Hey guys. Sorry for the long wait, but I started my first year in college and it has been busy for me. I was able to update this during my reading week, and willing to put a little something extra before Halloween night. So stay in touch for that. Sit back relax and enjoy this reading!!! Sorry for the formatting to be different than the other chapters because the fanfiction editing, is, pardon the language, fucking up. I get piss for whenever I save it, it screws everything up.

Summary, Rated, Warnings, Genres, Pairing and OC Profiles are in Chapter One if needed.

Disclaimer: StarlightAngel101, DOES NOT own Beyblade, and OCs that belong to any authors I mention along the chapters. StarlightAngel101 owns story plot, Jess (OC), and other OCs that belongs to me and mention along the chapters.

The Legend to Help You Read, is in the first 26 chapters. From now on then….the Chapter begins quickly!!!

Chapter Thirty-four: Haunted

"We fear for the worst…"

The club was loud as the party in the area had just started. It could have been a start for Brooklyn, but he waited for Jess to meet him, before entering.

He already fed from the group hunt, and has waited for almost ten minutes for Jess to arrive.

The people come and go in the private club. Some of them were vampires as others are humans. They are either in groups, in couples…but never alone.

He could understand at some point that it is acceptable for a young lady to be late for dates, events and any other meetings for reasons.

'I'll wait for a while…Give me just fifteen minutes…'

And so he waits for the time to tick up to fifteen minutes, for her to arrive and meet him.

Fear rose in Jess…

All along, Brooklyn didn't bring her here… It was Boris… She was a fool, but yet the handwriting, it looked exactly like Brooklyn's.

She felt paralyzed on the spot she stands. His eyes stare at her in glow-ness of his red eyes; the colour of a demon's soul. She is alone with him…

"Good evening, such a coincidence that I have come by and see you here alone," Boris said.

"There's nothing to say good about!" she yelled. "You've set me up! Why did you dare done that?!"

"Temper, fledgling…" Boris said. "Is that a way to respect your elder of the clan?"

She takes a step back shaking in the process. Boris could feel her fear; her blood is strong yet it can be spoiled by emotions.

"Not when you fooled me! Why?!"

"Just to talk."

He takes a few steps to face Jess.

"I've never got a chance to have a conversation with you about your life," he explained. Soon he reaches out his hand to touch her cheek; a cold chill went down her spine. "How are you?"

She just glares at Boris, and smacks his hand away from her cheeks, taking a step back.

"As you has always been when you arrived as a vampire. Feisty. But, forget about that how your mating relationship with Brooklyn is doing?"

"It's doing well thank you very much. Brooklyn is treating me with respect and dignity as a gentleman would treat a lady."

"It must be worth it for you, after he deflowered you when you have become one."

"He treated me even before I gave it up to him, unlike you! He gives me love, protection and loyalty-"

"Speaking of protection," Boris cuts in, "Why isn't he with you?"

"You know the answer!" she yelled. "You've tricked me thinking it was Brooklyn who sent me here! He was going in the group hunt, and he would meet me at the club for our date."

Suddenly, she pauses. A quick thought rushed to her like a cold wave. It falls into place… The group hunts… The letter… The isolation… In addition to all of this… She couldn't bear the thought. Jess takes a few steps back from Boris.

His eyes didn't glow because he had his blood to drink, but he is in need of blood. But it feels like he wants it, just as he lusts for her virginity.

"Y-you want me alone, so you c-can… You want me as a prey!"

"Prey is such a harsh word to say, don't you think?" Boris said, "It's true that my hunger is strong, but I come to ask you to give me your blood to satisfy it. So what do you say?"

Anger flushes Jess.

"No. Why don't you take it against my will like you did months ago?!"

There is a twitch under Boris's jaw. "I am sorry?"

"I don't give my blood freely to creeps like you who fool me!" answered Jess.

Anger went into confusion with a twinge of fear, as she sees Boris with a smug on his face. He darkly chuckles before stopping.

"It is such a shame for a refusal," he explained, "since the monster within me simply lusts over you... well your blood to be exact."

