It's been awhile hasn't it?... yeah... School started and life came knocking at my door, but I finally finished this chapter. You guys have no idea how hard this chapter was to write for me; after a writing gazillion application essays and running out of my creative juice, writing this chapter was like mining for diamonds in a backyard...

Still, hope you enjoy. The beginning starts out with Evan's point of view and then part two is back to Kallin's.

Evan's Point of View

Kallin's body shook violently in shock; her eyes wandered aimlessly and subconsciously; and the blood gargled and oozed from her wounds. My heart quaked at the site.
I should have watched her... I knew something was wrong the minute I had woken up...

I was infuriated with this woman who shared my same blood….

"How are mum and daddy? You aren't ready to join them yet, uncle, are you?" she barked taunting at Uncle Nero who'd immediately stopped me from ripping the heart right out of her.
"Take her, quickly!" my uncle struggled to keep a grasp of Celeste who was now demonically screaming and trying to claw herself away from his manhandling arms.
With hated eyes I meet hers; her hair wildly fell over her face as she sneered at me and almost snickered. Those eyes still held the same deep iniquity I, too late, figured out when I was just a child. That deep hatred for her family was still instilled in her heart. She hadn't changed at all; in fact, she'd grown to be so much worse- a monster who dwelled too much in her past and evils.

I tore my gaze away from hers; I'd damned her long ago; if it wasn't the Council and the laws of the pureblood she wouldn't be here.

"Go!" Uncle Nero's eyes grew wide at my hesitance; but this hesitance wasn't from my thoughts. Just as I'd started to leave, he pierced his hand deep into her chest, causing Celeste to catch her screams in her throat. She suddenly went cold and stark white at the face, bewildered at the agonizing pain she was felling creeping over her body.

"…U-"

Blood sprayed out of her chest, as he crushed her bone and grappled at her heart.

"Leave I said!" he bellowed and I quickly averted my eyes from the bloody horror.

I grunted, swallowing the tight wad in my throat hastily picking up Kallin's limp body. I hadn't walked two feet before finding Arthur, his face dark. I knew he'd just witnessed all of this and still choose to say nothing about the matter than just think of Kallin "... she...-" his eyes darted from the scene behind to the blood soaking and dripping from Kallin's clothes
"a seal... the seal " I spat disoriented from everything that was going on as I laid her down
"you don't want to turn her into one instead" his voice was sinking every time he knelt closer to us- watching me fumble to move away Kallin's locks away from the bloody mess on her neck.
Arthur was referring to how she was already starting to die- the first stage of the transformation- but I could never allow that.

The irony, I could force her into this lifestyle and yet I was afraid of forcing her to live forever with me.
"I can't..." my fists tightened. I was still fighting with myself and this guilt hadn't completely faded either; if anything, it had just completely devoured me..
"... the seal will hurt you and her... and-"
"-turning her into one would hurt her even greater, no?" I finally found the two bite marks under all the red.
Wary, Arthur watched as I brought my wrist to my mouth.
"What do suppose would happen... she isn't entirely human you know..."
I felt the deep pain in my gums at two teeth slowly grew down, irritating my guns.
"I just..." I didn't care at the moment; I was only transfixed on the thought of keeping her alive and mostly the human she was. That's what I'd fallen in love with.
The girl quivered subconsciously, letting out a deep throated and agonizing groan, at the touch of Arthur's hands trying to wipe away the blood.
I knew he couldn't take it; the whole time my friend drew the seal with her blood on her neck; Kallin's cold and deathly feel made him grim.
I bit hard on my wrist, puncturing two holes from which the red goo instantly started to seep out from.

It would be worse than death; I'd want her- no, her blood- even more because now it was mine and only mine. She'd be blood supply and if I'd ever be denied of access, I'd enter an oblivion of madness, I'm sure. That's why it's something forbidden amongst us, it could draw even the purest and tamest of us to turn barbarian. But there were advantages in this curse, it was would save her, keep her life stronger as long it was bonded with mine.

Though, would Kallin ever understand afterward? Would she forgive me for causing her so much pain?
"-Evan..." Arthur suddenly grabbed my hand just before I was about to smear my own over the holes on Kallin's neck and the bloody marks he'd draw an intricate design
"…what…"
His blue eyes were filled with genuine worry for not just her but the both of us.

"She loves you…"

I took a heavy breath letting the sight of her mad state burn my memories.

What was he trying to say? "I -I...know"

Aggressively, I tore my arm away and pressed my blood with her-Infusing mine with hers through the seal.
She screamed, clawing at her neck even when her eyes were, now, glued shut.
Arthur held her arms in place; letting the blood sink into her wound.

I knew Kallin did but she'd never forgive me for any of this. I've ruined that pretty innocence.

Kallin's Point of View

"How did she-?"
"I don't know..." there was a deep rooted sound of worry in the voice "... the key was in my room... it has been-"
"-someone had been coming up to see her?" the voice finally whispered harshly
I didn't hear an answer and when I didn't I realized I wasn't just dreaming. In the hazy fog that blanketed my vision, my eyes still roamed around for an explanation.
"...what did you do with her"
Evan ...?
The voice didn't answer Evan straight away "…it wont be long before The Society figures out-"
Then, suddenly, I felt a hot and unbearable sensation throbbing on my neck; my hand instantly shot up to the spot which pricked even more against the touch.
There was an involuntary moan that escaped my lips suddenly catching what appeared to be Evan's and Mr. Adams' attention who were the ones chatting near the window of this room.
"Kallin..."
my eyes grew wide with trepidation, shock, and a wallowing sadness.
"Kallin!" there stood my mother and father near the door with Arthur next to them. She'd been crying; her red puffy face had been buried into father's chest before pulling up to see me.
But nothing else worried me more than the sight of Evan, a... vampire trying to come near me and console me?
I started crying with fear covering my head; he was like her-a monstrous being who feed on humans and their blood, and Mr. Adams probably wasn't better, in fact this whole god damn manor was probably filled with vampires.
"Go away!" I cried closing my eyes shut and covering myself in this blanket
He stopped, suddenly stricken by my words "Kallin...?" it soft but deceiving.

I've been lied to throughout my entire life. I can't feel those roots that that woman told me of, and is that wrong? No… I don't want to be a vampire; or even a descendant of one. Neither do I want to be married to one.

"Please!" my cry ended up croaking out my throat like a plead.

"Let her rest…" I heard Mr. Adams whisper low.

"No... But Kallin..." my mother was still crying, hiccuping after every word "…dear…"

"Nero is right, honey"

I didn't' care for any of them; how could my mother be so pathetic; she knew and never chose to tell me anything.

I heard her sniffle in her words when my father stopped her and shuffled her out of the room with the uncle besides him. But he was still here.

"Kal-"

I covered my head tighter, shutting my eyes to a point where I was seeing colors underneath my lids while I nodded a no. I didn't want to speak to him—I couldn't get myself to.

I felt Evan's hesitation and for moment I felt a hand graze over my blanketed shoulder but it was gone as fast as I'd fretfully twitched and shrugged at the feeling. He was gone.

I'd unexplainably screamed and cried silently into my pillow but the realization that I couldn't even let out a sound made me cry harder. Like the innocent fawn I was, I'd trapped my foot in chain and now the hunter was dragging me to the butcher. I was feeble, caged, and consumed in anguish and hatred.