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Chapter Ten

Donatello watched the love of his life from afar, the chill in her voice making his heart stop its beat.

Why was she being so cold?

'Well, she wouldn't have been so mean if you had just greeted her like you were suppose to. She's been your girlfriend for a year, act like it. If she's breaking up with you, then you both should handle it like adults…and not like petty children.'

The voice was right, he was wrong.

They were adults, and as such, they should behave like adults.

Centrice watched as Donatello visibly relaxed, his eyes closing as he heaved a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry…" He whispered, his eyes still down, refusing to meet her gaze. She, however, had other plans. Stepping forward, she dropped the 'cool' façade only to bring her hand up to cup the chin of her lover. Slowly, she lifted the chin, making his eyes meet hers own. She hitched a breath at what she saw when they did.

'His eyes…'

Just looking into them took her breath away. So different, but just the same. They now melted into shades of chocolate brown that she had never seen before. The worry and guilt he expressed made them watery, as if suppressing tears. There was a familiarity in the intenseness and inquiry of his gaze, but there was still something else…

He stood stark still as she looked straight into his eyes, her own expression one of astonishment and questioning. She leaned closer. For a second he thought that she would kiss him, but just as quickly as it came, the thought was thrown away at her intense gaze on his eyes. She blinked.

Was that…gold?

Yes, there was a rim of gold, right on the edge of his pupils. She would have never seen it from where she stood a few moments ago, but now, it was definitely there.

'He never had that before…did he?'

Nevertheless, it was beautiful.

Meanwhile, he watched her curiously, her face inches from his own. "What are you doing?" He asked, his ridges creased in confusion. It wasn't a harsh question, just a simple inquiry. The way she was watching him made him feel uneasy, his stomach flip flopping at how close they were. Meanwhile, at the sound of his voice she blinked, her gaze breaking from his enchanting eyes. She blinked a few times before coming back to her senses. Looking up at him, she furrowed her own brows, mildly surprised to find herself so close.

She didn't remember getting that close.

His looked down at her, his eyes a few inches above her own.* He sighed, the warmth of his breath tickling her nose and cheeks as it flowed over her. She shuddered, but looked up at him all the same. He kept her gaze for a few moments before looking away, dejected.

"I'm sorry, Centrice. I'm sorry for everything…" He whispered. She sighed.

There was no mystery as to what he was talking about but there was still business left unfinished; she still needed her answers.

Grasping his hands in hers, she moved, meeting his gaze once again.

"I just want to know why, Donatello…Why did you do it?" She whispered back up at him. He watched her uncertainly, more out of shock than anything else. He didn't know what to say, the question had been so unexpected.

He sighed.

He wanted to tell her. Man, did he want to tell her. But explaining to someone how you became a Teenage Mutant Ninja Vampire was kind of a hard thing to do.

He closed his eyes and sighed, calming his tense nerves. She watched as he ran a hand over his head, his eye closing and opening one more time.

"Well" He stated dejectedly, "It's a long story."

She stared up at him for a few moments before pulling away. For a moment he feared that she was leaving, but the tight grasp she kept on his right hand told him otherwise. She lead him to the couch, falling into it's over stuffed cushions.

"I have time."

She patted the spot next to her. He sat, seeing no other option, sighing one more time before telling his story from its blood start to its bitter end, never stopping until he was completely finished.

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He fell silent, bring his tale to an end. Waiting for her reaction, he watched her evenly.

She blinked, her brow furrowing.

He allowed her the few moments to let it all sink in, but those moments were irreverent compared to what she was going through.

She blinked one more time before completely focusing on him.

Was he joking?

The gaze that he gave her told her that he wasn't, he was very serous. With a slight frown in his lips, he watched her expectantly, mentally preparing himself for whatever she might throw at him. However, all of the preparation in the world couldn't prepare him for what she did next.

She kissed him.

He blinked, her lips brushed his own. His eyes narrowed before closing, his confusion melting into the warmth of her against his beak.

However, this kiss was…different, not out of passion like her usual kisses, but not just a peck either.

It seemed more…experimental, as if she was trying it for the first time.

He leaned in, more out of habit than anything else, and was taken back by the feeling of her tongue grazing his lips. He opened them, once again, more out of habit, giving way to her prodding tongue.

He was surprised to feel that tongue graze his teeth. It wasn't unpleasant, it just threw him off for a moment. Meanwhile, Centrice checked his teeth, her tongue brushing over their tops. Just as he said, or at least implied, the extraordinarily sharp tips of his cuspids jutted out from his otherwise flat teeth. She pulled away, lick her lips. Those teeth definitely were not there before.**

He was telling the truth.

He watched her expectantly, waiting for her reaction, but once again she managed to throw him off. She smiled widely before throwing herself into his arms. He sat, stunned, before slowly closing his arms around her. Getting a face full of hair, he leaned down, brushing his lips against her head. His heart leapt into his throat at the realization of what had just happened.

She had forgiven him.

She looked up at him, the smile never leaving her lips as she kissed the underside of his chin. He purred absently before glancing down.

"So, I guess this means that we're still together?" He mumbled; the hope in his voice making it light and detached.

Still basically attached to his chin she replied before actually making sense of his question.

"Yeah…Wait, what?!"

"Nothing…" He immediately looked away, ashamed that he had even jumped to such conclusions. They weren't breaking up; he had been wrong. The blood flowed to his cheeks as he blushed, embarrassed over the fact that he had come to such conclusions in the first place. She watched his change in demeanor questionably before all of the puzzle pieces finally came together.

"You thought I came here to break up with you, didn't you?" She sat up, looking him sternly in the eye while waiting for an answer.

He frowned, lowering his head.

That was as good an answer as any.