With quick speed, he is in front of Jess. His body intimidates her; paralyze her in her spot.

A quick small flash of light caught Boris as he sees two necklaces. The first one; the white and blue snowflake… He remembered that one when she first arrived at Blood Trillium. However, the other was new to him. It was a silver, heart-shaped locket. His hand reaches out to touch the cool metal, a stroke before pulling back.

"Such a terrible shame, that Brooklyn won't save you."

His hands taken Jess's face with forces, observing the fear in her face, her eyes show it the most. Lifting her head slightly up to the side to reveal her neck, he sniffs her scent knowing how irresistible it is. He longed for this moment to come.

"You are… mouth-watering."

Jess's mind went in flips. He is going to do it again; take her blood against her will, she needs to get out.

In a quick instinct, Jess kicks him in his shin, letting Boris to let her go and pull back. She stands there a moment to see his reaction. He stands normally, but his breathing is above normal. His fangs bared, and his eyes glowing red in hunger.

'Run!!!' her mind yelled at her.

Therefore, Jess ran for her life. Not knowing where she is running of to, she quickly went further into the forest as best as she can to hide, to run, and not becoming Boris's meal.

Boris looks to see Jess running off into the forest. He takes a whiff of the air, and could smell everything the forest has, earth, flowers, animal dung, and the only thing that does not belong in it is her scent.

'No matter what she does, I will get her.'

Thus in inhuman speed he went into the path Jess went and hurries to get her like cat and mouse.

Brooklyn hurries to Blood Trillium as fast as he could.

Over fifteen minutes, and worry rose in him about Jess's absence. She hasn't come to the club, which is strange when he gave the address to her of the place and a good decent time to meet him.

Even more bizarre is that when he tried to call her through his cell phone when she hasn't arrived, the services were unavailable. In other words, there was no signal on her side.

The instinct for Brooklyn to return to Blood Trillium indicates him that something must have happened to Jess, and he needs to find out.

Upon arrival of the building, he could see the vampires returning from their group hunt. However, nothing has stopped him before, so the first thing he went to is their room at the mating dormitory.

When he enters to the room, he takes a quick observation of the room. No sign of Jess. He hurries to the bathrooms of the dorm in case if she was there. Nothing. There wasn't any luck in the mating living room, as she too wasn't there.

So where is she?

It was a good thing she was a vampire, because she didn't know who long have she run in the forest. Her legs kicking up her speed to get as far away from Boris as she can. She can't look back to see if she was successful in getting out or not.

With some tips from Brooklyn's help she tried to fool Boris from her scent it was the only way that Boris can try to track her.

Every now and then she would gently rub herself on a tree to leave a small scent there. She would make quick turns and circles to fool him, and going on one direction, back and to another direction.

She didn't know how long it would be to know that he was tricked. Alternatively, if she is safe.

Crossing a small river, not caring of her feet and jeans soak from the cool water, she made it to the other side and stop at her tracks.

Looking at her surroundings, a problem fell into place. She doesn't know where she is even though she knows her goal in this game Boris made her go into for his pleasure. She couldn't even think for a minute before feeling as if he is getting near.

'Keep going!'

Her heart knows that she needs Brooklyn. She knows that Brooklyn would find her missing and try to look for her. Possibly if it can he can save her from this stupid chase.

Nevertheless, he isn't here, and she must keep going, but for how long?

Her feet pull her to run off again in a different direction of the forest. The does not seem to be any sign of Boris, and she can't even hear the noise of feet at a certain distance. Tempted to look back, she turns her head to see her trail. Nothing to see but the forest and darkness.

It is then when she is turning her head to face the front, she almost collided into a big tree. Her hands went to cover her face; palms up front, and crush her body against the rough bark. The bump cause Jess's palms to her shallow cuts from the bark and the pain stings her. She pulls back to see small scratches, and beads of ruby liquid escaping her wounds; her blood.

With nothing to wipe on, she rub her hands on the thigh of her jeans to clean it for now. She could see the stains of her blood on the jeans as she continues to wipe it a few times before stopping.

Looking at her palms now she could see her wounds all gone now. The healing complete, a small breath escape her lips in a sigh; relief that it doesn't need to be in caring.

