REVIEW PEOPLE REVIEW ;D. Sorry, but had to get that out there. So...CHAPTER 14 IS HERE! YAY! Haha, you guys happy I killed of Nykii, or not? And what about Edward *gasp*. I know it was a shock to me too, really. It was. I was beginning to love Edward...for once... }:). Anyways, your reviews inspire me! Who's going to be next? And what about Stephen? What's going to happen to him? Ah yes, questions to ponder...and more by the end of this chapter, trust me.

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-Shelbator

"Wait, if when we open our books back up, does everyone get sucked in?" Fang asked, pushing off the wall and pacing. Erik looked at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, since Edward opened up the book, does that mean Jacob's gone as well?" Fang asked, looking at Marci. Marci's eyes widened.

"I don't know. It would make sense…"

"Oh great," muttered Erik, looking at Nykii who seemed to be smirking. Stephen sat there, staring at the place his love used to sit.

"W…what am I going to do?" He whispered, and Damon grabbed his shoulder.

"Stephen, I'm sorry," he told him, and Stephen just stared at the chair, as if waiting for Edward to pop back out of thin air. Damon let go of his brother's shoulder slowly and shook his head sadly.

"I don't think Jacob went back into the book," Jasmine said slowly, watching the chair as well, but more speculatively, as if it was a science experiment.

"Why not? I mean, it does make sense, and-"

"Well, why doesn't someone else try? Stephen?" Jasmine looked at Stephen expectantly. Stephen was on his feet in moments.

"Of course! Why don't I-"

"No, absolutely not," Damon was grabbing his brother's arm and gripping tightly. Stephen glared at Damon. "I'm stronger than you, Stephen. Don't deny it," Damon told his brother, crushing his arm slightly more. Stephen didn't even wince in pain. He glared at Damon a little even more and ripped his arm away, and hissed.

"I can drink human blood too, Brother," he said and raced with vampire speed, grabbed Nykii and pushed her head back roughly. Nykii jumped, startled and screamed when Stephen's fangs ripped into her neck painfully. Damon was at his brother's side in milliseconds, but it was too late. Stephen already had a control problem when it came to human blood, and going without it for so long made resisting all the worse. He had just bit Nykii to make a point, but now he couldn't stop. And he was growing stronger than Damon by the second because of the new human blood coursing through his veins. Damon had not had a sip of human blood in a day and half a night, but he refused to give in. Especially while Marci was watching, no matter how much he disliked this girl. Demi was screaming and being held back by Gazzy, his small face grim and determined.

"Stephen, enough!" Damon roared, and ripped his brother away, with difficulty, of course. Stephen fell back, and Erik held him where he was along with Fang, just managing to hold back the blood raged vampire with their superhuman strength. In truth Damon and Erik were becoming dizzy from the blood. Damon traded places with Fang, and struggled with Erik to bring his brother out of the Teen Section and into the bathroom. Demi was instantly at Nykii's side, leaning over her sister and looking at her all too pale face.

"Will she live?" Demi cried, looking up at Fang, who just shook his head in hopeless uncertainty.

"She needs vampire blood, but all of the vampires are busy at the moment," Marci said from her pile of books. She sat in the center, sad and aged looking, like she'd seen more than her share of life. Ty looked at her.

"Well, why don't we go get the vampires?" She asked.

"Two reasons," Marci held up to fingers. "One, they can't control themselves around human blood as well as they would like to admit, and two, it's too late. Stephen took too much. She's gone," Marci looked at Nykii's ghastly green-grey face and remained in her grim façade. Demi was crying and grabbing her sister, pulling her close and rocking her back and forth.

"Why did he choose her?" She cried, wiping tears from her eyes.

"She looks like Bella. Oh, not the Kristen Stewart one. But she has the same hair, same length, same brown eyes, similar skin," Savannah spoke, her voice rough, rubbing at her red eyes. Gale went to hug her and she sank into him, unable to resist. Ty shook her head and sighed, tears close to spilling.

"What are we doing to do with the body?" She whispered to Peeta. His sad eye turned toward her and he shook his head slowly.

