(A/N) Hey guys, sorry I took so long, I hate myself for it, but I was loosing inspiration again, and I was gonna get this chapter finished earlier but I know you guys don't want excuses, so I won't give you any, I'll just mention a few people, and then let you guys read on.

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~Kickin' it~

The silence between Bailey and I was almost unbearable, but it was comforting in some way. I shifted under the blanket, bending my legs out of their deadened state before sitting up. I groaned as my head began pounding with the force of football stadium speakers. It was an effect of the transition, so there was nothing I could do except grin and bear it until I turned.

Or did I want to? Transitioning wasn't something to be thought about lightly, I had my Mum and sister to think about, and myself. Transitioning could change my nature completely, or amplify everything about me, but I didn't know. I couldn't ask Jack about it, because I wasn't sure if it varied from person to person.

But there was also the matter of blood-drinking. I wasn't as disgusted by it as some slayers, but they were extremists in their beliefs about vampires and believed they were the spawn of Satan and such, and I knew it was instinct. A basic need right from their re-birth. I suddenly thought about Jack, and I wanted to see him. I jerked suddenly under the blanket, almost falling off the bed. Bailey looked at me.

"Come on, let's go and find Jack." I nodded and threw the blanket off me, following Bailey down the corridors until we came to the closed door at the end of it. "He's in here."

Bailey's hand reached for the door handle, but he recoiled almost instantly when he heard a loud, piercing shriek. A feral snarl followed it, and it didn't take me long to figure out it was Jack, probably torturing Rudy for killing me. A foreign scent spiked up into my nostrils, making them burn. My throat suddenly became incredibly dry, and I began clawing at it like a madman to get it to ease up.

"Jerry what's wrong?" Bailey was holding onto my arm, halting my movements. My breathing was getting more and more erratic and I felt like I was going insane. Pain flared up in my gums; it felt like my mouth was clamped down onto a jagged piece of metal. I staggered and fell against the door, slipping through Bailey's grasp.

"The blood, Bailey it's too strong, I can't-"

Bailey nodded, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, tightly clasping me to him. "It's okay, I've got ya."

The door opened and as I spotted Rudy, a strange sense of Deja Vu came over me. His hands were chained above his head, and he was shirtless, with a multitude of cuts across his upper half, some were wide and open, the others were faded scars. There was also a deep cut gouged into his forehead, slashing downwards and dripping with dark red blood.

It felt exactly like the time I had been sent to kill Jack, and he had knocked me out, taken me back to a hotel and tortured me like what he was doing with Rudy. Although with mine, it seemed like Jack was looking for someone to play with, someone to dominate, but Rudy's was purely a way of releasing all his anger.

"Jerry!" Rudy's eyes widened in shock and horror as he saw me. Jack was stood in the corner, twisting the knife in his hands. He didn't look at me, and I was a little hurt, but I guessed he was still angry with Rudy. I thought I would be angry with him, I should have been angry at him, but I couldn't make out any emotions over the undeniable hunger which was raging inside me. "You turned him didn't you!?"

Nobody in the room answered him, least of all me because I was too mesmerized by all the blood covering his body. "Bailey, I can't-" I couldn't finish my sentence, as every time I opened my mouth, the scent of blood flew into it, and made me feel like I would leap onto Rudy and drain him dry.

"It's alright, this part could get pretty graphic anyway." Bailey told me, and I felt all the color drain out of my face. I knew Jack was violent when he wanted to be, but what was worse than what he was inflicting on Rudy? I would have asked him, but some of his answers scared me, or were incredibly cryptic and sadistic. I decided to leave it be, so I turned around and left the room, shutting the door behind me. I took a deep breath as the smell of blood was blocked, and listened intently to what was going on.

"Actually, that was all you." Jack's acidic growl answered the previously unanswered question that Rudy had posed. I heard his footsteps, and then a groan. It didn't take me long to realise that Jack had sliced him with the blade he was holding. "You see, Jerry had, had a little altercation with Bailey - you know Bailey, you sent Brian to kill us both? - while he was in his wolf form, and I fed him my blood. You're the one who did the killing if I recall, I tore you open myself."

"So, what you're gonna turn me?" Rudy asked him. I heard the clinking of chains, and then chuckling from both supernatural males in the room. A queasy feeling erupted in my stomach as I now had a pretty good idea about the origin of Bailey's neckerchief. "I'd rather die than be a vampire." Rudy spat, and I was instantly reminded of how extreme some slayers could be. But at least Rudy wasn't in transition like I was. It felt like I was caught in a limbo, and just existing until I made the choice that would determine my fate. Live or die was the ultimatum.

"Oh-ho, you hear that Bailey?" Jack's chuckle sent shivers down my spine, and I physically twitched. He sounded exactly like he had when he was torturing me, and I couldn't tell if he was angry. Or maybe I just didn't want to admit that Jack had such darkness inside him that would never leave him. "He'd rather die than be a vampire? Should I give him his wish?" He asked Bailey. I heard the slit of skin, and the blood scent became stronger, drifting from under the door. I bit my lip and scratched my nails into the door as my gums ached.

"I don't know." My ears were so sensitive I could hear Bailey's fingernails scratching his chin as he pretended to be in thought. It seemed he had a sadistic side too, but I wasn't going to judge. Rudy had hunted him down to, and I had no sympathy for Rudy whatsoever. He did kill me after all. "I think you should play with him some more, make him beg you."

"I'd still be a vampire!" Rudy yelled. My brows narrowed in confusion at the fear in his voice. It was the only time, in the years that I'd known him, had he sounded like that. He had always sounded so strong, now, faced with the oldest supernatural creature in the history of time, he was fearing for his life.