Now she knows that she can't look back at all just keep going. Therefore, she begins to run off again, thinking she is still safe from Boris's hunger.

…Unfortunately…

The fledgling did it so well…

He has been trying to get to her trail to find her and feast on her blood. However, it has been a bit difficult. Boris must congratulate Brooklyn for a job well done to train her, but it is now not a good time.

His hunger begins to rise as he speaks in mind. He gotten fooled a few times on the tricks she has done to get farther away from him. That's how much her scent is controlling him. It came to a point that he must look everywhere the scent goes.

His nose inhales the air once more to smell the scent, after crossing a small creek river. He still could smell the forest's scent and…

He pauses; something about her scent seems to be stronger than before. Is she near by? Did she stop to catch a breath?

His inhuman speed went as fast as he can track the strong fragrance of her. He went to cover a great distance to stop in front of a tree. He takes a quick sniff, and notices it is very great. His pale hand touches the bark of the tree, and felt something wet. Pulling his hand away he looks at his palms and it brought him to a smile to reveal his teeth and fangs at the same time.

'Perfect.'

It was something he needed. A few smears of blood on his palms and he knows it from her. A small cut seems to be as harmless as it looks, but for a vampire it is an ally to track a target faster.

Knowing is everything. With evidence of a strong patch of scent with him, there is no way he can get her to hide anymore. No more fooling around, it was now time for the prey to be hunted!

Brooklyn returns to their room, confusion, and worry spread in his body of the whereabouts of Jess. Sniffing the air around the room, her scent seems faint with mixes of scented shampoo and body wash.

He tries to imagine Jess; retracing the steps she takes before being gone. His fingers touch the rim of the basket that hold their clothes for wash, and then to the table where she must have need something from the desk. Lastly he looks at the bed, walking forward to it he hear a small crumple noise under his feet.

Looking down is a piece of paper. Picking it up, he thought of putting it in the trash, and was about to do so when something caught his eye. Black ink written 'Jessica'.

He flips the paper around to see words and sentences on why it is written for Jess. He reads, as his eye grow from concern to confusion and then to shock. The calligraphy is his, yet did not write to Jess of a change of places!

"What?!"

He was there, and now he was gone out of the room. The paper floated gently down to the ground, crumpled by eagerness of Brooklyn finding Jess.

She needed to hide from Boris; she could not keep running forever.

Jess keeping at a confusing pace to get Boris out of her path, has ended up seeing herself in an abandon graveyard. She could tell that it has been abandon for so long due to the uncut grass covering half of the tombstones. Some of them even have cracks going down the middle.

There too was several family tomb homes, from what she could tell that has vines attach to these walls. In addition, a few iron bar gates that sealed some of the tombs were rusted and the chains seem to be breakable.

However, it was a risk that Jess cannot take. The noise can bring Boris's attention to her whereabouts which can lead to something that causes Jess's body to shiver the chill of her own thoughts.

Luckily for her, only a few have the iron gates open, even thought it leads to have limited options for her to hide in, but it a risk she'll take.

Going to the first nearest tomb house, she pauses before going in it. Maybe she can fool Boris, she thought, on where she is and can be confused to which one she is at. This can buy her and Brooklyn time. Her mind kept pondering that Brooklyn would know of her absence and must find her in any way. She just hopes for the best that he would find her before sun rise.

Hurrying to rub her hands and her arms on the iron bars of the gates, she quickly went to the third tomb house, and hid herself in. Darkness engulfs her, with only a tomb covered in dry leaves and some bugs kept her company.

Jess slid down to the back corner, avoiding the small light from the gates and behind the tomb itself. She gently breaths air to relax herself thought it will not help her this time. A thought hit her, she didn't even think of till now, she could have called Brooklyn of her location to help her, and in need to tell him everything!

Opening her bag quickly she search for her cell-phone by her hand, straining her ears to hear any feet, smell something foul this way comes.

Finding her cell-phone she quickly dials Brooklyn's number and press the talk button. She quickly places it on her ear.