"I don't know. She deserves a proper burial, but it's too wet out and she would just come back to the sur-"

"Okay, okay I get it," Ty cut him off sharply, wiping quickly at a tear, and Peeta hugged her. Jasmine watched, more tears spilling. Ty and Peeta wanted to be together, then? Fine, she didn't need either of them. They deserved each other. Jasmine turned away and walked out of the room silently, no one noticing her leaving.

"I'm going to kill, Stephen," Demi said in the deathly silence, and, giving her dead sister a final kiss on the forehead and closing her eyes, got up and looked at Fang with determined eyes. Fang opened his mouth to say something, then decided against it at her expression. It was Marci who spoke.

"You can't kill Stephen…Demi, he didn't mean it!"

"He didn't mean to kill my sister? That's what you have to say? Well fuck Stephen and his little mistakes. My sister I guess what one of them," Demi looked so dangerous in her calm mood that Marci just looked at her and started crying silently, almost not realizing the tears streaming down her face.

"But-"

"No buts, Marci. No buts," Demi said softly, and strode out of the room, a determined look written all over her face.

"Do you think she can kill him, Marci?"

"No, she can't. She doesn't have a stake, and he has fresh human blood in him. I anything she'll get hurt," Savannah said, who had also read the books. Marci nodded miserably and Fang hurried after, now extremely worried.

"Demi, wait!"

"No, Fang. Stephen killed my sister-"

"And he's going to kill you too if you don't stop!" Cried Fang, breathing heavily and running a hand through his hair. Demi snorted.

"I'd like to see him try," she retorted and started walking again, only to be stopped by Fang grabbing her arm.

"Ow, what the hell-" She was cut off from Fang's lips on hers. Her blue eyes widened and she kissed him back., in her surprise of course. After, Fang smiled down at her hesitantly. Demi smiled back, brought her hand back, and slapped him hard across the face.

"Don't you ever try that trick again, Mister. I like talking and when people cut me off like that it not only stops my sentence, it also makes me lose my train of thought." Fang looked at her, shocked, as she stomped away, not looking back once.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, STEPHEN?" Thundered Damon. Stephen grinned lazily at his brother, tucking a piece of hair behind Damon's ear.

"It's funny. You can I have kind of switched places, haven't we?" He told him. Damon smacked his hand away, glaring.

"This is serious, Stephen! You just probably killed Nykii, and here you are, acting as if it didn't matter!"

"Because he wants everyone to hate him so he can commit suicide without anyone caring. Or maybe he's hoping that someone will kill him. I know a few people who will do it without you having to make them hate you, you know," Erik said, looking at Stephen inquiringly. Damon stopped struggling with his brother to look at Erik incredulously.

"That's ridiculous. I can't hate my brother enough to kill him. No matter how hard I try," Damon said, then looked back at Stephen. "You should know that." Stephen wiped his mouth, his face carefully expressionless, and Damon sighed. Just as he was about to speak however, Demi burst into the bathroom, her face flushed and hair whipped back behind her. Erik yelped and jumped off his spot on the counter, his eyes huge in shock.

"Th-this is the boy's bathroom!" He cried, his eyes huge. Demi snorted and Damon raised an eyebrow, when Stephen stepped forward, his chest out. Demi stopped her playful manner and looked at him. Damon stepped slowly from behind his brother, looking at the tense air brimming between Stephen and Demi. It was interrupted by Demi slowly shaking her head.

"I pity you," she told him and walked out the door, past the startled Fang. Fang looked at the shocked three males, when Erik broke the silence.

"I can't believe she walked into the guy's bathroom to tell you she 'pitied you'. Who does that?" Erik wondered. Damon looked at him, and shook his head.

"Erik…are you really a pervert? You're reminding me a bit of a prude," Damon told him, and Erik glared back.

"No comment."

"She can't…she can't just leave me unharmed!" Stephen stuttered, and raced out of the door. Damon rolled his eyes and followed him, walking instead of using his superhuman speed. In truth, he was craving blood and not using his powers was going to hopefully save him some time.