"I've bled you out enough to expel my blood from your system." Jack's chilling voice brought back memories I'd chosen to block out. "You'll really just be dead."

"If you're gonna kill me then do it!" Rudy yelled, returning to the formidable leader I once looked up to and swore to serve under. That was before he sent you to kill a ten-thousand year old hybrid with the knowledge he couldn't be killed. My mind stubbornly reminded me, determined to remember everything. I suddenly thought about what Jack had said to me about compelling me to forget meeting him. When would I get those memories back? Would I get them back?

"Oh I'd love to, but I have something a little more important to deal with right now." Jack's footsteps got closer to the door, and I backed up a few steps, but the handle never clicked, and the door never swung open.

"You are not turning Jerry into a vampire!" Rudy yelled.

"That's not your choice to make at all." Jack's voice was soft, but laced with hard-edged rage. I knew that was the key to telling how mad he was. If he was yelling, he was angry, but when his voice was soft like that, he was in a murderous state of rage. "It's Jerry's."

The door finally opened, and Jack stepped through it, slamming it behind him. I heard Bailey growling from inside, and I dreaded to think what Bailey was going to do to him. I turned my attention back to Jack, and for some reason it felt like I hadn't seen him for a while, when it was really from after the battle to now. It didn't seem that long when I put it into perspective.

"Jack!" He turned around, and his face fell, before going into a stony expression. He came forwards and wrapped his arms around me, and I did the same, clinging to him like my life depended on it. I buried my head into his shoulder, and then we were silent for a few moments. While we continued to stand like that, I felt something pulling between Jack and I, but I knew nothing was there. Was it an effect of the transition?

"Sorry about that, he really riled me up." Jack apologised, holding me at arm's length.

"It's okay." I smiled at him. I honestly couldn't care about Rudy right now, he was the reason I was even on the road to becoming a vampire in the first place. I knew he had killed me because of the policies, so I couldn't blame him for following protocol, but I could blame him for reinforcing them so much, and ordering my Dad killed. What made it worse is that I was in the car with him, and then a few years later Rudy decided to hire me.

"Are you?" Jack asked, breaking my daze.

"I don't know what to do." I shrugged. I was acting like it was no big deal, when it was a huge one. Every single little thing about me could change. I could become spiteful and vindictive, all the things I wasn't.

"I can't force you, so I'd say you have the rest of the day to think about it, then you'll just waste away peacefully." Jack told me, and my eyes widened. He pulled me into a hug with a somber look on his face.

"You'll be alright, whatever decision you make." He whispered softly.

"What would you do?" I asked.

"I didn't have a choice." He deflected. "I started the race of vampires."

"So how are you a hybrid?"

"I was a werewolf when I was turned into a vampire, and my kill which made me transition, triggered the gene." He explained.

"It's hard to think about." I sighed. There were so many things I'd have to leave behind when I turned. Like my Mum and little sister, they would be devastated if I had to fake my death one day. I would have to push my age as much as I could before I left.

"I know, but there is only two options to choose from if that's any comfort." Jack stroked the side of my face as he held me at arms' length. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a soon-to-be-dead slayer to go and deal with."

Jack left, and I headed back upstairs. I went into my room, and sat at the desk, getting out a pencil and paper. I decided to write all my options down, it sounded cliché, but I was going to exhaust every single possible option before I made the choice. I clicked the pen, and began writing. I felt everything I'd ever thought about turning into a vampire down, and it was like everything was flowing out of my brain, mechanically moving my arm.

As I was about to write something else, my phone rang, distracting me. I fished it out of my pocket and pressed the green button without bothering to look at the caller I.D, and holding it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked, pressing the phone in between my ear and my shoulder so I could write. I thought it was Carlos calling me about why Jack and I just disappeared from class with our crummy Dentist's excuse.

"Jerry, honey it's Mum." I immediately snapped back to attention, throwing the pen down and holding the phone against my ear. It felt like forever since I'd last seen her, and maybe it was. I'd been staying at Jack's a lot. "I was just checking to make sure you're okay." She said above the sound of LazyTown in the background. I smiled, that was my Mum, always worrying about me.

"Yeah, I'm fine Mum." I lied, feeling my stomach tighten at the sound of Macy's little giggles in the background. I really wasn't okay, I had until possibly the end of the day to make a choice, and either one I made there would still be consequences. "Are you?" I changed the subject, subconsciously rubbing underneath my eyes as they started to burn.

"Macy's keeping me on my toes, but I should be fine." Mum chuckled. "Now, I appreciate that you and Jack are close, but if you're going to stay round his, could you make sure you call me first?" She asked me in a typical motherly tone.

"Sure." I tried to laugh back, but it didn't come out. My voice was barely a whisper, and my throat was going dry, feeling like it was swelling up. "Bye Mum."

"Bye sweetie, I love you." I hung up without replying back, and I chewed anxiously on my lower lip. If I transitioned I would never be able to see her again, but if I died it would be a definite fact that I wouldn't see her, at least if I was a vampire, I might be able to see her when my blood lust would be under control.

"What ya doing?" I turned around to see Bailey stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He walked towards me, and stood over the chair I was sat on.

"Writing a list of pros and cons about turning." I told him, there were more good things than bad at the moment. I was about to add the fact that I'd have to drink blood for the rest of my - eternal - life, but Bailey snatched it up from the desk before I could grab the pen and press tip to paper. "Hey!" I yelled.

