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A/N: Thank you to Ophelia Weasley, Charhamblin, Constance Bleu, nicolias, WWEchica, murgatroid-98, Fairy Skull, mannie, and Poplar-kat for reviewing.

Count-Down

I was laying on a bed now, my breathing soft and something moving above me. Cool… soft but firm at the same time… Eric. My eyes opened slowly and I turned my gaze to stare at the vampire staring down at me. His mouth open and fangs extended. He leaned down and placed his mouth to my neck, I recognized what was going to happen and my eyes shut tightly before the pain blossomed from my neck. It burned but soon that burning was moving down and resting on my lower abdomen then between my legs.

He separated from me and stared down, blood running down his lips and eyes holding a wide gaze as he was studying me now. His fingers came down onto my breasts, calloused fingers brushed them making me inhale sharply and gasp. He spoke again in Swedish and I understood him now.

"Why do you bring me such gifts sub?" I almost twitched and then opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by a female voice and watched arms come up and move around his neck. Eric's eyes turned to the side as the face of my other self appeared. Nuzzling his neck before her mouth opened and her fangs dug into his neck. He let out a loud hiss as he reached his hand behind her and dug it into her backside's left cheek.

Still hovering above me I looked to see my hands pinned above my head held by wires. I looked back ahead as she continued to drink before tearing into the skin. Smiling as the Viking snarled, I could feel warmth of his blood down on my body, alive, loving, caressing my skin before he was thrown away from the bed.

My eyes followed his form and saw it lay limp. Chest rising and falling though as he was unconscious, clearly human in my dream once again. I immediately looked back at the other me as she was sitting beside me on the bed of fur pelts I laid upon, staring at her nails for a few moments before she let her eyes move back to me and a smile came to her lips as she leaned forward and held my chin. Her mouth came down towards it and I immediately spat in her mouth.

I was punished with a backhand. My cheek hurt for a few moments before I slowly shut my eyes and exhaled before inhaling again and shivering. She watched me now before slowly moving up to crawl towards me. Blood moving down her chin and dripping off from her breasts and straddling me so the blood continued downward. The eroticism of the situation not coming to my mind.

I had a different focus. Staring at her I watched her lean forward and rest her hands beside my head hovering above my face before she smiled now.

"You're a very uncooperative girl Kylie." I simply grimaced as blood was dripping from her onto my form, covering it with more and slowly her tongue came down to my stomach. The wet muscle followed the blood up to my breasts and I felt my form flush as I squirmed and then snarled for her to knock it off.

"But you need it." Her eyes drifted up to me, I saw no spark of lust, her black hair laid down and brushed to my skin, her hands came down underneath my arms and her warm hands, soft and pleasant caressed my sides. "You need the energy from it."

"I don't need shit!" I snapped, "Now Get The Fuck Off Me!" She simply stared, red eyes lidded before she moved so she hovered over my face.

"It's in your instinct. It's in every animal's instinct Kylie." I felt my mind trying to block her out as her hands moved down to my hips pulling lightly at them, "Even the undead still find satisfaction in fucking… we're just insatiable… always in search for a limit. But for us… there is none." She leaned away from me and let her finger follow the line of my stomach before she sat on the edge of the bed and smiled lifting her finger from above my own brown curls. She held her finger up and sucked the blood from it before chuckling, "We're classified as many things you know?" I was ultimately focused…

She ran her fingers through her hair and I took notice at the slight claws she had. Staring at them she continued softly, "We take in things around us differently. We touch someone and we'll know what he or she like, we know what to appear as to them. We lose control of our emotions and we'll send them into someone… we're not psychic, but by nature we've been known to hold such qualities…" She had a pensive look. "We're kind of funny." She smiled and shut her eyes letting out a soft sound of thought.

Opening her mouth she yawned, her fangs were noticeable to me immediately. "We learn our targets… they like certain appearances." She tapped her chin, "We hold the knowledge in our minds as instinct, and as long as we hold interest in it there's nothing to say we can't hold a psychic ability or fly… we're interesting we hold all sorts of categories to what we are. Demons, Faeries, Spirits, Curses. But we ourselves don't particularly think like that… we're very like animals, when we're mad, when we're happy." A giggle exited her showing off her fangs. "We're even equipped."

I didn't like this… I squirmed lightly, glaring at her and making an uncomfortable sound only to be stared at for a few moments. In the thought of it she leaned forward resting an arm over and on the other side of my stomach. We stared as she hovered over my face again before she murmured very simply, "Do you know what we are?