"Stephen wait up," Damon said, knowing that even though his brother was at least 20 feet away from his and around two corners. Stephen ignored Damon's soft call and raced right in front of Demi and Fang, who were holding hands.

"You can't tell me that!" Stephen snapped. Demi took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"I understand Stephen. You wanted to make a point and my sister was the unfortunate person that you selfishly took the life of. And I get that you want me to kill you. But I'm not going to. Nykii's killer should suffer, and your pain is that you have to live, Stephen, and face the consequences of your actions." Her words sounded so eerily familiar to Emily's whens he spoke to Stephen of him changing into a vampire, he backed away horrified. He ran to the Teen Section, and started tossing books everywhere.

"What is my books name?" He shouted. Savannah jumped, startled, but kept her mouth tightly closed. Marci didn't so much as twitch as he rampage her throne of books. When she didn't respond, Stephen resorted to shaking her. "WHAT IS MY BOOK'S NAME?"

There was no sound when Damon came into the room to see his little brother shaking the love of his life. The was also no sound that came from him when he used his inhuman like strength to throw his brother against the bookcase of books. It fell back and against the window, making Stephen roll out as well. There was a sound, however, when Stephen hit the bottom with a very awkward landing, breaking, obviously, his neck and probably spine. Ty, Savannah, Clover, Demi, and Marci all winced at the sound. Damon helped her up and they went to the window, looking out and down at Damon's younger brother. He slowly got up to a sitting position, cracked his neck and what appeared to be his back, arm, and leg back into place without even wincing or looking up once, despite the painful eerie cracks, and left them, rushing away as fast as an injured vampire could.

"Idiot," Damon hissed, and Marci grabbed his collar on his long trench coat.

"Damon, please. I don't want you going out there. Stephen just went to loose some steam. He'll be back by morning, or afternoon. He did just loose Edward and Stephen isn't exactly in the greatest mental condition right now. You going out might just increase his instability," Marci explained quietly, leading his away from the group, and more importantly, the books.

"Alright…" Damon trailed off, uncertain. Savannah turned toward Ty to say something, but instead ended up being face to face with Gale. Her eyes widened and her mouth stayed open in an attractive 'O' shape. Gale smiled grimly, and took her arm, leading her out the door and to the small hallway that separated the Teen Section from the rest of the library.

"Gale-"

"Shut up, Savannah," Gale told her sharply, and shocked into silence, Savannah blinked. "I need to say something, and I'm not listening to any excuses you've made up. This…this Katniss person, who's in my story, I don't know her. I don't. You say I do, but I really don't know her. Only that you keep telling me I must love her, or else. But in the end I'm willing to bet she picks Peeta. Everyone picks Peeta, Savannah. But for some reason, you didn't. You knew me and Peeta from the book, and instead of choosing Peeta, you chose me. That…," Gale trailed off, grabbing Savannah's hand, "that alone, made me know right from the start that no matter who this Katniss person was, or how remarkable she was, she was nothing to me compared to how hard I was going to fall for you. And I did, just as I knew I would. I fell for you, Savannah, with your idiotic sense, your funny personality, and your sweetness. I fell for all of it. And-"

"Shut up, Gale," Savannah whispered, looking at him, tears in her eyes. Gale looked hurt. "It's my turn," she continued, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

"How much are you betting?" Asked Gazzy, turning to look at Ty expectantly. Ty looked down at him confused.

"Betting?"

"That they will be together again when they come back," explained Gazzy. "I would say ten bucks at least Gale has his arm over her shoulder."

"Twenty that her arms also wrapped around his waist," Ty shot back. Gazzy grinned devilishly.

"Oh, it's on," Gazzy pumped his fist in the air, making Ty laugh and Jasmine give them a look.

"Fo' shizzle," she said, and grinned, then turned to lay down on the nearest book case when Peeta walked over, falling into her step.

"Jasmine," Peeta began.

"Peeta," Jasmine replied, smirking at his annoyed expression.

"Don't interrupt. Listen, I just wanted to say…I'm going back in the book. My book."