He turned away from me, and his eyes skimmed it. I stood on the desk, and would be towering over him if he turned around, but he didn't, instead he began reading the list out loud. "Pro number one, I'd be-" He couldn't finish the first on as I'd leapt onto his back. I collapsed with him under me, so he took the brunt of it, grunting upon impact.

"Damn, you're already strong." He complimented in a strained voice, and I realised that my kneecap was digging into his neck. I took the paper from his limp hand, and climbed off of him. He got to his feet, rubbing underneath his neckerchief from where my neck had dug into him.

"Why aren't you downstairs with Jack?" I asked, crumpling the paper I was holding and throwing it into the bin.

"There was blood on the window, and Rudy isn't even near the window." Bailey shuddered, and my eyes widened at the tale of Jack's ferocity. I'd seen what he could do, and had experienced it myself, but I had no idea of what he was completely capable of doing. "He's angry, that's for sure."

"And it never ends well." I looked down in remembrance, thinking about how feral, dangerous and seductive Jack had been. It had been a terrifying experience, but it had been exciting at the same time.

"Woah, freaky." Bailey said. "I take it you saw Jack's angry side before his good side?" He guessed.

"I was sent to kill him." I reminded him, and Bailey's expression changed.

"So, are you going to turn, or not?" He asked me.

"Not too sure yet." I said, shifting around. It was all well and good writing about what was good and what was bad about being a vampire but it would get me nowhere - not to mention how Bella Swan-esque and ridiculous it seemed - as I had to make the choice within a matter of hours. Although my mind was already made up before I'd begun, I didn't want to die. And living on to become a vampire seemed a lot better than just dying.

"Well, let me know when you do, because I don't want to miss any action." He told me in a serious tone. It was strange, even his serious tone or faces made me want to laugh.

"Where are you going?" I asked. It seemed like everyone had gone. There were no sign of Kylie, Eddie, Milton or Mika, and Jack had distanced himself from me to deal with Rudy. Not that I could blame him.

"Someone has to clean up Jack's mess." Bailey chuckled, although he had a grave look on his face. I felt all the color drain out of mine. Rudy was already here, so I dreaded to think what casualties he - Bailey and all the other wolves - had caused after Rudy had killed me. As twisted as it sounded, I admired that about Jack, it was his way of showing he cared.

"Aahhh!" We both jumped and Bailey looked visibly shaken as Rudy's scream tore through the house. If Rudy was getting anywhere near the same treatment as I was, I could tell it wasn't going to end as well for him as it did for me.

"Yeesh." Bailey grimaced. "With all this going on, I can't get that Jack the Ripper song out of my head." "The Ripper, Jack the Ripper. Now my Mother's dead and buried..." He was still singing as he walked down the hallway, and even as he walked out the front door. I chuckled, and made my way down the stairs. The door to the room Jack was holding Rudy was now open. I stood there aimlessly and watched.

"Get this into your thick head, it's not your choice about whether Jerry transtitions or not." Jack told him firmly, stabbing the knife into his collarbone. I winced and held my hand up to mine as the blade disappeared completely into Rudy's skin. His screams barely held a candle to what mine had been.

Jack turned away from him, wiping his hands on an old rag, before leaving the room. The slam echoed all around the house, and rang in my ears, aggravating my headache.

"Hi." I said shyly as Jack spotted me, and walked straight over to me, a questioning look on his face.

"Have you thought anymore about transitioning, or-"

"I'll do it." I cut him off.

"Are you sure?" He asked softly, and I firmly nodded. "Alright then." He led me into the room where Rudy was still chained up, having to give the closed door a push from where the force of his slam had wedged it into the frame. Rudy turned his head away from us in disgust. This angered me because I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place if he hadn't sent me to kill Jack! And I would never forgive him for ordering my Dad to be killed, regardless of those stupid policies.

"Change of plans Rudy, I'm not going to kill you." Jack's tone was subsequently brighter, and Rudy turned to look at him like he was a madman. Jack ignored him, and pulled me forwards. I looked around quickly, and Bailey was right, Rudy was several feet away from the window, yet it had a large smear of blood on it. "Jerry is, and you can bet he's starving."

"Jerry, please don't-" Rudy was cut off as Jack slapped him around the face. I heard his neck click, and blood was rising in the cheek Jack had slapped. He deserved it.

"You brought all this on yourself Rudy." Jack reminded him in a warning growl. "You and your ridiculous polices are what killed Jerry and his Father." I swallowed hard at the mention of my Father, with my emotions all over the place, it seemed a more tender subject than usual. I felt like I had large gaps in my memory, and it made me frustrated, but I knew I would get them back if I transitioned.

I snapped out of my thoughts as Jack snarled and tore his fangs into Rudy's neck. He screamed in pain, and Jack spitefully raked his nails down Rudy's chest. He came away, and there was a fresh gash in the side of Rudy's neck. I inhaled sharply as the fresh blood snuck up my nostrils, and drove me into a frenzy right on the spot.

Rudy was silent as I walked up to him, and as I put my mouth near to his neck, I could hear his heartbeat quicken. His life was in my hands now, and I had no intentions of letting him live. He ruined my life before I had even met him. I heard him groan in disgust as I began to suck from the bloody wound in his neck. Jack chuckled at him, and although I couldn't see his face, I knew he would be delighting in the fall of his enemy.

The blood trickled it's way down my throat, feeling strange and foreign, but the more I drank, the more I wanted, and the more I wanted, the better it tasted. I was addicted to it already, and although it was quite frightening, it was also enjoyable. Rudy's heart rate was slowing drastically, and I sucked harder. It was the first time I'd wanted to kill someone on my own will, but Rudy deserved it.

