Hey again! Many major events will happen in this story. The beginning is a little confusing but it gets better, promise! This chapter is rated T… more like T, but nothing too graphic. Please, Please, Please review so I don't feel like I'm talking to the voices in my head again. I already went to therapy for that. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Silver Kiss, but I do own an imagination!

The police lights were flashing outside Zoë's house. The officers had talked to her about her father. When did she find him? What did he look like when she found him? What had happened earlier that day? Zoë answered their questions but did not remember them. After she called the police her mind went numb. It was just too much for her to comprehend at one time. Her mother was still warm in the ground and now her father was dead. All the neighbors came to give her hugs and cry for her, but Zoë couldn't remember their faces. The police asked her to come to the station and they gave her a room to sleep in. They didn't want to leave Zoë alone, incase something else happened. Zoë slept all day and only woke up to go to the bathroom. She had received visits from friends and family and they all told her she could stay with them.

When Zoë started eating again the police told her she could go back to her house and plan the funeral. Although Zoë was acting better, inside she was dying. She just could not deal with all this death. 'They left me. Both of them, I am all alone.' Her mind was in a constant state of turmoil, slipping in and out of consciousness. Zoë was in a week long black out. She had no memory of the events that happened. Her mind was doing back-flips, trying to comprehend every thing that happened in he past few weeks.

Zoë often wondered how he had done it. She never could have cut her self or inflict harm on herself. Or could she? After all, her father had done it. There were many people that had done it. Would it be easy, just one little cut. Zoë's mind came out of its haze and she looked around. She was in the bathroom, her wrists were bleeding, and it was the night before the funeral. 'How did I get here? Was I trying to kill myself?' Zoë looked down at her mutilated wrists and sighed. 'I can't even kill myself right'. She cleaned up her wrists and noticed she had scars there. 'How long have I been cutting?'

It slowly started coming back to her. The day she found her father, her time at the hospital, coming home and cutting her wrists. She also remembered all the people she would have to face at the funeral. 'I can't do that', Zoë thought. 'I need to take a walk, get some fresh air'. She walked out her door into the cool fall night. She walked to the park and sat in the tree where she first spotted Simon. 'I miss you Simon, I miss you mommy, I miss you daddy'. A single tear ran down her face. 'If I left no one would miss me', Zoë thought. 'Simon is going to be around when I die anyway. I hardly see Lorraine so it's not like it would be much different for her. But how is the best way to die quickly?' She ruled out cutting, she tried that and it didn't work. She ruled out drugs, they would be to slow. But as she walked back to her house she passed the hospital. It was the tallest building in the town. To jump off it would surly kill the jumper immediately. And, wouldn't be ironic, that the building dedicated to saving people, helped her die. Zoë laughed and entered the hospital. She took the stairs to the 10th floor and went onto the roof. The hospital staff had made a garden on the roof so that permanent residences could still enjoy the outside world. Cool night air tugged her clothes tight against her skin as she stood on the edge of the railing. 'Goodbye everybody, I'm sorry it has to end like this'. And with that final thought, she let she self fall off the building.

Almost everybody who has survived a suicide jump has said that, before they hit the ground, they relieved they didn't want to do this. This is what happened to Zoë. At about the fourth story she remembered all the fun times she had with Lorraine, she remembered the rest of her family, they would miss her, and she remember Simon. He would never know she was dead. When she hit the ground her body exploded with pain, then everything went black.

Zoë thought she was dead. She was expecting to meet her parents again, but she was wrong. She could feel every broken bone in her body and it felt like she was thrown into the pits of hell. 'Maybe I am dead.' She thought she tried to open her mouth to scream for help, but it was filled with blood and broken teeth. Tear started coming out of her eyes and they stung the cuts on her cheek. 'Why didn't I die?' Zoë opened one of her eyes and saw that she was in a bush. 'God Damn It! If this stupid bush wasn't here I would have died!' But Zoë silently said a prayer to the gardener who put the bush there. Zoë now knew she didn't want to die, she didn't want to give up. If she gave up she would be just like her father.

There was nothing Zoë could do now but close her eyes and wait. Whether she was waiting for the hospital workers to arrive, or for death to finally take her, she did not know. Suddenly a cold hand slid its way through her hair and a pair of lips touched her forehead. She opened her eyes to be greeted by a familiar sight. 'Simon!' Her heart skipped a beat and she tried to smile, but it hurt. She tried to say his name but it came out as a sigh. He smiled down at her, tears filling his eyes.

"Why Zoë? Why would you do this to yourself? Do you really want to die that badly?" He searched her face for an answer. He saw the look of hurt and fear in her eyes. 'No' Simon came to the conclusion. 'She does not want to die.' he kissed her again on the forehead.

"I can save you Zoë, I can turn you into a vampire. You can choose that, or death." Her looked into her eyes again. She was thinking. It took all her strength, but her gave the slightest nod. Simon nodded back and let his fangs come out of their sheaths. He used them to bite his own wrist and placed it over one of the gashes on Zoë's forehead. Simon could smell her blood changing and Zoë could feel her bones mending. She breathing became more regulated and the strength began to return to her body. Her hair, instead of turning white, became darker and darker. She took a deep breath in, but did not feel the air reach her lungs. 'I don't need to breath anymore.' Zoë pushed herself up on her elbows, but Simon held her still.

"You must drink some of my blood to make the transformation complete." Simon held his wrist out for her. Zoë was appalled at the idea but strangely attracted to it at the same time. She gently placed her mouth on his wrist and licked the blood that was spilling out. She closed her eyes and expected the metallic taste of the blood to make her gag, but it tasted different. The blood went down her throat like hot-coca and warmed her entire body. She sucked harder, trying to get as much of the liquid into her body as possible. Simon gave a little shiver, but let her continue. 'I have to stop, I could kill him.' She forced herself to pull her mouth away and looked into Simon's eyes. 'He hasn't changed one bit.' Zoë smiled at her foolishness. 'Of course he hasn't changed he is a vampire. Just like me.' Simon helped her stand up and held her steady as she swayed slightly.

"Hello Simon." Was the only thing Zoë could think to say.

"Hello Zoë." Simon replied with a smile, and than he leaned in and kissed her squarely on the mouth. It felt good to have his tongue inside her mouth and his body pressed against hers. 'This is where I was meant to be.' After a few more minutes of kissing, Simon held her hand and led her away into the night.

To be continued…