Disclaimer: I still don't own anyone.

A/N: First off, to everyone who read and reviewed Someday, and is reading this one also, thanks a ton again, and you should go back and look at it. I have written a little extra note for you. I apologize for the lack of updates with this story, but I desperately wanted to finish Someday so that I could concentrate fully on this story. (Unfortunately, I now have started a little side project with Someday…but nothing extremely time consuming.) Now, without further ado, I give you the next installment of Heaven's a Lie.

I closed my eyes and clenched my fists as she gently pressed the needle into my arm.

"Sorry." She said. I opened my eyes again to watch her.

"I'm used to pain." I told her, my voice lined with steel. Used to pain, indeed. She kept her eyes level with mine as she slowly began to draw blood into the syringe. My whole body began to tingle with numbness at the sensation of blood leaving my body rather than entering it. It was not strange by any means. For someone who has been in as many battles as I have, the sensation is known, but not necessarily the best in the world.

She waited until she had the exact amount of blood that she needed and then gently extracted the needle from my arm. She walked over to the table and deposited all of the blood she had drawn into a small glass jar.

"So, exactly what type of research do you specialize in?" I asked her. She looked over at me and gave me the typical half-smile like she often does.

"The kind that's unheard of." She said. "At least in this time period. I study blood."

"Why?"

"Because I have a theory that all animals' health problems or physical features can be traced in the blood. And I doubt if that is all that it shows." She added. The obvious intelligence in her answer surprised me-as it always does. Extreme intelligence had not been seen in women since the beginning of the 1800s, which was, strangely enough, only about 15 years prior to this date. It was mostly in relevance to the Salem witch trials that had occurred. Any time that a woman had spoken out, they were almost automatically assumed a witch. Some rogue villages still believed in witches, which was the case in this place.

"You seem very advanced for your time." I commented, standing up.

"That's what happens when you have a rich family and lots of time. You get the best equipment that can be designed. If you design it, they will build it." She said. "Well, at least they'll build it until your father disowns you, and orders them not to." she said bitterly. I nodded.

"So," I said a few moments later, breaking the silence. "What do you call this thing?" I asked her, gesturing to a strange metal box with a lot of quickly melting snow in it.

"It's a rough coolant device. It keeps the blood from spoiling while I'm working on it. Which is why I can only perform this part of the experiments at this time of the year." She said, I nodded, again pleasantly surprised by her intelligence. Finally, I had someone with whom I could carry on a decent conversation.

We had met through a very odd and strange twist of fate. I had been wandering through the town one morning, and noticed that a scrap of paper had been ripped off of the town's bulletin board. The scrap was lying on the ground, not far from the board, and I picked it up. It was an ad for an assistant. An assistant for what, I was not sure, but the word 'witch' had been scrawled very crudely on the back.

I thought that this person wouldn't be the best person to associate myself with, since I was new in town, but I simply never could resist an adventure.

That had been about two weeks ago, and I had become a permanent edition to her home since then. I learned something new everyday, and vice versa. She had insisted on making sure I was actually trustworthy and not just another crazy townsperson before even letting me see the lab. I had only seen the lab once prior to this day-briefly. But, I took it all in stride.

I did, after all have forever on my hands.

"So, what do you think about this experiment so far?" she asked me.

"I'm not exactly sure what the experiment is about, really, but if it involves bleeding every time, then I'm not so sure." I said. She smiled at me.

"Come with me, and we'll go back to the house, and I will tell you what I'm hoping to do with this experiment." She said, gathering her skirts and marching out the door.

"Khalon!!" Amy yelled, bringing me back to the 21st century. She never called me Khalon unless she was desperately trying to get me to do something. I blinked and looked around me. I was still lying on the bathroom floor, clad in a towel. Amy was straddling my chest with her hands on my shoulders.

"Are you all right?" she asked me worriedly. My head was throbbing like hell-as it always does when memories of the past come back to haunt me.

"My head hurts a little." I told her. She looked relieved.

"That's it?" she asked. I thought for a moment.

"Yes, that's it." I told her, still aware that she was sitting on my chest, with just a tiny lack of clothing. She sighed with relief at my answer.

"You're damn lucky." She said. "Your face just turned completely white, and your head just made the worst sound in the world when it hit the tile…" she trailed off, her voice beginning to crack with emotion, which surprised me.

"Yeah, but I'm fine." I said, running my hands along her hips and the sides of her abs. "Besides the fact that a little blow to the head isn't going to kill a vampire…"

"Well you still scared the shit out of me!!" she said, smacking the back of her hand against my chest. "You might be a vampire, but you're still the first person to truly care for me." She said.

"And how do you know that I truly care for you?" I asked her, playing dumb.

"Because I can see it in your eyes." she said, and then smiled. "Not to mention other parts of your anatomy from time to time."

"Oh really?" I asked, returning her smile. She knew that she had me wrapped around her little finger.

It was how she felt about it was what puzzled me.

She quickly hopped up off of me, and extended her hand to help me up. I took that as a sign that she was feeling much better than she had been before I passed out. I took hold of her hand and stumbled to my feet, nearly knocking her to the floor. She had to quickly hug me and help hold me up to keep us from both tumbling to the floor. An act similar to this would almost be instantaneous between two lovers in most cases. However, it was slightly awkward between us, since she had been rather…cold to me in the past week or so.

"What's with you?" I asked her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, one minute, you're moody and upset-and the next minute, you can't keep your hands off of me." I said. She simply stared up at me, not breaking the strange embrace.

"Standard female procedure, I'm afraid." She said, smiling at me again. "Besides, what's with you passing out when I told you I thought I might be pregnant?" I shrugged.

"It's just been a very long time since I've heard those words spoken to me." I said.

"I-I uh, want to apologize for being rather…hostile…towards you lately." She said. "I never really gave you a fair chance to win me over again after I discovered about your 'true self'." She said. I smirked at her choice of words.

"Can we just…start over? I mean, if I am pregnant…we're going to have to figure out whether we love each other, hate each other, or are just friends."

"Personally, I'm going for the first one." I said.

"Me too." She admitted. The conversation died after that, and we simply stood there with our arms around each other.

"Well, uh, I think that I should take another shower…" I said, trailing off, and she nodded her head, smiling.

"Yeah…"

"Are you feeling better?" I asked, and almost slapped myself in the forehead. She nodded again, nonetheless and we both simultaneously let each other go.

"Yeah…I…uh…I guess that I'll leave you alone." She said, and then walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I sighed and started the water in the shower again. I have to say that whoever damned vampires to be sexual creatures must really be enjoying themselves. I shook my head and climbed into the shower for the second time that day. By this time, I figured that most of my excitement was over for the day.

I was letting the water just pour over my head, when I felt her slip her hands around my waist. The action startled me, and I whirled around, almost ready to hit her before realizing it was her. My hair was still in my face, and she quickly smoothed it back and locked lips with me.

It was then that I knew I was in for a hell of a night.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again.

I will never understand mortal women.