He gave a final groan before I felt his chin slump against the back of my neck. I pulled away, breaking the blissful feeling of power that had overcome me, and wiped the blood from around my mouth. Searing pain suddenly cut right through me.

I couldn't contain my screams and I collapsed to the floor holding my mouth. Jack was over by me in a second, gripping my hand. I screamed again as something was trying to worm its way out of my gums, and I heard Jack's bones crunching as a result of my new-found strength. I felt my stomach churn as I realised this wasn't the worst of storm.

"Make it stop, it hurts!" I cried, and I felt Jack's hand becoming a scrunched up mass of skin within my grip. Just as the pain in my mouth began to subside, a whole new level of pain was unleashed on my face. It was like my veins were scraping their way up to the surface, and it was literally moving, giving me the feeling that my face was set on fire.

"Shhh..." Jack pulled my spasming body up into his arms, and held me against his chest. Every one of my joints, every one of my nerves felt like they were bursting. I clung tightly to him, as I knew he could make everything feel better. He was my safety-line as of now. "Everything's gonna be okay." He whispered into my ear, kissing the top of my head.

"Aww..." A female voice cooed, making us break the hug out of annoyance. The room spun instantly and I felt nauseous.

"Kylie!" Jack turned towards her, pulling me up off the floor and putting me back down on my feet. I was still giddy from all the adrenaline pumping through my body from the pain, so I had to lean onto Jack a little. He didn't mind though.

"What?" Kylie shrugged. "At least he's okay."

"Not exactly Kylie." I mumbled. My mouth was aching from where my fangs had forced their way through my gums, and it left a gnawing, throbbing sensation there.

"You turned?" Her eyes popped out of her head. I only just realised that Bailey, Eddie and Milton were with her too.

"Yeah!" She grinned, high-fiving Bailey. "One more badass in the clan." I felt myself blush at that, and I had no idea why. I think it was safe to say that out of all the wolves, Kylie came in close second - Bailey being the first of course - in being my favourite. She was a lot like Bailey, a bit of a joker, but was serious and could take someone down when it came down to it.

A phone rang, and everyone's heads darted around in shock. Kylie pulled hers out of her pocket, and put it back in, It kept on ringing, and Jack looked about ready to find it and tear it's SIM card out. Bailey jumped before pulling his phone out his pocket, making the ringing louder. He rolled his eyes as he looked at the caller I.D.

"Sheesh, ex-girlfriend." He grimaced. "Be back in a moment." He turned around, walking towards the living room, pressing the green button and holding the phone to his ear. "What Marissa!? No I don't know what happened to your cat..."

"I'll leave you to talk, I've got a body to dispose of." Jack said bluntly, walking over to Rudy's dangling corpse.

"Real classy Jack!" Kylie wrinkled her nose as he unshackled Rudy's limp arms, letting his body collapse to the floor. His hatred for that man was still showing even in his death. I turned my head away and walked out into the landing, with Kylie, Eddie and Milton following. Jack came out a few moments later, dragging Rudy's body by its ankles. The still-wet blood from the bitemark left a trail across the floor, and I had to refrain myself from rushing toward it and licking it off the floor.

"So, are you gonna be alright?" Kylie asked me, kindly wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

I smiled, although I didn't feel up to holding it, so it fell within the first few seconds. "Yeah, I've got Jack and Bailey with me." I knew Jack would be there to guide me through it, and Bailey would probably be on the sidelines, cracking jokes or cleaning up whatever messes I was going to make. I was going to eventually kill someone, so I found myself wishing that it would happen sooner than later, so I could get it over with.

"And us." Kylie grinned at me, Milton and Eddie nodded.

"Huh?" I asked.

"We can't go anywhere until Mika heals." Kylie told me, then I was reminded by how strong the bond between this pack was, no matter how small it was. During the battle, they had repeatedly demonstrated their will to slaughter anyone who hurts the other, and that they would always be there for each other. "So, how do you like your eggs in the morning?" Kylie asked, her lighter persona shining through once more.

"You don't cook, Kylie." Eddie cut in with a snicker. "You burn."

"And yet you still eat my cooking Mr. Greedy Guts." Kylie retorted, removing her arm from my shoulders to walk towards him. I grinned as I realised how much taller Kylie was to Eddie.

"I am not a greedy guts." Eddie shook his head, but then he put a hand on his stomach. "Man I'm hungry, I'm gonna go and raid the cupboard." I snickered as it had completely contradicted his earlier statement, and indeed confirmed that he was a "greedy guts".

"Hey paws off my Frosties!" Kylie shot into the kitchen after him, leaving me alone with Milton, who was silently laughing. Jack wasn't back yet, and I began to get worried for some unknown reason, how long did it take to bury a body? And Bailey was still talking/yelling at the ex-girlfriend who had phoned him up. I still wasn't used to being able to hear things that I never normally would have been.

"Is there ever a dull moment with you guys?" I asked Milton. He wiped under his nose with the cuff of his sleeve, and then smiled at me.

"I hate to be a bragger, but no." He said. I chuckled. Bailey was a big joker as it was, so I didn't want to think about what they were all like together, and I was betting that at least one of them had a dirty sense of humor. There was one in every family, and they were a family, just none of them were related by blood.

"Hey guys, what did I miss?"

"Mika!" Milton exclaimed, at that Kylie and Eddie ran back into the landing. "You alright?"

"A little sore. So no bear hugs Milty." Mika walked in and shut the door behind her. She was bandaged around one of her hands - I could only guess as to whether it would become mutilated like Bailey's - and her lip was swollen, matching with the black eye she had. As she staggered, Kylie was by her side in an instant, supporting her.