"No. You idiot." I felt it leave my mouth and her eyes narrow and her lips pull into a grin, "Why the hell do you think I get pissed off in these dreams? Stop speaking vaguely and tell me what we Are!" I was getting rather angry quickly, she simply continued to stare at me before worrying a hand up her face and then peeking at me with one of those red eyes down at me between her fingers. Grasping my chin she leaned my head forward and planted her lips on my forehead.

"Next time maybe you'll find out."

My eyes snapped open and I sat up slowly to see I was in my room back at Eric's house. I immediately looked at my alarm clock that was saying it was going on 7 P.M. Staring at it I slowly looked around the room and got up to see I had been changed only into a pair of boxers that were a bit to big for me and a t-shirt. I smelt Hanska's comforting scent on them and got to my feet only to collapse from my knees giving out.

Staring at the floor I felt a bit of concern well through me before I got to my feet and trudged forward. My legs were stiff and took me a few moments to teach myself how to walk again before I was at the door. Apollo running to my legs before I stepped outside and rubbing against my legs mewing loudly.

Staring at him I exited the room and shut the door before he could exit and began to look around. My feet starting to carry me before I reached up and felt my neck, immediately jerking my hand away as a stinging sensation ran through me. Bastard drank from me while I was asleep. I heard a clearing throat and glared slowly to the side at Mr. Imeal as he watched me with an unimpressed look.

Have you ever read J.D. Robb's 'In Death' series, with the detective called 'Dallas' and her rich boyfriend 'Roarch?' Or something. Well I sort of felt like Dallas did with Roarch's butler…

I'd be perfectly happy shoving my foot up his ass and yanking it out only to watch him fly (fall) down the stairs. Turning to him I saw he had clothing of some sorts in his hands before he held them up and murmured, "Mr. Northman would like you to shower and dress then meet himself and Mr. Hanska down stairs in thirty minutes." He held the clothes out to me as I lumbered towards him in my half awake, bad mood daze before I snatched them and he continued, "And please… try and at least Look pleasant."

Slowly I stilled and glared at him, our eyes made contact and I felt my anger surging upward with my frustration before I fought back remembering what Hanska said about 'projecting' before I had passed out once we had got back to Eric's earlier this morning after the vampire retired.

"If you get too angry, or you're unable to keep calm, don't look anyone in the eye or focus in on them. The results could turn out horrible."

"How? Naturally I had been curious.

"If you over load them you could damage them. And a vampire's glamour can only go so far…" I wouldn't mind doing that to Mr. Fancy Pants. Turning I moved towards the bedroom and back in. The cats both gathered at my feet and began to mew, I forced myself to ignore them going into the bathroom. Throwing the clothing onto the toilet seat I stripped in what clothing I was in and moved into the shower. For a few moments all I did was stand there as the water began to turn from cold to hot after I switched it on. My breathing heavy before I tilted my head back and let it crash against my face.

My bad mood came forward again. I was getting pissed off at not knowing what the fuck I was and what I could do. Hanska knew, the damn bitch in my head knew, it seemed the only ones who didn't know were Eric and myself. And I was NOT happy about being in the same boat as my blood-sucking master of the house or what ever the fuck he was. I reached for the shampoo to the side and began to work it into my hair after dumping it out onto my hand. My breathing becoming soft and glaring at the ground as I let water start to go through my hair after it was all sudsy and letting it fall out onto the porcelain floor.

I wanted to scream almost… there was a light knock on the door and then it opened. The lights were on dim and I looked to the side before hearing it shut quietly. I chose to ignore it glaring back ahead. Grasping the conditioner I shut my eyes and started to force it through my hair, my fingers rough and hard against my scalp before I paused and leaned back peeking out of the curtain. I didn't let out a shout, I merely wondered why the hell Eric sat there leaning against the door.

"Imeal said you were weak from my feeding." I blinked as his voice remained soft but loud as ever over the water making me slowly look at the curtain before washing the conditioner out of my hair and grasping the soap swiftly scrubbed it over myself trying to almost wash away the picture of blood from my dream that moved through my head.

I soon washed it away from my form feeling that clean sensation and shut the water off. I grabbed hold of the towel outside the curtain and yanked it in. Ruffling it through my hair I soon pulled it around my chest and mumbled a confirmation or something along those lines.

The curtain was ripped back and I looked up at him before his hands came up and picked me up under my arms and set me down. I didn't remember asking for help but I thanked him anyways and moved past him grabbing the clothes and heading for the door.

