A/N I don't own Osmosis Jones, or its characters; they are owned by Warner Bros. The rest, I DO own.

Devilgirl123: That's quite true.

Alu In Chains: Ch. 11: Thanks XD They're becoming one of my favorite OC/Canon couples.

I think that Thrax wouldn't show such emotions like that. It would come from him having to show limited emotions on the job, as he thought he would be considered weak otherwise. Even though he's on the good side, he still has some traits from his bad side; such as not playing by the rules, and not showing many emotions.

He actually feels threatened by Thrax because 1: He's already friends with Annabelle, and had a chance to be with her before; 2: Thrax is a big guy, and an Immunity officer to boot, so he's pretty threatening.

Ch. 12: I think so too :)

Probably. That seems to happen both in fiction, and real life.

Well, thanks very much :) I'm glad you like that.

Ch. 13: Isn't it? :3 Yeah, I guess so. Despite her being a perfectionist, she was still Annie's guardian, and was a decent one. I like her uncle too :D

True, but sometimes being told advice (even if it's the same as another piece of advice) can encourage a person to do something.

Not yet. But the next event may make her think over the choice ;)

Chapter 14

The day after the talk with her aunt and uncle, Annabelle decided to go to the movie theater. At work, one of her co-workers mentioned Hector and Christine, his girlfriend, were going to see a romantic movie called Twilight. Annabelle decided to go by herself, as Jason didn't like romantic films, and Martha, Ursula, and Maria had other plans.

Upon stepping into the theater, Annabelle's dark-blue eyes spied a familiar red figure. "Thraxy!" She called, waving a hand in the air. "Hey, Red!"

Thrax's head turned at the yell. A grin spread on his face as he spotted the half-red blood cell. "Hey, Annie," He greeted, walking up to her. "How's it goin'?"

"I'm fine. What're you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?"

"This is my day off. An' I came here 'cause I was bored at home."

"Where's Almira?"

"Jones and Drix borrowed her for a job. There's rumors of some big-shot germ makin' illegal drugs. Somethin' about mind-controllin' animals."

"That sounds like something from a movie."

"You're tellin' me, baby. But Jones an' Drix were assigned to sniff out some clues."

"And let me guess, Almira's doing the main sniffing?" Annabelle asked humorously, raising an eyebrow.

"Pretty much. So, what're you doin' here?"

"A co-worker said something about Hector going with his girlfriend to see a movie. So, I decided to go. Since we're both here, wanna go together and split the expenses?"

"Won't yer boyfriend object?"

"He doesn't control my life," She retorted, crossing her arms. "Besides, what he don't won't hurt him. If he asks, I'll say I was with one of my girl friends." She added with a mischievous smirk.

"Ooh, naughty girl, you shouldn't be lyin'," Thrax grinned, shaking a finger at Annabelle as she stepped past him, facing away from him. "You need a good spanking." With that, he smacked her jean-clad butt hard, making a loud crack.

Annabelle jumped, squealing in surprise. She looked back at him, trying to glare. Instead, she was laughing. "Jackass!" She snapped, still laughing.

"Call me what you will, baby. All I gotta say that is one fine-lookin' ass." Thrax leered, glancing down at Annabelle's hips.

"Okay, if you're gonna be looking back there, you better go home." She said, pointing out the door.

"I'm just jokin', Annie," Thrax chuckled. "What're you seein'?"

"Whatever Hector's seeing. He and Christine are seeing some movie called 'Twilight.' You game?"

"Sure," Thrax shrugged.

They both payed for their tickets, and both bought sodas—Thrax chose a diet soda, much to Annabelle's amusement—and a large polypcorn to split. By the time they got seated, Hector and Christine were already seated, waiting for the movie to begin. "How's it goin' with Jason?" Thrax whispered, spearing a kernel of polypcorn with his burner claw and flicking it into his mouth.

"Same old," Annabelle sighed. "He's getting more and more intent on making me only have female friends. But he can't tell Annabelle Waters what to do!"

"'Atta girl," Thrax smirked. "Why don't you take off yer gloves? It's dark in here; no one'll notice."

Annabelle nibbled her lower lip in thought. Eventually, she pulled off her gloves, and shoved them in the pocket of her jeans. She poked her claw into a polypcorn kernel, and flicked it into her mouth. She chewed with a cheeky smile, making Thrax chuckle.

Throughout the movie Hector and Christine were watching, the humans mostly kept quiet, whispering a comment to the other every now and then. Annabelle and Thrax were mostly silent as well, sipping their drinks, or chewing their polypcorn every now and again. Annabelle had wondered if Thrax would complain or fall asleep as soon as the human movie turned into a romantic one. But when she glanced at him, he was still watching, occasionally raising an eyebrow, as if confused or surprised at the movie.