"I'm sorry. I just love you so much." Milton grinned at Mika, and she snorted, punching him in the arm with her good hand.

"Mika, there's a guest-room upstairs." I jumped at the sound of Jack's voice, and he slung his arm around my shoulders. We were all here except for one person. "Bailey how about you grow a pair, man up and hang up the damn phone!?" Jack turned towards the living room and yelled, making Kylie and Mika snigger. "Preferably before she takes what little manliness you have!" His last comment had the girls bursting into fits of laughter.

"Oi! You cheeky git!" Bailey walked from the living room, pulling the phone away from his ear, and snapping it shut, halting his ex's stream of profanities. His eyes widened as they landed on Mika's bandaged form. "Mika? You walked all the way here from the hospital?"

"Yes." She nodded. "I didn't want to miss anything. But it turns out I have." She scowled in my direction, and I shot her a weak smile. I couldn't exactly wait for her to get back.

"He didn't exactly have the time to wait for you, Mika." Jack chuckled, voicing my thoughts. "Well, I'm gonna turn in, I think we all need it." He looked around at us, and we all nodded in agreement. Today had been extremely eventful, for werewolf, hybrid and new vampire. We were all in the same boat now, all a part of something supernatural.

And there was no turning back.

~Kickin' it~

I groaned in discomfort as Jack shifted beside me, almost breaking his grip on my waist. His nose was nuzzled into the back of my neck, and his breath tickled my collar-bone. I frowned behind closed eyes as I normally felt the sun's warmth in the morning to wake me up. He moaned beside me, his eyelashes brushing against my skin. It was incredible, I could now feel everything that, as a human, I would have been oblivious to. A small smile crept on my face as I knew I would be waking up next to him for every morning of my eternal life.

"Morning lovebirds." A voice distracted us, and Jack's arms left my body, leaving a burning. I sat up angrily, ready to chew the person out who had disturbed us, but I found I wasn't at all surprised as I came face to face with an already dressed Bailey. I couldn't help but laugh at the grin he was sending our way. It felt so strange to be angry, and then laughing the next minute.

"Pedophile! Get outta here!" Jack groaned at him.

"You're older than me!" Bailey deflected.

"And you're older than Jerry." Jack countered expertly.

"And he's younger than you." Bailey answered. I laughed at how ridiculous their banter was becoming. Bailey's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed a finger at Jack. "Cougar!"

Jack's eyes narrowed, and he picked up his pillow, launching it towards Bailey's head, he ducked and skidded out into the hallway. "Yeah you'd better run! And next time it won't be a pillow mister!" Jack called after him.

Throwing the covers off me, I chuckled and headed over to the wardrobe. Sunlight was streaming in from the small cracks in the curtains, and as I walked closer to the wardrobe, blistering pain burned up my ankle. I fell to the ground, pressing my back against the wardrobe as much as I could. My ankle was covered in blistered, and was extremely red and inflamed. How did I forget about sunlight?

"Ow..." I groaned, rubbing at my ankle. The blistered skin healed as I rubbed it, and I looked at it in amazement. I'd seen Jack heal before, and it was almost instantaneous, but seeing it on me seemed like a dream I would never wake up from. Part of me was wishing everything had been a battle, and I had fallen asleep in class, the day when the slayer attack was supposed to happen. But I knew none of it was, and I was somewhat glad for a strange reason.

Jack was at my side in a few seconds. "You sure you're alright?" His eyes scanned me over.

"I'm fine." I smiled at him. "It's gonna take some getting used to." I felt like such an idiot, thinking I could automatically walk in the sun. I'd seen Jack's ring before, so how had the fact that I would need one to go outside escape my mind?

"Jack!" I clutched at him frantically like I was drowning, quickly remembering something. "What am I gonna do about school, or my Mum, if I can't go out?" I panicked.

"Just calm down." Jack said kindly, helping me up from the floor. "I'll think of something. But for now, maybe it's best to keep you inside during the day, especially while you're new."

I nodded reluctantly. How long could I wait before I could see my Mum again? And the school was probably going spare about the fact Jack and I had taken off like that. But luckily the teacher that day didn't seem to like either of us, so hopefully she hadn't reported it. "Okay then, I suppose you do know best."

"Someone has to." He chuckled, stroking some hair out of my eyes. I licked my lips as they had become dry, and I could suddenly hear a heartbeat echoing in my ears. I realized it wasn't mine, but it was Jack's. As his skin made contact with mine again, this time running down my neck, I felt every single nerve-ending in my body shudder. It seemed his pull over me had intensified more, so much to the point where I just wanted to kiss him until neither one of us could breathe anymore.

A loud bang from downstairs made us both jump. There was a yell of pain, and then a sizzle. My eyes widened, while Jack's eyebrow went up in confusion.

"What was that!?" I asked in surprise. I shook myself from the daze I'd found myself in, and got to my feet, hopping over the small beam of sunlight.

"I have no idea." Jack shook his head, pulling the curtain completely over the window so the . "But I have some suspicions."

The walk down the hallway was probably one of the longest, and funniest, I'd ever had. Jack had closed all the curtains before hand, but there was still light creeping through the cracks, so I had to hop over them. Every time he looked at me, I could tell Jack was trying his absolute hardest not to laugh.

"Oww!" Eddie yelled loudly, and Jack and I stepped into the kitchen quick enough to see Kylie brandishing a spatula. Judging by the look of it, Kylie had hit Eddie extremely hard, and it wasn't the first time. His face was already swelling on his cheek, going a nasty shade of purple. "You just hit me!" He cried.