…Silence at first…

"Sorry, you are out of signal range."

"What?!" Jess said quietly. She looks at the screen. On the corner of the screen, there are no bars… even a signal…not good.

She closes her cell phone as she thinks.

Have Boris made sure no contact comes into place between her and Brooklyn?

Thud. Thud.

Her eyes widen, hearing the foot-steps. It was Boris.

Thud. Thud.

She backs herself to the tombs behind to keep anything from sight of the door.

Thud. Thud.

Jess could sense how much her heart would be beating at this moment. She could feel the fear inside her, getting prepared for the worst.

Thud. Thud.

He is getting closer.

Thud. Thud.

Then, he halts.

Boris smells her scent after he enters into the graveyard. Her scent was everywhere when it comes to the tombs, thinking she must have hid in any of the four open, and without the rusty chains.

He went to the first two and could find nothing from her scent, and thus lead him to tomb home number three.

He could smell the strong scent going on. Could it be that the fledgling is there? Boris pauses as he was close to the gates. His nose flares in the smell of rust, and her scent, along with blood.

She could be there, he thought. It would have been a delighted that she is there because she won't escape from him this time. The tomb would be her dead end.

He was about to take a step in, when he pauses. He looks at the last one from the northwest. She could be there too and can escape as he enters in. He growls as his fangs bare; he is still hungry and he hasn't satisfied it by one drop.

Staring at the grave, he takes a few steps back before going to the last one.

Jess could hear the footsteps closer, and yet a minute later, it began to faint from her ears. Bewilderment came to her, why didn't he go in.

Slowly getting out of her hiding place, she pauses in a mental battle whether or not she should go and peek. She could get caught, and who knows what Boris would do to her, the nightmares coming to life in her mind. Jess touches her neck; remembering his fangs piercing her flesh and it stings her in pain.

Her body seems to make a decision, and before she knew it, her head came out of the gates door with no noise to touch the rust of it. Jess's head turn to where the fourth tomb home lay, and there seems to be nobody there; the gates haven't been open at all, strange.

Thinking that Boris is gone, she came out of her hiding place. She looks around to see her surroundings. Taking a quick sniff, she could not smell his scent anymore. Is he gone? Did he give up just like that?

Hope begins to bring Jess to feel safe now.

She went around the tomb to the back, to make sure. Everything seems to be fine, but when she looks down for a second, a shadow seems to be on her. Fear panic through her as she is about to run, something came down swiftly and grab her by her waist. She was about to scream when a hand covered her mouth in silence.

She knew it was him, and he crush her back against his chest. His hand that holds her mouth tilts her head for better access on her neck. He is starving, thought Jess with her mind racing. She could feel his breath mingle against her skin. She needs to get out, but how? All she can do now is struggle.

"There is no chance for you to struggle…" he said, as his fangs lengthen and coming closer to her neck. "This will be all over in a few minutes."

It was then that instinct control Jess. With both of her hands, in which they weren't hold down by his bind, manage to pull the hand covering her mouth just a bit, before her fangs bit his flesh.

Pain erupts to Boris as he suddenly let goes and looks. There are puncture wounds, but they begin to heal quickly for his age. His eyes blare in rage at the fledgling, and he knows that now desperate time comes in desperate measures.

Jess shock at what she did, fallen back down to the ground. Another instinct comes to her and this time she scream as loud as she could, for someone to hear her.

Yet half-way, Boris quickly near Jess, shuts her mouth by covering it. Again, Jess struggles with her two hands, compared to the strength of his one arm. This time however, Boris unoccupied hand went into one of his pockets and finding what he needed pulls out a vial of some purple fluid inside.

Pulling out the cork from the vial, he brings it close to Jess's face, getting her to smell the odor of this small mixture.

As the vial came closer to Jess, fear raises her and she could smell it through her nose. It was an awful scent at first, trying to get away from it. Some of the liquid fell onto the ground.

'Why is he doing this?' she thought, but then something is trying to pull her into darkness. Whatever it is, she is falling under it so quickly.

Her raging struggles begin to slowly stop, as her eyes felt heavy for her to lift it.