She took his large green hand in her own small ones. Brining it up to her lips she kissed at one of the large knuckles before placing her face into his palm.

"I would never leave you Donatello." She whispered, leaning forward. Her face stopped only inches from his, his palm still resting on her cheek.

"Never." She whispered, her breath flowing over him, sending a tingle up his spine.

He looked into the waves of emerald that made up her eyes, his breath hitching just as it did the first time he looked in those jewels. He sighed, letting all of his nervousness and worry drain away.

She loved him, and that was that.

It didn't matter what he was, or what he had become.

She loved him all the same, and that's all that mattered.

He breathed before giving in, his lips touching hers. He didn't care that he was a vampire. He didn't care that he was in the den of their home. And, he even didn't care about his brothers watching them from the kitchen, which they had been doing from the beginning.

All he cared about now was his love for her, his complete trust and devotion falling on the shoulders of the angle that was Centrice.

He pulled away, only to pull her completely in his lap and nuzzle her hair.

Her hair always smelled good, like lilacs, or lavender.

Well, what ever it was, he could just drown in it, that was for sure.

"So I guess you'll be spending the night, then?" He asked her hopefully, his lips feather light against her skull. She turned in his lap, looking up at him in complete veneration.

"I would have it no other way."

She caught his lips in hers, the passion in her voice equaling the passion that she expressed now. A new feeling went through him, but he welcomed it all the same.

He smiled against her lips, the feeling fluttering in his stomach and growing.

Completed. With her, and only her, he felt complete.

Deepening the kiss, he hugged her to his body, almost as if she would float away if he let her go.

No, he would not let her go. Not now, not ever.

She completed him, as he did her.

A tender balance better left untouched; their passions met as did their minds.

They were one, always were, and always will be and nothing could break that fullness. That wholeness.

Absolutely nothing.

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"OK, they're officially making out!" Mike whispered excitedly from the open doorway, him being the only one still looking through the crack. He turned, finally realizing that he was alone.

"Guys?" He spotted their retreating figures, both of them heading towards their respective rooms. Leo turned his head.

"Leave them alone, Mikey. They need their privacy." He chided, motioning for the turtle to move away. Mike sighed before following the two retreating turtles. Leo was right.

They would be ok alone, now that everything was right again.

A hopeless romantic to the end, he sighed. Donny and Cent-Piece were made for each other; one look at them would prove that to anybody. It pained him to see them separated, but now he was glad that they were finally able to work things out despite their new…predicament.

His eyes just happened to travel to the new transfusion packs that now inhabited the table.

"Donny shouldn't leave these out." He chided, frowning lightly. He really didn't know if they would spoil or not, nevertheless, he placed them in the fridge, surprised over how far he had come from the "transfusion pack" fearing turtle he had been only a day or two ago.

He smiled to himself as another thought crossed his mind.

Centrice would freak when she finally saw these things…

And he wouldn't want to miss that for the world.

Along with being a hopeless romantic, a prankster to the end he was also.

All being the mysteries of the turtle, Michelangelo.

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Owen sighed, blinking back the sleepiness that inhabited his mind.

He was tired, but he couldn't go to bed, not just yet.

Why he couldn't go to sleep, he was not sure, but he did know that he just…couldn't.

He rubbed his face, consulting with his internal clock. It was only one in the morning, prime time for him and his kind, but ever since he came back from that "lesson" he felt drained.

'Well, Obviously. It surprising that you're even still alive with all of the energy you used today.'

He sighed.

That was true.

It took a lot of energy to do what he did today. But he was an old vampire, after all, experienced in more ways than one. He knew he would be able to handle the repercussions; all he needed now was a little drink and he would be as good as new.

He ran a hand through his tousled hair as he moved from one room of his house to the other. His sword gleamed from his sheath on his waist; he had neglected to remove it on his entry. Absently, he observed the blade of his hand-crafted weapon. He frowned, noticing it's dullness for the first time. In reality it was still pretty sharp, but just dull according to his standards.

"I'll have to sharpen it." He stated out loud, his voice sounding eerie against the quiet of the room. He was alone, and would have it no other way.

He smirked. If he wasn't, there would be more problems than just a dull sword and a growing appetite.

He stepped into his kitchen, retrieving a bag of blood from the fridge. He sucked lightly before making his way over to the couch, sitting with his sword in hand. Studying it, he realized that he had forgotten the sharpener; of which still inhabited its usual spot on the countertop.

Sighing, he extended his hand, and almost on command, the sharpener lifted from the table. Slowly, it floated into his open hand, landing softly in his palm. All of this he performed effortlessly before getting to work, running the hard object up and down his blade.

He vaguely noticed the sparks as they flew, his mind completely on his work.

So concentrated on his work, he was, that he almost missed the feeling of a new presence in the room.

Almost.

Lighting fast to the human eye, he spun, the sword's tip finding the throat of the intruder.

Owen looked up and into the face of the trespasser, barely able to contain the growl that escaped his own throat. He scowled, his eyes narrowing into venomous slits.

Red hair, black evil eyes, fiendish smile…

"Hello, Owen."

Trevor. Definitely Trevor.

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*: The turtles, in my series at lease, are more like the Fox Box turtles / Movie turtles, being 5 feet 5 inches. Not as short as other turtle depictions, and I would love to keep it that way! (Four feet tall my ass!!!)

**: When I say 'before' I meant way before, as in the old Donny. Not when she got the bite, but before that! Ok, Got it? Good!

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Lol, I'm not that sinister, but I do looooooovvveee cliffies. Just couldn't resist, you know….it's like an addiction. I'm addicted to keeping you guys in suspense….I almost feel sorry for you, but not quite : D, R and R