"You insulted my pancake making skills!" Kylie jabbed the spatula in his chest, and his free hand rubbed it. Kylie nodded triumphantly.

"You have none!" Eddie countered, his eyes widening as Kylie's look turned murderous. Eddie grabbed a chopping board, and held it up to protect himself, ducking behind it.

"Suspicions confirmed." Jack chuckled. He walked towards the two werewolves, and stood between them, like a referee about to initiate a boxing match. He pushed Eddie and Kylie a safe distance away from each other, and pried the spatula out of Kylie's hand. "Okay, easy. Let's not tear up the kitchen guys."

I went to walk towards Eddie and see if he was alright, but a sudden dizzy spell swept over me in waves, and I swayed on the spot. My head was pounding and I collapsed on the ground, closing my eyes and becoming swallowed up in the darkness.

"Dad!?" I called. I tried to turn my head, but the intense pain was rendering me immobile and the seatbelt around me restricted my breathing. My legs were dead and there was blood dripping from a large cut in my forehead. I tried to move my arm to unlock my seatbelt, but I cried out in pain instead. A large piece of metal had gone right through my arm. "Dad! I can't move, I-"

I stopped talking as I heard screeching coming from the top of the severely twisted car. If this was what ours looked like and Dad wasn't going over the speed limit, I shuddered to think what the driver of the speeding one looked like. It would be a miracle if he was alive.

Wait? Alive?

"Dad!" I cried out to him, but he didn't respond. I felt warmth gather in my eyes and a large lump formed in my throat as I began to fear the worse, but my irrational side set in. Maybe he was just sleeping? Or maybe he was alive and unconscious? He had to be alive, I couldn't live without my Dad. He had been with me since I was born. Even when I had tuberculosis and the Doctor's thought I wouldn't make it, Dad was the one who stayed with me all night.

He didn't leave me then, and couldn't leave me now.

"Dad..." I tried again, my voice nothing but a broken whisper. I grimaced in pain as I tried to move my arm again, but it didn't succeed in doing anything other than driving the piece of metal deeper through my arm. I flexed the fingers in my other arm, determined to stay calm and get both my Dad and I out of here.

Gritting my teeth, I moved my good arm towards the piece of metal, and wrapped my fingers around the end of it. I tugged gently at it, but the pain shot through me, making me yell out. I wasn't strong enough to pull it all out in one go, nevermind the fact I didn't know how long it was. I slumped my head back against the seat, defeated and absorbing my fate. I couldn't believe I'd die here, next to my Dad.

I jerked my head up at the sound of the same screeching sound I'd heard a few moments ago, only it was louder, and more deafening. I was praying it was the firemen who had come to cut us both out, and we would be taken to hospital, where they would stich Dad and I up, and then we would go home and explain to Mum - who would be trying to get the driver into a court case, although I was sure he was already dead - that we were fine. Banged up, but fine.

Only it wasn't a fireman. And he was alone.

How he had managed to rip the roof off the car was beyond me, and I found myself thinking I was hallucinating, but I wasn't. Above the car, staring down into the wreckage, was a man. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen before in my life. His dark brown hair blew around in the wind, and his chocolate-brown eyes roamed my body with a worried look.

Reaching a hand inside, he enclosed it around the bar of metal in my arm, and wrenched it from my skin. I screamed in pain, but it quickly subsided, leaving a rapidly bleeding wound.

I turned it weakly, feeling it become like jelly, and my eyes widened in horror. If it had been inches more to the left, I would have been dead upon impact. The man's hand reached down again, and pulled my seatbelt out of the locking mechanism. I took in a rapid gasp of air as I could finally breathe.

"Who are you...!?" I asked in shock. The man had just managed to rip the top off of the car, and yank the metal from my arm without a single breath. There was no possible way he could be human, but what else could he be? There was no such thing as the supernatural. That only existed on TV.

"Nobody you need to worry about yet." The man replied, lowering himself into the totaled car, and crouching on the dashboard. just come on."

"What about my-" I jerked my head over towards Dad, feeling it spin and throb as I did so. The man kept hold of me, not even bothering to check if Dad was okay, and I began to fear for the worst. My heart was beating frantically, and my throat was closing up. Tears were already running down my face, and the man looked at me somberly.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"No, he can't be-" I gasped, feeling more tears stream out of my eyes. I thrashed around in the man's grip. but he was too strong. He held onto me, and I slammed my fists into his chest, screaming in agony. My Dad was dead. How could this have happened? Why did it have to be him and not the other driver!? Why!?

"He's not dead!" I screamed. The blaring of sirens distracted me, and I looked around. They were too far away, and I was still clinging onto any shred of hope that Dad was alive. But I knew deep down he wasn't, I just didn't want to believe it. The thought made me sob harder, and my fingers closed around the man's shirt.

"It's alright, shhh." He whispered softly, stroking my blood-soaked hair gently. His voice was soothing, and soft. His other hand rubbed my back while I continued to scream and cry like I never had before in my entire life. "I'm gonna help you, it's gonna be okay."

And for some strange reason, I believed him. A total stranger.

But he had saved my life.

I groaned as I felt myself being pulled from the darkness I had found myself in. Someone was patting my cheek, but I didn't want to wake up, I felt like there was more to the memory I had just seen, but I was yanked abruptly from it. "Jerry, are you alright?" I heard Jack's voice, and my eyes opened automatically, coming face to face with him. Kylie, Milton and Bailey's faces were at the edge of my vision.