Boris lets go of her mouth, as he sees the effects working on her. Soon, she lay there unconscious and still. The vial never let him down, especially for tough hunting times like this. The best part about this is that not only the vial causes the person to fall deep into unconscious, but as well to forget the memories that has happened a while ago. Meaning the fledgling won't be able to remember of this encountering or the chase.

He laugh darkly as he lifts her bridal style. He could feel the dawn rising soon, there is not time to waste…

He hurries as fast as he could, feeling haunted on what would happened to Jess if he came too late.

It has taken Brooklyn a while to find her scent, but it came very faint, so he had to sniff it carefully before he could pull himself off course.

His feet pick up inhuman speed, as he went from one street to the next.

He should be arriving at the address that Jess went to in the letter.

But then, a burning pain came out of nowhere in his chest, as he stops grunting on the pain. Finding what is hurting him; he takes a look at his chest and notices the mating mark. Is this causing him the burning a while age?

Suddenly, his eyes widen and he hurries not caring if the burning gets worse. Jess is really in danger, and the mark said so from this pain.

'I am coming for you, Jess! Please be okay!' he begged his thoughts.

As he gets near to the location, her scent became strong than the halfway point…

It was cold, dark, wet. It hasn't been used for a long time; once a ritual hideaway that did small sacrificing, but deserted and gone. The only thing that remains is the stone table, with fading carved figures. This specific location was found in one of the tomb homes, within a secret floor panel.

A perfect spot for her sacrifice to him would be.

Footsteps echo from the emptiness of this cave like hiding place. As this would be perfect for her to be left alone, to feel fear and confusion on what had happened to her.

As he was near the table, Boris laid Jess on it with her back against it. He looks at the unconscious fledgling; his tongue licked his lips as his fangs appear.

"Such a terrible shame for you dear, that Brooklyn did not save you from this," he said, as his hand brush a few strands of her hair.

"But you may never know that I found a way to crack that unbreakable bond of mating between you and Brooklyn."

His eyes glow deeply in red, her scent is calling him; the blood that needs to feed the monster within. However, this feeding would be a satisfaction to his lusting for her.

"As long as Brooklyn is near by you, no one can dare lay a finger on you, as you are his most precious treasure of all. In addition, knowing this means that when you are alone and he's at a distance no one can help you."

He leans in to her ears, and though he knew she would never hear his words continue.

"I know, that you told him about what happened between you and me. I could tell from his reasoning to mate with you. For love… Ha! He now knows how much I have lusted for you blood, but more in particular your innocence. As my heir, he has a right to get to the bottom of this, and can accuse me of harming you and this can lead to punishment…

"Too bad for him… is that he's be in a mess if he ever dare to accuse an elder."

He sniffs the scent around him. The cave's dampness and desertedness, but most of all it is her scent that stands out. He looks at her neck, feeling tempted to bit her now and drink her dry the honey blood in her veins.

"Lets just say, exile would be his punishment, whether he's my heir or not. In other words I can get away from any actions that irk him, especially you."

Deeper into the woods, Brooklyn smell Jess's blood. Unfortunately, whatever happened, Jess tried to get rid of something or someone by messing the path and confusing them with her scent, rubbing against trees and touching leaves from bushes.

Moreover, he was in that situation.

It took a while before Brooklyn could distinctively know the right trail to follow.

Passing trees, and bushes, Brooklyn could sense the dawn coming. Thus the day will soon come for humans, and for vampires to rest or hide from the sunlight.

After a while from crossing a small, shallow river, he continues on to finding to where Jess could be before too the sun would rise.

However while touching a bark on one of the trees, he felt something cold slightly damped. Pulling to look at it, it was blood, but worse it was Jess's blood.

Something must have happened to Jess while been chased, he thought. Whatever did happened, he hoped it is not too late. So he hurries his pace, going deeper into the forest until he sees the stones of the cemetery.

"But it is indeed a shame that he didn't get exiled…because I know that he knows of the consequences for any accusations on an elder. As well, because then I would have then claim you as mine, once he was gone.

"So then…" Boris said, as his hand begin to caress her. "I would have my lust all over you and take you under my power."