After the movie ended, and Annabelle pulled her gloves back on, Thrax drove her home. On the way, they were both talking about the movie Hector and Christine had seen. Both humans had thought the movie wasn't very good, and the Red Death virus and half-red blood cell had to agree.

"Y'know, when I was a kid, vampires were scary creatures that sucked human blood, and disintegrated in the sun." Thrax said as they stepped into the elevator at Annabelle's apartment building. "But that film seems to think they're drop-dead gorgeous creatures who can suck blood from animals, and sparkle in the sunlight; basically, they're sparkly fairies!"

Annabelle laughed at that analogy. "In the opening credits, it said it was based on a book."

"Seriously?" He pulled a surprised face at the statement. "Must not be a good book then."

"It's popular with teenagers."

"'Course it is."

"You didn't like Bella? Wasn't she beautiful?" She laughed at Thrax's disgusted expression.

"More like boh-ring! And that girl was a horrible actress. Anyone can be a better actress!" They both laughed, but eventually calmed down, sighing. They were at Annabelle's apartment by now. "However, that movie did teach me somethin' good."

"What? Don't fall in love with a vampire?"

"That, and a vampire kiss."

Annabelle raised an eyebrow. "Do I wanna know what that is?"

"I'll show you. Tilt yer head back." He chuckled at her still-confused expression. "Trust me." He also pulled her closer to him, but she either didn't notice, or didn't care.

Regardless, she tilted her head back. She could only see the ceiling, but felt Thrax's hot breath on her neck. Then, his warm lips pressed on her throat, making her shiver slightly, and swallow. His lips stayed on her neck for a couple of seconds before Thrax moved his head back up. Annabelle straightened her neck, and chuckled lightly at Thrax, "Vampire kiss. I get it now."

He smiled slightly as well. The two remained still, pressed against each other at the stomach, and with Thrax's hand supporting Annabelle's upper back. All became silent as dark-blue eyes stared into green and golden-yellow eyes. Everything around them seemed to disappear, as though they were the only beings in the world.

They never really knew who made the first move. But what they did know was that one second, they were just staring at each other in silence; the next, Annabelle was holding Thrax's head in her hands, his free hand was cupping her cheek, and they were kissing. Everything else was still silent and invisible. Nothing else mattered.

But as soon as their lips separated, and their eyes cracked open, reality came crashing back. Their eyes widened in realization to what happened, and they stepped back from each other. "Uh...er...I'm sorry," Annabelle stammered, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

"It...uh...I think it was my fault," Thrax said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"No, it was mine."

"Well, it was an accident anyway."

"Yeah." They stood in awkward silence before Thrax spoke up, "Well, I guess I better be gettin' home."

"All right. See ya later, then?" When he nodded, Annabelle unlocked her apartment door, stepped in, and shut the door. Thrax stared at the door for several seconds before he sighed bitterly, brushed his dreadlocks back, and walked in the direction of the stairs. He needed time to think about what happened, and taking the stairs seemed like a good idea at the moment.

In her apartment, Annabelle was leaning back against her door. What had just happened flashed over and over in her mind, until it nearly drove her crazy. She grabbed her head, growling, and slid down the door until she was sitting on the floor.

She felt horrible. She was angry at herself. She didn't blame Thrax, though he was the one who technically started the mess, showing her that "vampire kiss." But he had obviously been surprised by the kiss as well, and was the one who said it was an accident. But she still felt awful, feeling like she had betrayed Jason, despite him trying to control her.

She released her head, and leaned back against the door, sighing. Remembering how Jason had been trying to control her, she found herself comparing Jason to Thrax. One the one hand, Jason was a red blood cell, somewhat like her, and he had had a crush on her ever since high school. Plus, he was good-looking, though Annabelle tried not to judge people by appearances. But the biggest turnoff was him trying to control her, basically telling her what friends to have, and what friends not to have. She didn't mind if he was a little protective of her against suspicious-looking goons, but this was too much; even against harmless characters.

On the other hand, she had known Thrax and his friends for three months. He was a Red Death virus, which was rare. But he was also a Red Death virus-turned-vaccine, which was even rarer. He flirted with her, but she only assumed it was Thrax being Thrax, despite her friends saying he liked her. The only bad thing was when he blew up about her being part-virus, but upon hearing his story, she understood why, and the situation had been resolved. Plus, he treated her fairly, and didn't try to control whom she was friends with. And she didn't deny that he wasn't attractive as well. And he was a good kisser.

Annabelle smacked herself in the forehead. "Don't think that way, Annabelle! You're dating Jason, not Thrax." But a dark shred of doubt began growing in her mind, wondering if Jason was really the right person to be with. Especially when her best friend seemed a better match.