"I remember you." I said as Jack helped me up. I looked around subconsciously, and the sky had darkened to a deep purple. Had I really been out that long? It was only morning when I fainted!

"I'm glad. It's a side-effect of the transition, anything you were compelled to forget, you'll remember." Jack told me. I was about to ask him how long I was out for, but Kylie cut me off.

"Alright, well I'm gonna go set up a movie." She walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. The sound of the TV's usually quiet crackling was suddenly much louder, and grated painfully on my ears, making me wince.

"Please not Lesbian Vampire Killers." Eddie called after her, making me wince even louder. I had no idea how Jack dealt with being able to hear things that should always be quiet.

"Too late." Kylie called back. Bailey went after them as sounds of a struggle sounded. Jack looked at me sympathetically and pulled me into his arms. I sighed, comforted by the sound of his heart beat.

"My head hurts." I groaned as the pounding inside of it seemed to amplify so as to cause me as much pain as possible.

"It will, there's some aspirin in the medicine cabinet." Jack smiled at me before leaving the kitchen to go into the living room. I heard Kylie and Bailey snort with laughter at something the deep-throated narrator said, but I couldn't make it out, and quite frankly with the headache I had, I didn't want to.

I blew out a breath, and headed towards the medicine cabinet. I opened it, and searched for the aspirin, finding the capsules sealed inside a glass jar. I picked it up, and shut the cupboard. My hands closed around the lid, and it wouldn't twist off. I tugged at it, but got the same result. I was getting overly frustrated with a jar. My grip tightened, and the glass shattered into pieces, raining down on my feet and spilling the capsules everywhere.

"Easy tiger." Jack appeared in the doorway, and started walking towards me. I bent down and began picking up the small capsules. I couldn't believe I had just shattered that glass into pieces, and had no control over my new strength. I knew I'd never be quite as strong as Jack, unless I was a untriggered werewolf too, which didn't seem very likely.

"Sorry, I'll clean it up." I apologised quickly, kneeling up by the counter to deposit the handfuls of capsules. I bent down to pick the rest up, but Jack's boots appeared in my vision, making me stop. He kneeled down in front of me, a few glass shards sinking through his knees, but he didn't look like he could feel it.

"Hey, don't apologise." He laid a hand on my shoulder. "You don't need to.

"Are you alright?" He eyed me staring at his bleeding cut, and put an arm around me, pulling me closer to him. His blood smelled intoxicating, but at the same time I wanted to know why I was so drawn to it. To him. "Here." Jack held it near my mouth, and my hands gripped it. My fangs flew from my gums, making me wince. Hesitantly, I lowered my mouth onto the gash.

It was just like the first time I'd drank it, warm with a slight cinnamon taste. but it seemed much more appetizing than the first time. I felt it powering everything in my body like I was a battery. I slumped against Jack's chest, having found a piece of heaven. He stroked my hair, and I heard him moan softly in my ear.

I could sense everything he was feeling, his joy from me drinking his blood, and his love for me. It was undeniable, passionate and shook me to the core. I had never felt anything so powerfully before in my life, and the things that I had, couldn't compare to what I felt for Jack. I managed to see past his monsterous exterior, unlike most people who would try to kill him, or make him feel something other than angry. But I didn't do that, he was perfect the way he was, and I had him all to myself forever.

I broke away from him as I felt the wound close, and I suddenly felt extremely claustrophobic, like something was squeezing my chest closed. I desperately needed to go outside, I'd been cooped up all day. Granted I was out for most of it, but I was certain that was what it was.

"Jack, I need to get outside, I can't-" I started breathing heavily. I felt like the walls were closing in on me and my throat was caving it. Was it his blood that was making me feel like this? "It's too-" I tried to say something, but nothing would come out.

"Jerry, calm down." Jack grabbed my wrists tightly, and pulled me to look at him. My breathing started to calm down all on its own. "You'll have to stay here for now."

"Jack-" I began to protest, but he cut me off.

"I don't want to have to compel you to stay here, because I want to give you free reign over your actions, but I will do it if you can't listen, okay?" I was beginning to get mad with him, madder than I'd ever felt before. It felt so strange, especially to be mad at Jack even when I knew he was doing this for my own safety.

"But why do I have to stay here!?" I asked, infuriated.

"But why do I have to stay here!?" I shot off the sofa I'd been laying on previously, and winced as my arm got flattened under my body during the hasty attempt, but I didn't care. Who did this man think he was!? He came towards me, and I backed up, pressing my legs against the sofa. "I need to go home, my Mum's going to freak, and my-"

"Jerry, just calm down." His fingers gently closed around my wrists, and I struggled against him, trying to pry his hands from me, but he was far too strong. His grip felt like hardened steel, and his eyes burned into mine with a fire I'd never seen before. I had to get out of here, I couldn't stay in the same building with him. He could be a psycho-path.

"How do you know my name!?" I demanded shakily, but that wasn't the only question on my mind. How he managed to save me from the car was one, and was he human, was another. Although I couldn't come right out and directly ask him, because I was certain he'd either skirt around the issue, or lie to me.

"You told me when I asked you." He smiled lightly, letting go of my arms. "You won't remember. You were drifting in and out of conciousness."

"I can't believe my Dad's dead." I breathed quietly, all my pent-up anger disappearing at once. The connection between us was gone, shattered into pieces. The firemen were probably still cutting him out of the car, and had no idea I was here, or had even been in the car for that matter.

Although I wouldn't be able to tell myself. I had injuries, bad injuries, only when I woke up on the man;s sofa, half of them were gone, and my arm had completely healed. I was amazed to say the least, only I found myself being angry for the fact it was Dad that died and not the other driver. Or maybe he did, I didn't know.

