~ Sorry for the wait. Lack of inspiration. Well, let's see... I left off where Anna and Chaos make-up. Time for some break ups!!!!!!!!!!! Woohoo! Hahahaha ~

"Jess, I'm just saying. Please, be reasonable. He is immortal. I-M-M-O-R- T-A-L. You will die, and he will not. Do you want to hurt him that much? Do you want him to watch you age? Break up with him now; save him from the pain and hurt of tomorrow. I don't want to see you hurting later, that's all," Adianna stated calmly. We had been arguing for over two hours. I was really tired of this argument. It scared me. I don't want to hurt Colin again. Not again.

"Shut up! What do you know about ME? Stay out of it, OKAY?! You are so intrusive. You are never around, so just leave!" I shouted at her as I slammed the front door shut. I was leaving, of course, to go see Colin. We had really gotten close. In about three weeks. I was kind of hesitant, but, I figured, what the hell, I will probably die soon anyway. Hunters usually die early, so I'll live it up now.

It was atrociously bright outside. I've heard of sunny days, but not of "even if you wear sunglasses you are blind" days. I squinted to see Colin's car coming down the street. Of course, that only applies if I SEE the car. And it wasn't there. He would be late TODAY. I sat down on my front porch steps, fuming because of Colin's promptness, or lack thereof. I saw Adianna peek out of the blinds and shake her head, as if she pitied me. SHE PITIED ME? Why? Oh, that's right, because I have "no idea what I am getting myself into." I am ignorant. Mmmmhmmm. Right.

After fifteen minutes of sitting in the harsh sunlight, Colin finally pulled up. Thank the Goddess. I was beginning to think that he had fallen off the face of the Earth. And, if I saw one more pitying glance from Adianna, I thought I would explode on her. Maybe I could send her one of those sympathetic glances when she is a bloody carcass on the ground. I am so gruesome. She deserves it though. Stupid girl.

I walked over to the car, ready to scream at Colin, but then I noticed the way he looked. His eyes held some fear in them and he looked deathfully pale. I knew that no vampire is stupid enough to feed on a triste long enough to give them a pale complexion, so something was definitely wrong. "Are you okay?" I asked, in a slightly angered, slightly concerned voice.

Colin turned towards me and nodded. No words. Silence. That had to be a first. "Are you sure?" I asked with nothing but concern in my voice. His stance still looked somewhat aggressive, so maybe he had gotten into a fight before coming to get me. That wouldn't surprise me; he is a triste and he is quite powerful, he probably has plenty of enemies.

Colin ignored my question and started the car. We rode away from my house, the only noise coming from the semi-broken down car's gears and the radio. This was annoying me. I come to see him and he won't say a word to me.

"Colin, what the FUCK is wrong?" He looked over at me in surprise when I said that; I hadn't used that tone with him for a while. Things change. I guess I am changing back to the evil, self-centered person I was before this. Before him. I didn't want to be like that.

"Bad argument. With the wrong person," he answered in a subdued tone. I raised my eyebrow. So it was a fight. With who? Maybe I would go kick his or her's ass. No one touches Colin.

I noticed a cut above his eyebrow and another on his arm. Quite some argument. I reached over to move his golden-silver hair so I could inspect the cut, but he recoiled from my touch. I looked over at him, confused and hurt. He NEVER had done that. Never. My touch usually soothed him and his nerves. I guess that has changed too.

"Now I can't touch you? First you won't talk, now I can't touch you. Please, whatever I did, I'm sorry." Colin smiled, a small, fleeting smile.

"Sorry, these stupid things sting." He sent me a naughty grin and added, "You can touch me wherever you want, just not there. I'd LOVE for you to touch me, don't be crazy, Jesse." Ah, good ole' Colin. I was beginning to get worried. Well, that's a relief. He isn't mad at me.

"You have to marry me first, before we have any intimate relations. Family rules." Colin looked over at me in disbelief. Eyebrows furrowed as if he was confused. Eyes full of wonder at my self-control. I laughed at his expression and he sighed in relief. The horny bastard.

I stretched in my seat and felt his eyes flash across the bare skin shown. I didn't mine him ogling me like that, I enjoyed it. His eyes seemed to leave traces on my skin, areas of warmth and belonging. I loved that feeling; I never felt it anywhere else, except when I was with him. I looked over at Colin, the guy who I knew that I liked a lot. But when I looked at him, at his eyes, I saw love and desire. Not "liked a lot." I adjusted myself uncomfortably, so that my skin was no longer showing, until his eyes met mine, instead of wandering down my skin.

"Are you okay, Jesse?" Colin asked. He looked at me concerned, worry and interest. He could feel my lack of comfort and indecision. I knew he was able to see the stormy arguments that were going on in my mind. Somehow he could see it in my eyes, or so he said. I couldn't hide anything from Colin, he always saw right through me. He always did. I hate that.

"Colin, I think we might need to break up," I was surprised to hear myself say in a neutral voice. My thoughts had just streamed out of my mouth. Colin slammed on the brakes and his widened eyes looked over at me as if I had sprouted two more heads. I saw him hurriedly scanning me for any reasons for this revelation. When he did not find any traces he said, in a soft, fragile voice, "Why?"

"My sister has me thinking...."

"Yea, okay. And?" Colin looked so desperate and worried and sad at the same time that I wanted to just forget that I had said anything to him about it. But I couldn't. I didn't want him to suffer. Because of me. He doesn't deserve misery. I do. If we break up, I will earn what I deserve. The melancholy feelings. I cleared my throat, so I could "put my cards out on the table."

"Colin, I'm going to die, but you won't. Not anytime soon, anyway. What will hurt you more? Me denying your love? Or, you seeing me as an old woman? Or, maybe, you seeing me die in a few years? What would hurt the most?" Colin's eyes closed and he rubbed them, trying to think of a way to reason his way out of this tricky situation. My eyes focused on the floor. They didn't deserve to look at Colin's angelic face. The face that I am beginning to love.

"Jesse, I...I love you, no one else. I'll love you no matter what. Age doesn't matter." That was such a lie. I'd like to see him have sex with an old woman. I didn't want this to happen. I refuse to let us break up. Not when we are so close. Not now.

"Forget I brought it up."

"Are you sure? I don't want it to be a problem later." He said that, but I saw the hope in his eyes. Like a puppy. My little puppy. So adorable. I can't abandon him.

"Yea, just forget it."

We had a nice day together, but there were so many awkward moments. I shouldn't have said anything at all about breaking up. Everything was great before I said anything. Now there was a gaping wound in our relationship. His eyes caught mine occasionally. Searching for something. What it was, I do not know. I always looked away, afraid that he might not like what he finds in my eyes.

We went back to his house, later, to watch some videos. They were pretty good. Not the best, but pretty good. From Hell. That's a gory movie. I enjoyed it. In the end, it seemed, we both had one-track minds and we ended up in his bedroom. He has very nice sheets. Very comfy.

Sex is such a wonderful experience. It is the adrenaline, the rush, the energy, and the ecstasy. If it was a drug, I would be addicted. I remember our lips touching and all of a sudden we were not two different people, but one. My body together with his. I could not hold back my euphoric feelings. It seemed to last seconds, but it had been hours. Sunrise should be coming sometime soon, as I lay in his arms.

Upon further inspection, I have discovered many wounds on Colin. The poor boy. They trace down his back, across his chest, down his arms, on his neck, on his face. Who could he have been fighting? My heart aches for his pain. I wouldn't want anyone to touch me if I had all of these scrapes. My poor love.

~ You know, I don't think this chapter is necessary. Writer's block. That's why you shouldn't write when you have it. Please review. ~