His hand traces her neck, sliding them down to her chest, her stomach, and down her thighs, feeling every curve and movement under her body.

"Brooklyn would smell my scent from you, but he will never break it out of silence. Meaning…"

He then pulls his hand to grab one of her hands and brought it to his lips.

"I can do this!"

Brooklyn passes the many tomb stones and statues of the abandon cemetery, looking for anything that Jess was here.

Picking up her scent, he went into some of the few tomb-homes in the area.

At first there seem to be no sign of her, until when he went into the third tomb-house. As he look around, he notices a handbag. But this was no ordinary handbag, it was Jess's.

She must be near-by, Brooklyn thought.

Therefore, he takes a quick sniff on the bag, and then quickly sniff his surroundings. Catching another small trail of her scent, he hurries outside, and follows it from behind the tomb-house.

Soon, Brooklyn caught another scent mixed with her scent. It was very faint, but it smells odd to him. However, it doesn't matter; he needs to find Jess, hoping it is not too late to find her.

His fangs sank deep into her wrist, without any pain to cause Jess to awaken from her unconscious.

Blood came out of the new wound, and was being drink away from Boris. No matter what, her blood would forever taste like the finest honey. He took it greedily, savoring the taste, and satisfying the hunger within him.

Like a drug addict and heroin.

As he felt the monster replenish from the blood, and Boris himself from satisfying his lust, pulls away from her hand and drops it down, so her arm is left dangling over the edge of the stone table.

He soon felt two presences. The dawn soon to break, and noises of feet running on the grass.

Boris knows that it was Brooklyn coming to the rescue, but unfortunately he is too late for that.

"It is such a terrible thing for you that your love did not save you. But at least he'll company you when daylight comes…"

Within those words said, Boris vanishes into thin air. Leaving Jess alone in a dark, cold cavern, with her wrist bleeding from a sacrifice that is against her will.

Only a few minutes that when she was left there, footsteps echo in the caverns. But it stops as something fell down to the ground making a thud sound.

"Jess!!"

Brooklyn seeing Jess lying on the tomb table he ran to her in shock and fear that she could be dead.

As he got near her, he picks her up bridal-style, and brought her down to the floor, as he kneels down.

He couldn't tell whether she is dead or alive by the feeling of her skin, so he gently tap her cheeks, hoping that it could wake her up.

"Jess, please wake up."

A while past while he tried to wake her up. When he thought she was dead, a soft sound escapes her lips, as she struggles and stirs from the unconsciousness.

Her eyes open for just a moment, but then close back down quickly fading into the darkness once more.

Happy, that she was alright, but he was still scare for her. What have happened to her?

But then he caught the scent of her blood. He could smell the odor of it; it was strong. Quickly, he went to check for any bleeding, more in particular her neck and wrists. At first, he checks on the neck, to find out there is no signs of harm or blood on it, but as he pull back, he notices a small pool of blood and a speckles of trail from the stone table he picked her up.

Now looking at the right wrist, he mouth was caught in a gasp as he sees the damage to her wrist. Two puncture wounds, terribly deep and with two small ribbons of the crimson liquid seeping out of the wound.

A vampire… However, Brooklyn soon catches a scent, very familiar to him, so when he bend down to sniff it, his eyes show rage as he bare his fangs.

'The bastard,' he thought. It was Boris.

He soon catches his smell on Jess's body. He has touched her as well!

Brooklyn hold Jess tight, as anger fill him. Boris must pay for this! Even angrier, is that if he even dare oppose Boris in doing harm to her, Boris can banish him into exile. He was stuck. It is devastating that Boris now knows how to get Jess even with the mating mark to protect her.

Brooklyn felt he fail to protect, her. But now he has to take Jess back to Blood Trillium now for care at the small hospitalization area.

Picking her up and getting up on his feet, he hurries out of the dark place, to return to Blood Trillium, but stops.

Along one side of the rocky walls is a golden light. The sun is up. This is not good.

Returning into the darkness, where he found Jess, he gently lay her down on the cold floor as he knelt down beside her.