Yes, she thought of Thrax as one of her best friends, along with Ozzy and Drix. But she felt closer to Thrax out of the three. She didn't really know why. Maybe it was because they were both viruses—though Annabelle herself was only half-virus—and they both had dead parents, and rough pasts, though Annabelle felt Thrax had it worse. But they seemed to have good chemistry as well. They could make each other laugh, and could find comfort in each other.

Annabelle sighed heavily, letting her head drop into her hands. All of this thinking of whom would be better to be with was giving her a headache.

Back at the Private Eye Apartment, Thrax was in a similar situation, though he certainly wasn't trying to figure out who was a better partner than the other. But he was wondering if Annabelle was happy with Jason.

It always disturbed him when she said Jason was trying to control what friends she could have. He had seen it with his own eyes, but never spoke up about it. He knew Jason didn't like him, but he didn't really care. He had a long list of people who didn't like him, and he couldn't care less if the list lengthened or shortened. But he didn't think it was fair that Annabelle wasn't allowed to be friends with him. He may not be the most well-liked person in Hector, but he never really gave anyone a reason to hate him with a passion, aside from being a virus, and being a killer in the past. He was even a member of the Immunity. Besides, Annabelle was a big girl, and could take care of herself. And she could certainly tell if it was a good idea to be friends with someone or not.

Thrax admitted that he liked Annabelle, maybe even more than a friend. He blinked in surprise as he thought about this. He had been lying back on the couch that served as his bed, and was reading a book, trying to chase away the incident that had happened at Annabelle's apartment building, and basically clear his mind. But it seemed to be doing the opposite. What was that I thought? I liked Annie more than a friend? It hadn't really popped up in the past. If it had, he brushed it aside without a thought. But this past incident made him seriously think about it.

To be honest, he didn't regret kissing Annabelle. His mind hadn't reminded him that she was already dating someone until he realized what had happened. He didn't blame Annabelle for the incident, though he felt they were both at fault for it. Someone could blame "the moment" for such incident. But if that were the case, Thrax would be the one to be blamed, since he started it with that vampire kiss.

Thrax let his head fall back on the arm of the couch, sighing heavily. On the one hand, he was in love with Annabelle. Yes, he admitted he was in love with her. He hadn't ever really been in love with anyone. Riley, his, "crazy ex-girlfriend," had been either a childhood crush, or just plain lust. But he was never really in love with her. But Annabelle, he was in love with her. She was strong, witty, funny, and independent, and she definitely took no crap from anyone. He was reminded a little of himself.

But on the other hand, she was already dating someone; a jerk, but another person regardless. And a fellow former high school student, to boot. And he wondered if she would rather be with a cell instead of a virus, as she was antagonistic against her father, him being a virus.

Before he could ponder any more into the subject, the door to the apartment opened. Almira ran in, wagging her tail. Behind her, Ozzy and Drix stepped in as well. "Wassup, Red?" Ozzy asked.

"Nothin' much," Thrax answered, closing his book and placing it on the couch. He looked down at Almira, who was sitting by the couch. "Hey, Mira," He grinned, sitting up and scratching her side. "How were you at your special job?"

"We didn't find anything," Drix sighed. "It wasn't Almira's fault. Nothing came up at all."

"Either that guy who told us where the guy was lied, or the guy moved." Ozzy added.

"We'll find something good, Ozzy," Drix said enthusiastically. "But we'll have to be cautious."

"Why? It's just a guy tryin' to mind-control animals." Thrax frowned.

"In the wrong hands, animals can be dangerous," Drix pointed out. "If used correctly, they can take down a body. I'll admit it sounds silly, but anyone can do it. Especially with the right animals."

Thrax pursed his lips slightly in thought. Drix had a point. It seemed silly, and from a movie. But animals could be used for evil purposes in the wrong hands. He laid a hand on Almira's shoulder, scratching her fur slightly. He hoped his baby girl wouldn't get hurt, or worse, captured by this goon.

A/N This might be my favorite chapter so far. Sorry if I offended any Twilight fans with Thrax and Annabelle making fun of it. What Thrax says about them being "sparkly fairies" in Twilight is what I think. Vampires are supposed to be scary blood suckers! Not...what Stephanie Meyer portrays them as! And him saying how Bella was boring, and the girl playing her is a horrible actress, is what I've seen people say about them.

Thrax smacking Annabelle on the butt, her calling him a jackass, and his comment after is kinda recycled from my WWIII story I never finished. And it was a perfect time to put it in here XD

My most favorite part of the chapter is the "vampire kiss," and what follows after.

Ooh, looks like we're getting another plot point :3