I was too busy being trapped here by a man whose name I didn't even know!

I blinked, and looked at Jack in amazement. His voice had triggered the memory back. And it seemed like we had, had this argument before, only I could tell this time it was going to take a different turn. This time, I was a vampire, with a desperate craving for blood and a burning need to run outside.

"You have to stay here because you could easily kill someone right now." Jack was trying to keep his voice steady, so as to not yell at me because it wasn't entirely my fault that I was getting angry with him, it was my emotions. Everything was heightened now. "It wasn't a big deal for me at first when I did it because I was angry at everyone, but then I started feeling guilty. Again it wasn't much, but I don't know what it'll be like with you." He explained.

"I'm sorry, it's just-"

"Shhh." He kissed me gently, and I groaned in annoyance as it was only a short one. His lips tasted too tempting for him to have kissed me like that. He drew me against him even more, pressing our bodies together so he could kiss my temple. "It's gonna be alright, trust me. Are you gonna be alright cleaning this? I'm gonna try feeding Mika my blood, see if it heals her quicker."

I smiled at him, his taste still lingering on my lips. "Yeah, I'll be fine." He picked himself off the floor, and headed down the hall and up the stairs. I wondered what had happened to Mika, I couldn't really tell during the battle because I was preoccupied, and I couldn't tell which wolf was her. It had to have been bad if they were using Jack's blood as a last resort, but I saw her yesterday afternoon. Maybe her injuries just weren't healing, or were worse than they appeared?

I set about picking up the shards of glass, not having to worry much about getting grazed since it would heal, and desperately tried to ignore the burning hunger I was feeling. I wanted blood, and I wanted right in that instant. My head jerked towards the living room, where Kylie, Milton, Eddie and Bailey were laughing. No. I wasn't going to attack them, they were my friends.

But it wouldn't matter as much if it was someone I didn't know.

Biting my tongue, I tip-toed over to the door. I looked up the stairs and strained my ears. Jack wasn't coming, but I could hear Mika's soft groans as she fed off of Jack. I instantly felt jealous, he should be sharing his blood with me, and only me. I wrapped my hand around the door handle, and opened it. The night air hit my face, fresh and drawing me out. I stepped outside, and shut the door silently behind me.

I looked out over the street, seeing a woman walking down the path. I focused all my energy on the tree above where she was going to walk, and soon I blurred over. I clung to the tree in pure amazement, I couldn't believe how fast I was now. I snaked along the tree branch, and waited for the woman to come along. She passed under me in a matter of seconds, and I dropped down, landing in front of her. She gasped in shock and took a few steps back away from me.

"How did you do that!?"

My eyes flittered open, and everything was dark. The man had gone and I was laying downstairs. I sat up, closing and opening my fingers into a fist as they had become numb from being tucked under me for a few hours. The man had been oddly comforting, he'd let me cry on him and he didn't seem like he would hurt me at all. But I still needed to get out of here. By now, the police had probably realised that I had been in the car, and would be looking for me or my body, depending on what assumption they made.

I felt a pang in my throat as I thought of my Dad;s body laying on a cold slab down in a morgue somewhere. Mum would be crying, sobbing her heart out with her hands over her stomach, her pregnant stomach that was. She wasn't far along enough for the Doctor's to give her an ultrasound and see.

Getting up, I silently made my way to the front door. I reached out for the door handle, but a loud creak made me bolt around. I scanned the darkness, and found nothing but a large chunk of moonlight streaming in from the upstairs landing window. I moved back around to the lock, and couldn't help but gasp at what I saw.

The man was right in front of me, blocking me from moving.

"How did you do that!?" I backed away from him, suddenly fearing for my life as dread roped its way around my body. It wasn't physically possible for the man to have gotten there in such a short time and yet there he was, barring me from escaping yet again.

I blinked, still in shock. "How are you-"

"Jerry, I need you to listen very carefully, but you can't repeat this to anyone." He cut me off in a serious tone, and I stayed silent, hoping to find out anything about what was going on here. Whatever it was, it couldn't be worse than the fact I had to stay with him for a while, my Mum didn't know where I was, and my Dad was dead.

"I'm a vampire."

"I'm a vampire." I said simply, choosing to use what response Jack had used with me in that memory. It was extremely strange when I got them back, and it couldn't happen at the most inconvenient times. And how many more did I have left? How many times did Jack compel me?

"What?" The woman demanded in a shaky voice, taking a step back every time I took one towards her. She smelled too delicious to pass up, and I couldn't very well let her live after she had seen me use my super speed, could I?

"I'm sorry." I apologised - although I wasn't really sorry at all - feeling my veins crawl underneath my skin, and my fangs shoot from my gums. There was still a sharp twinge of pain, and I wondered briefly if it was something I would get used to, but a scream interrupted my thoughts. The woman who had seen me, was running away from me as fast as she could, and I took off after her, my throat burning with hunger.

I was after blood. I wasn't going to stop until I got what I wanted, and I didn't care who paid the price.

~Kickin' it~

(A/N) Oooh, Jerry's on a warpath. That's not gonna turn out well, just remember he didn't kill the woman this chapter, and that he's only running after her. Lemme know how I did, and how I put the flashbacks/memories of Jerry meeting Jack for the first time. I didn't want it to be all one big thing, and I didn't want it triggered by random things either. They probably sucked, but hey.

I'll see you with the next chapter gang. And remember to review! Or if you're bored, check out my other stories/updates. :-)