A.N. Yay! Another chapter for you guys. I was wondering are my chaps long enough or…are they ok or……you tell me. I've been really worried about all that sort of junk. Tell me what you think. Kisses Ok, also tell me where you think I should go with the whole Jeweliah/Priest story. Should I go a bit further with them….go all the way with them…or just leave them were their at? Once again give me your opinion ;D

Ch.11 The Mind Game

I tried to sleep that night but Mary's face kept creeping back into my thoughts along side a certain red-headed vampire. Go figure!

I covered myself up to my chin hoping I could accomplish getting some sleep but as I expected, no such luck. I turned on my side and still couldn't get to sleep. I decided to just shut my eyes hopefully that would help……5minutes later I got up quietly making my way to the bathroom. I turned on the facet splashing cold water on my face. I grabbed the small towel laying on the edge of the sink and dried my face, as I removed the towel I was able to see my reflection in the mirror hanging above the sink. I looked rather pale, sick and I noticed the bite on my neck looked infected.

"Damn! I should have left the bandage on." I moaned opening the mirror cabinet and taking out some Cotton, alcohol, and antibiotic cream. I got the cotton soaked with alcohol and looked back up to the mirror to clean the wound when Priest's reflection appeared in the mirror. Jumping I dropped the cotton in the sink, I turned my expression of shock into a glare as I looked at Priest.

"Sorry about that."

"It's ok, it's not like you scared the shit out of me or anything. By the way I thought I told you no lurking." I turned and faced Priest finding myself a bit closer than I would have liked. Or would I?

"Yes you did. I heard a noise and came to investigate."

"How sweet."

"By the way I was talking about the bite."

"Yeah thanks. It's infected now." I turned back to retrieve the alcohol soaked cotton and I gently began to clean the bite. Throwing the cotton away I grabbed the ointment and put a small amount on the tip of my finger, massaging it on the wound. Priest reached over me leisurely, slightly pressing against me and opening the cabinet, he grabbed a small band-aid from its carton. He dangled it in front of my face until I took it from him. He walked back towards the door and turned to look at me in the mirror, facing me but not. I stared back at him through the mirror.

"I really am sorry." He said, then quietly left the room before I could respond. I knew why he did it and maybe that's why I didn't shoot him in the hospital. He couldn't trust anyone and I knew how that could be. That feeling of being trapped and no where to go can kick in your instincts like a bullet. It'll drive you to do anything.

That afternoon I took a bad turn. I couldn't eat or rest, no matter how many times Priest insisted I do so. I paced and rummaged around the kitchen for yet another bag of tea, or just something to drink besides milk and coffee.

"Drink water. It will help." Priest replied offhandedly.

"I just want this to stop."

"I know."

I looked up, a sad smile was upon Priest' face.

I smiled like I was fine, everything was ok….even though it really wasn't. "Don't beat yourself up. There's a cure right or something to slow down the process." Priest looked down averting his eyes. I felt like screaming.

"Yes. Once we contact Blade we can give you a serum that will reverse the virus' trail…flush it out."

"That's good right?"

"Quite….but it all depends on how fast the virus progresses within you. If it has infected a grand portion of your system already then I doubt there is much that can be done."

I, in my own figure of speech, shrugged my eyebrows. "I guess if that's the case I'll have to adjust." Priest looked at me, an odd expression upon his face. A mixture of respect and admiration.

"You're very brave and I am somewhat in debt to you until I feel I have fully paid for what I have…done to you."

Problem with a guy like this is he either becomes the love of your life or your worst enemy, but you have a certain normal, passionate relationship based on honor and respect for one another. First of all I don't have the slightest urge to have a relationship of any kind with this guy…at least that's what I tell myself. And….

Secondly, I Most certainly do not want to become this guys enemy.

The mechanical ring was loud and so sudden it made me jump. I quickly retrieved it off the kitchen counter next to me.

"Yeah." There was no need for formal hellos. I knew who it was.

"We're in business." The smooth voice notified. Very cut to the chase kind of guy, Johan.

A.N. Well tell me what you think and please get back to me on the Priest/Jeweliah situation. Thank you and I really appreciate you guys sticking with me on this story….

By the way, Dhampeal he he I'm glad you liked my feed back. I will continue to give it, and I am terribly sorry if I spelled your name wrong. I couldn't remember how to spell it laughs embarrassed Thanks for keeping up with the story and sending all them lovely reviews.