself in it or you can choose to be a vampire."

"What if I want to die?"

I just glared.

Chuckling, "I need my mate's blood."

"That's it?"

"It has to be given freely and with love."

"Done and done"

I pulled him into a sitting position. He wrapped me in his arms.

I felt the sting and then utter ecstasy. Leaning against him as he drank my essence, I let my thoughts wonder.

Obviously I love this man. This horrible, arrogant, asinine jackass. But it can't be helped. As so many have said before me… You can't help who you fall for… now I truly believe them 'cause why in the world would I want to fall for a self centered, sadistic arrogant bastard? I even ran, and where did that get me? Dead. Or Undead. Either way, my life has been irrevocably altered… and honestly I wouldn't have it any other way… as long as I have the man in my arms… Gaara… My one true love.