Okay back to my girl Kallie….oh and you totally know that Vincent is so jealous. He and Vale are just alittle too competitive—too bad Kallie's stuck in the middle.

"Chill out," Vale said from behind as I threw open the main door, "Vince was just doing that on purpose. He's just jealous."

"Why," I asked stunned—after all he had little miss perfect up there doing God knows what with him now, "he has little miss perfect."

"More like little miss idiot," I heard Vale mumble under his breath, "that doesn't matter anymore. We have to run over to Marco's real quick…I'll make the plane reservations from there."

"What?" I asked not feeling very generous at all—certainly not generous enough to visit Marco the Jerk, "why do we have to visit him?"

"Because you obviously don't want to be in the house right now with my brother and Charlotte so we'll go to Marco's."

I shut up, not daring to argue as I could feel the redness in my face from the carpet that Vincent had pushed it into earlier—honestly what had gotten into him? We walked outside and I heard a car beep—it was even better than Vincent's sports car. It was a candy apple red—except that this red didn't remind me of the color red.

"Your face still hurting?" he asked opening the door for me after he saw me rubbing my cheek.

"A little," I said getting in and closing the door as he put my suitcase in the trunk.

"Here," he said suddenly in the driver's seat beside me and handing me a pill, "it's a Tylenol—it should help. So have you met Angel yet?" He said pulling out of the driveway.

"No," I almost snapped but instead I took a breath and tried to chill, "I haven't had the pleasure of meeting her."

"Well then," he smiled and I felt him reach for my hand, "then you'll be very surprised to see her. She used to be like you before she was changed….she's a bit different now. I think you'll like her."

I shut up and just stared out the window absentmindlingly rubbing face. How could Vincent have done that to me? Last night….I thought everything was starting to go well and now I'm stuck with Vale—his evil brother who was actually being nice to me.

"So what do you think about being changed?" Vale asked casually, "Are you looking forward to it?"

"Why in the hell would I be looking forward to it?" I snapped and I could fell his hand cup the right side of my face—his thumb rubbing in circle the part of my cheek that still hurt—you have to realize that it wasn't like when your older brother wrestles you to the ground….Vincent was a vampire who had enough strength that if he would have slammed my head into the ground I would've been dead.

"It'll have to happen soon babe," he answered taking his hand while making eye contact with me, "you can't just go these places with me and not be able to fight for yourself. If not I'll have to be with you all the time—which doesn't seem like such a bad idea."

"As long as it means you won't come anywhere near my neck I'll deal with it," I stated firmly—defensively crossing my arms. I wasn't going to let Vincent bite me…no way in hell was I going to let Vale—then I added the word that I hated most, "babe."

"Well," he smiled as we pulled up in front of the club, "we'll just have to see what comes up on our schedules then huh? Come on Sweetie…let's go meet Marco's special Angel."