He knows that with the blood loss, Jess would not have any energy to wake herself up, so he must get her the energy to do so.

Brooklyn pierce his bottom lip with his fangs, his own blood seeping out the new wound, and slightly opening Jess's mouth, he leans in to press his lips on her, letting his blood go in her body.

Moments past, and while giving his blood, Jess unconsciously swallows the unknown liquid going in her mouth. Some of the blood energizes her, and with her moaning and stirring, Brooklyn pulls his lips back from hers.

Jess's eyes begin to open, and a glow of emphasis in her eyes is shown. A few times she blinks looking at the person above her.

She felt dizzy, sick, weak and her vision is blurry of her surroundings. Everything is dark, but a fuzzy image of someone with wild orange-red hair, and pale skin. She couldn't tell of the eyes, but she could have sworn it is Brooklyn.

"Brooklyn?"

She stretches her hand out towards him. The vision gets clearer, and by the time her fingertips touch his cool skin, her vision went back to normal, and she could see his ocean-colored eyes.

It wasn't a dream… He was here.

Tears escape her eyes, as she crush herself against Brooklyn, and he in return the hug, though he felt very sad of everything when he arrived.

She feels frighten because she isn't aware of what happened to her, besides that she was getting prepared for her date with Brooklyn.

"Brooklyn… I don't know what happened to me…I can't remember wha-" she pauses as she sees red on her wrist. Pulling back, she takes a look she notices the wound, and she cried out closing her eyes, and Brooklyn kept hold of her.

He takes a look at the injury, and notices it was not as bad when he saw it. Which is good, because he didn't wanted Jess to see it a while ago.

"Brooklyn, do you know who did this?" she asked. "Please, tell me you do!"

Brooklyn is saddened about this.

"No," he lied. "I came too late and found you here. There was nothing to pick up to know who did this to you…"

He can't bear to lie to her, but it is for the best, because he didn't want her to get frighten at the fact that Boris did it, and her fear would give him satisfaction for a job well done.

"I can't remember…" she said. She leans on Brooklyn for support.

"Jess, my love…" he said, before continuing, "I am sorry for this. I haven't come to protect you when you have been in danger…Please, can you forgive me?"

"Brooklyn… You know I will forgive you. So yes…"

"Thank you," he answered, "But now I must help you the best I can."

"How come, we can return to Blood Trillium…"

"We can't at the moment. It's daylight. We have no choice but to stay here till sun sets. Give me your wrist, I'll heal it."

Jess give her hand to Brooklyn, as he takes it and cover his mouth on her wrist. Licking the blood and the wound, he gathers his saliva and let it go on the wound. A while later, he pulls back, wiping his mouth from the leftover blood and the puncture wounds no longer there.

"Jess, now I want to you feed on my blood. Enough to sustain you for the day, till we return. The blood loss almost made you exhausted, but this will help. Do you understand?"

She nods, as Brooklyn undo his jacket, and covers her with it, draping the jacket on her shoulders. He pulls her into a hug, and kisses her on her forehead. Allowing her access to his neck, Jess leans in for her lips to kiss lightly on the skin, before piercing her fangs in and drinking a bit of his blood.

Pain wash into pleasure for Brooklyn, but there isn't anything to feel the exotic feeling of vampire love, when your love got hunted by a monster.

Therefore, with the fear that it is just the beginning, both Brooklyn and Jessica rest in the dark cave, till the sun sets and night has come for them to return…

…This is the tale of two vampires who are in love with one other…

…A vampire and a human fall in love. Vampire changes human into the creature of the night. And they overcome the traditions for their love to be standing as powerful, though darkness and lust is there and waiting…

…this is a tale of Brooklyn and Jess's bloody memories.

It is all over!!! The ending to this great, and I say long tale. But I say it's contradicting since it is not over!!! I will update the Epilogue before Halloween as my little trick or treat to all fans!!!

Don't forget to review!!!

Sincerely StarlightAngel101

PS – I am not done with this site yet, I'll be planning some new stories before my leave!!! And hoping to have some of these stories come into the world of life, after arranging characters and plot changes. LOL