His hand clamped down onto my shoulder and pulled me back slowly so my nude back rested against his clothed chest lightly. The fingers against my shoulder were cool as ever, not hot like the ones I felt in my dreams. I tensed against them before he continued, "We'll be heading back to Fangtasia. I can't have you half dazed." His other hand came down after a few seconds of silence, his wrist open and blood coming down lightly, "Drink." I shut my mouth immediately and leaned away from his wrist shaking my head as my body rested against his own form.

I felt his hand dig into my shoulder and gritted my teeth, I didn't like the pain and I turned to glare at him but only a simple neutral face stared back at me before I grudgingly opened my mouth.

His wrist pressed to it and I let loose exactly how I feeling. My anger flared up, my lips locked down onto his wrist and my teeth followed, digging, tearing, before I heard him gasp out and an arm wrap around my waist lifting me up tightly to his chest. I grunted in response but continued to swallow the blood that came down into my mouth before yanking my face away as his own had buried into my neck.

His eyes slowly opened and he looked at me, that curiosity was back at full force before he looked at his wrist as it was healing before both our eyes. My form had curved instinctively, as I had grabbed his arm with my hands in the process of my angry fit. He looked back ahead slowly and set me down. Grabbing the towel I wiped the bit of his blood that had come down onto my form from down my neck. The quiet continued before he murmured very simply, "Do not do that again."

I twisted immediately and was glaring at him. The quiet held before I looked him in the eye holding back the anger before replying as steadily and as calm as I could, "You knew I was pissed, it's your own damn fault." His own gaze grew cold but I felt my naked form dig in before I continued simply, "And plus." I felt a sneer come to my lips, his fangs had been extended when I tore into him and I had caught a glimpse of it. "You enjoyed it." Grabbing the clothes on the toilet seat I moved into the bedroom but stopped as his voice had stopped me.

"Perhaps… but you didn't have permission to do anything but drink." I felt my anger spike before I began to pull on my clothing. I felt myself annoyed as it was a pair of tight black pants and a low cut v-neck with a turtle neck collar and no actual sleeves. I followed with my socks and sneakers as he was waiting at the door for me. My purse was thrown at me and with out thinking I pulled the strap over my head and across my chest before I was now staring at the floor.

What I was feeling wasn't really anger, in fact it was pure rage in its finest. I dug in my purse for the pair of sunglasses that were supposed to be there and slowly found them. They were in good condition and using my shirt I cleaned them before yanking them onto my face with a scowl. Maybe it would keep me from projecting if I looked at them through them.

There was no sound for a few moments as I turned to Eric and stared at him before he breathed, "It doesn't matter what you do, I'll be able to feel your emotions Kylie."

"…Don't be so self centered." I replied very lowly, my voice was heavy with what I could only place as that rage fighting to get out of control. "As far as I'm concerned, I don't think you feel much at all."

"Do you think it hurts me for you to say such things?"

"No, it amuses you." I watched him flinch as I slowly looked over the sunglasses at right underneath his eyes. Then his eyes and then pushed them back up to cover my own. I moved forward and past him out the door. I heard him following and I kept my head down and my mind in it's stirring going in circles. Hopefully to keep it in though I knew what exactly I was at the moment.

Just a ticking time bomb, ready to go off. If I didn't find anything out soon I was going to lose my mind. Completely get lost in my rage and do something incredibly stupid. I wouldn't talk to anyone tonight anymore if I could help it, right now… well right now I just wanted to be left alone with out having to feel something that wasn't mine, or was influenced by it. I didn't want to feel good, I just wanted to be left alone and not tampered with or bothered any more than needed….

Her words were going through my head as I stared at the car Eric was now ahead of me and getting into. Slipping into the passenger side I didn't bother to look at Hanska as the words played again. "We're very like animals, when we're mad, when we're happy." Looking at Eric, or more specifically, his wrist, I soon looked away and out the window. "We're even equipped…" Shutting my eyes I rested my arms on the window and let my face bury into them again as the roar of the engine went through my ears.

I was very close to just losing it my control again, and if I did…

Well I didn't think it was going to be as violent or as thoughtless as last time…. But I didn't think it was gonna be very pretty either.

A/N: Alright! A count down has begun! Not the count down to the end of the story, cause really I don't know how it's gonna end or what, and there's so much more to do now still, but a count down none the less! You should see what in the next few chapters and it'll probably not be so much a nuclear bomb, as maybe many, Who knows!? I don't! MUHAHAH! See ya next time!