Note: Okay so it has been a while since I last posted a new chapter and I'm afraid to say that I won't be able to do so quite as often with school and all. I hope you all enjoy and please tell me what you think. And also thank you to everyone who helped me with my questions. They helped and I really appreciate it. So enjoy this chapter.

It took a lot of morphine for the pain to subside. Vivian laid on her single bed in a daze with the world a mix of colors dancing before her. If it weren't for the drugs and antibiotics messing with Vivian's system she would've been in complete turmoil. Something was clearly wrong with her and there was nothing she could do but put her life in a stranger's hands.

In her daze Vivian could make out the voices of doctors and Esme. They were talking about her but she couldn't tell what they said. Vivian only caught phrases at a time and from what she was hearing she knew she ought to be scared.

What was wrong with her? Every part of her body would be aching with pain if it weren't for the damned drugs but Vivian didn't like being out of the loop, especially when it concerned her. She managed to make out words like loss of blood and brain hemorrhage.

"Es...Es…Esme," stuttered Vivian. Her words slurred.

"Everything is going to be okay Viv, just get some rest for now," said Esme. Esme tried to sound reassuring but her words were weak.

This is bad, Vivian thought. Vivian felt drowsy. Despite the drugs each time she moved a jolt of pain shot to her head.

"We will need to monitor her for a few days and run tests on her…" The doctor paused.

"But what?" Esme's voice broke.

"I just want you to know that from where we are standing now Vivian's condition doesn't look good."

"Please there is something you must be able to do," Esme pleaded.

"We are trying everything we can. To be honest with you though her condition is, how should I say, odd. The symptoms are all there and lead us to believe that she has a brain hemorrhage, and we won't be sure until further testing, but her body seems normal. I mean she is spewing up blood and having frequent seizures but it is like her body is trying to reject something that doesn't belong. We will be running blood test and others to get down to the bottom of this and also try to figure out her hallucinations."

"Okay. Thanks doctor," said Esme with a painful calmness. She's trying to be strong, Vivian thought.

"Miss Gandillon?"

"Yes?"

"You should get on home and rest up. She will be fine here with the nurses on standby."

"No thanks. I'm fine staying here," mumbled Esme. She sounded tired and her voice was thick with sorrow and grief.

"Esme you should go back. Vivian would want you to," said Gabriel entering the room.

"Oh! Gabriel… I don't know. I really don't want to leave her alone…"

"It is fine. I will be here with her tonight and you can come tomorrow."

"I suppose so then," said Esme hesitating. "Thank you Gabriel for caring so much for her."

"No problem. Now go rest up."

And then the room was empty save for Gabriel and an attending nurse. Vivian tried to bring words to her mouth but she was just so tired that she soon fell asleep.

…

It was night when Vivian awoke again. The drugs had worn off and her head throbbed. Vivian looked around the room and saw no one. Gabriel must have gone to get something to eat, Vivian thought. The pain in her head was intensifying. Vivian reached for a button on the side of her bed to page for a nurse.

Within a minute or two a nurse arrived. Vivian watched her as she came through the door. She had long black hair tied into a single braid down her back and a heart shaped face with piercing cold, black eyes. Something about the nurse sent chills up her spine. Despite being sick Vivian felt her fingernails start to grow.

"Hello Vivian. How are you feeling," the nurse said. There was a chill in her voice.

"Fine," replied Vivian darkly. Something was wrong. Vivian felt a prickle run up her arms.

"I'm just here to give you your medicine. It will help you sleep better," said the nurse perkily. She reached over to Vivian's IV and pulled out a jar of clear liquid. Then with a needle from her pocket she placed the liquid in the tube and was about to put it into Vivian's IV.

"Wait!" she yelled.

Instead of answering the nurse moved to do so anyway and Vivian was forced to gather all her strength and move to stop her. Vivian lifted her leg with much effort and kicked the needle from the imposter's hand. She tried to sit herself upright.

