Guys, i think my computer may have been broken or something and i'm forced to write on the if you find some mistakes, please inore them. And sorry for a short chapter.

Lost

"Connor, what do you mean?", Natalie asked, turning wildly to face him. He was still there, not quite looking at her. He seemed occupied again. This unnerved her.
As she watched, he walked down the steps towards her, his eyes unfocused. He stopped directly infront of her.
"I want you to drink my blood, querida", he murmured. He finally met her gaze. He looked back to himself...well, his serious self.
"No. I can't do that", Natalie replied quickly. "I'll find Art for this...you're not my donor. You're my friend".
"Isn't what friends do?", Connor asked testilly, his emerald eyes shinning. "Don't friends help each other?"
"I...", she was speechless. Then she shook her head. "No, Connor. It isn't like that. You have to understand. I can't make you my juice-box!"
Connor towered her now. "Natalie", he whispered. "You look sick. I don't want to see you like that...it reminds me of..." He trailed off, shuddering at some unpleasant memory.
HE grabbed her arm and towed her to her cabin. Natalie was ashamed to discover that she was more vampire in nature than Connor and yet he had more strenght to pull her along with him. More than that, it knocked her off guard for a moment.
Connor yanked the door open and wrenched her inside. He seemed ANGRY now. Natalie almost snorted. Yeah, she knew that both the Tempest Twins happened to be very, very stubborn. That was their speciality which enabled them to live in both the Pirate world and the Vampirate's too.
Natalie's room was exactly how they'd left it. Her stomach lurched sickeningly as her nausea hit her with full force. If Grace found them sharing she'd go ballistic.
Connor turned her to face him. His grip was tight.
"No", Natalie was stubborn too. Connor HAD to learn that sometimes his wishes couldn't come true."I am NOT accepting your blood. You CANNOT make me, Connor Tempest".
"EVen if your hunger kills you?", he demanded.
"I don't need your blood for MY survival"
"Oh, is that so? Natalie, you're barely holding yourself!"
Natalie pulled herself away from his grip. "Go ahead, be stubborn", Connor said bitterly, and eased back to the dressing table. He leaned on it, glaring at her.
"Connor, NO!"
Too late. The sharp edge of the little compact mirror cut into Connor's palm without him even knowing it. He felt the sharp pain, she could tell because he winced, and then held up his wounded hand to see what had happened.
Shock froze Natalie as a thick, red bead of crimson blood welled out of the gash. It's scent perfumed the whole room thickly; making her even more dizzy.
"Please", Natalie gasped. "Don't do this to me!"
Connor gazed at her fpr a moment. "You can't reject my BLOOD. I'd thought no one was like us-me and Grace-but when you came i got my hopes up...you never told me your story...is your father a vampirate like mine?" Natalie thought it was ironic to answer his questions when she could barely hold her breath. Why was Connor being so persuasive? What did she mean to him?
Nothing. Natalie knew she'd never get close to any boy. She hated the fact that they could easily cast spells on girls just like that.
The fat drop of blood rolled down from Connor's palm to his wrist.
It was then when her control broke away completely. Shattered like glass.

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Jez Stukeley moaned in his sleep. He was having a nightmare-even though by human standards he was supposed to be a nightmare himself. He woke up, and found himself sitting up, squinting at nothing.
Jez was already too confused and groggy when he heard someone knock at his door.
"Captain?"
Ordinarily, he'd be thrilled to hear that word. Jez had always dreamed that someone would, someday, address him by that simple word. Not now. Jez's last dinner was clawing it's way out of his stomach.
Nauseated, he still managed to call in his normal tone,
"What is it?"
A soft voice stammered slighting from the other end of the door.
"Captain, i beg forgiveness for waking you up but can i come in?"
Jez got up from his twisted sheets and straightened his shirt. Then sat at his desk.
"Alright", he finally said.
The ancient door creaked open and a small, woman-or rather, girl entered. Her features were pure chinese. Jez could relate her to Cheng-Li, who was once the Deputy of The Diablo.
"Well?"
"Um...Captain, They have returned. Uh...One of them is not doing so well...", the girl hesitated.
"They have?"
Jez knew what the girl was talking about. Kenyon and some of the others had gone on a small 'raid' to look for more willing Donors. Ever since Jez had set his foot on the deck of this ship, he'd been timely told of the never-ending need for new Donors.
"Show me the way,please", Jez said, getting to his feet.
"Yes, Captain", with that, the chinese girl flashed away. Jez had absolutely no problem to follow her speed. He could see her blurred figure.
Jez was wondering what had happened. Really, there was not much that could attack a vampire, except for another Vampire, Sidorio. Jez knew his crew was a strong one, perhaps stronger than Sidorio's( Jez's ex-captain) but again, Sidorio's crew feasted more on blood than his did. Up on the deck, Jez spotted a crowd gathering near the sails and rigging.
"Captain Stukeley's here", someone said and they automatically parted away,making room for him.
"What has happened?", Jez wanted to know.
"The crew of THE BLOOD CAPTAIN...they attacked us, Captain", came the reply.

OKAY, GUYS, I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU. WHO IS THE CHINESE GIRL? I KNOW YOU CAN'T GUESS!