Yell, thought Vivian. I need to yell. Except she couldn't. Her words were lodged in her throat. Instead she would have to defend herself as best as she could.

"I was going to make this easy for you. But you just couldn't be a good little girl and die," said the nurse turning to her. "Now I will have to get my hands dirty."

"Why are you doing this?" Rasped Vivian.

"It is the game, little girl. He wants you dead but you are disobedient." The nurse cocked her head to the side and instantly Vivian was reminded of the man that had attacked her in the woods.

"Who wants me dead?"

"Ah! But that would be cheating. He doesn't like little cheaters. You are just playing your part in this game and he is finished with you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Vivian reached for the button on the side of her bed that would alert the nurses. She moved her hand to hide behind her thigh and clicked down on it. The imposter noticed the movement and was too late to stop her.

"You foolish girl! Now you have made me mad. It is time to go," shouted the nurse. The nurse moved so fast that Vivian couldn't react. Her hand covered Vivian's mouth and nose cutting off her oxygen. Vivian felt claws digging into her face. Another one, she thought. Vivian thrashed and flung her body to free herself but she was already weak and with her breath leaving her she was useless. Vivian's face burned and her throat ached with need for air. Tears sprung to her eyes and her head became woozy.

And then the nurse was flung off of her and thrown against the wall. Vivian took in many quick and short breaths choking from the need to breathe. Her eyes were blurry from the tears but she was able to discern Gabriel hovering over the imposter's body. His hand reached for her neck and with one swift movement her head lay limp on the ground in a twisted form.

He looked wild with his rage fuming off of him. Vivian was frightened by watching him but was reassured with his presence. Gabriel moved to her side and held her head in his hands. He didn't say anything for a while just assessed every part of her making sure for no damage.

"Gabriel, I'm fine," whispered Vivian.

Instead of answering Gabriel grabbed Vivian and held her against his chest. The tears that had built up in her eyes fell. Vivian sobbed into Gabriel's sleeve and he just held her. Within minutes nurses rushed into the room and gasped when they saw the body lying on the cold floor.

Then people began to move in and out frantically. The nurses and doctors held off the woman's body and rushed her to somewhere. Nurses questioned Vivian about the woman and what happened. The police were called in and Gabriel was taken with them leaving one behind to question Vivian further and to check in on the woman. To Vivian's astonishment the woman had somehow survived and was in the Intensive Care Unit. Nobody knew who the woman was and was surprised when Vivian said she posed as one of the nurses.

Vivian was frightened as people rushed about in frantic speed. She thought about Gabriel and wondered how he was doing. She knew that he would be fine because he had simply acted in defense of her. The family lawyer would be called in for him and everything would be settled just fine. But it didn't feel fine to Vivian. She was attacked again and a part of her knew that she would continue being attacked until she was dead. But now she knew that it wasn't her that was the main target of the so-called game. Someone was trying to get her to hurt someone else.

Vivian wasn't sure who though. She was close with a lot of the pack members. The only one that she was strongly leaning towards was Gabriel. It was the obvious route. And if someone dared lay a hand on him I will take them down, Vivian thought.

When Vivian was alone in her room again, except for the police officer standing guard at her door, she tore off the tubes that were in her and crept silently to the desk in the room and pulled out her clothes that they had left there. Someone had taken the liberty in washing them and Vivian was thankful. She crept to the window in the room, pulled it open, and slipped through it and into the bitter cold. Her feet were bare against the rocks that covered the ground of the roof. She hopped onto the fire escape and took shelter in the darkness of the night.

Vivian's dreams were showing her something. She had a feeling that by following them back to where all her troubles had started, home, then she would be able to find the person who was trying to hurt the one she loved.

And when she found him she would kill him.

Extra Note: So this really pissed me off. I was looking at some of the other stories for blood and chocolate and there is a new one that has basically the same title as mine called Blood or Hunter so I really don't like having the same things so I'm maybe possibly going to be changing the title of this story just to give a heads up. I don't know it is still up in the air.