Hey, I would like to know what you guys think is the best song to describe Faith and Mag's relationship. Then I'm gonna put up the one I think is best of my own(I can guarantee you it'll be Aly & AJ, cuz they are the only singers I like who have decent enough songs for it). But still, tell me yours, and I'll tell who wins in the next chapter(please post lyrics if you can)

Chapter Four: Flat Line

"NO, Sam, we do not go and rip people's throats anymore. OK, sometimes we do, but then we are either evil or... really, really hungry."

Sam looked bored. "So. There are evil vampires."

I shrugged. "Ever heard that 'black sheep' thingy?"

"That's kind of a small saying for 'evil vampires' isn't it?"

"Hey, at least we aren't going around suicide bombing anyone. That I know of."

"It wouldn't kill us anyway."

I shook my head. "Naive, naive little Sam. DUH it would kill us! Not even immortality can survive to be blown to bits, all the blood gushing around-"

"You're fantisizing again."

"Sorry."

Sam stared at me for a moment, so I was contemplating if that was a good or a bad thing, when he announced:

"I can't believe you're twenty-three."

I laughed. "Really, I'm not. If I wasn't turned, I would be, but hey, if he wasn't turned, Magnus would have been dead by now."

"How old is he, anyway?" Sam asked.

"As Lucifent would say," A tired voice said, "Seven hundred. Give or take six years."

Magnus was leaning against the frame of my doorway. He looked even more tired than usual, and I felt sorry for him.

"How's Faith?"

"Not any better." Magnus shot a look at Sam. "Never get involved with a female vampire shifter."

"Gotcha."

"So," Magnus sat down on my couch, "How's the mentoring going?"

"Great," I said sarcastically, "I'm opening up a school. Charity's Academy for Idiot Turnlings. Sam gets there on a scholarship."

As Sam scowled, Magnus smirked for the first time in days and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry," He assured Sam, "Charity's bark is worse than her bite. On the other hand, her bite is worse than her bark, if you want to get specific, but... I won't even try to make sense."

000

I watched three girls playing jump rope in the rain. They didn't care. Looking around thirteen, they were vibrant, healthy. One especially.

She was tanned, with blond, sun-streaked hair, and hazel eyes. Her name was Jen.

My little sister.

We once looked a lot a like, six years ago, when I was seventeen and she was seven. Our mom had us far apart, but we were as close as twins.

They thought I was dead.

My dad left us when I was twelve and Jen was two. Then it was just my mom, Jen, and I. Dad liked to visit me occasionally, but only me. Jen and Mom he didn't care for, and I hated him.

When I didn't return that night, everyone assumed that I had been kidnapped, and looked for me. Little did they know, the girl they were looking for was watching them, going through a painful transformation.

I wished I could run over and see Jen, but she wouldn't recognize me anyway, I looked so different.

That's what I thought.

Suddenly, Jen, who was in the middle of jumping, stopped and stared at me. At first, I thought it was just my weird appearance, but the word flew out of her mouth.

"Charity?"

My eyes widened, and I turned, running. I knew this would only make me seem more suspicious, but I didn't care. I heard her footsteps behind me. Apparently, she was very fast.

The water splashing on my black dress, and I didn't care. I had to get away from her. If Jen knew, I wouldn't be Charity the big sister any more to her.

I would be Charity the monster.

I finally noticed a fire escape and climbed up, transforming quickly into the vampire bat I had become used to. Jen was still there, and I swooped down on her, screeching.

"Aah!" She screamed, covering her face with her hands as I flew off.

Good. She was safe from the truth.

000

Dr. Walsh checked his patient's pulse and shook his head. She was getting weaker. The blips on the heart monitor were becoming slower and slower.

"Excuse m- oh no!"
The doctor turned to find a pretty girl standing there, watching him with periwinkle blue eyes. Her pale blond hair was carefully gathered up into a business like braid, and she seemed to have age beyond her eighteen years.

And yet... there was something in her eyes the doctor didn't like.

"Hi," She said, shaking his hand. "I'm a friend of Faith de Silva's."

"Really?" He asked, slightly suspicious. "May I have your name?"
She smiled.

"Niki Robinson."

After a few moments of talking, Dr. Walsh was satified and walked out of the room, closing the door to let her 'grieve'.

"Hmm, guess I did cause some damage," Niki said in her normal, deadly voice. "But not enough."

She reached into her purse and pulled out a syringe, walking up to the drip, which was administering fluids to Faith through a tube. Carefully, she pricked a tiny hole in the bag with the needle, and injected the clear liquid into it.

She then pulled out her cell phone and dialed her mentor.

"Yes? Bertha? M-hmm, won't take long now."

000

Something was wrong in the room. My vampire sense of smell detected something, and I could tell that Magnus was bothered by it as well.

That's when Faith's heart rate began to speed up.

Too fast.

"Magnus?"

He got closer. I could hear Faith's heartbeat, he could hear her heartbeat, anyone could with the monitor. Vampires are just more accurate.

"Don't get anyone," He said slowly.

"Why?" I yelled, "She's might flatline!"

"I might be able to help her," He murmured.

"How?"
"She's been poisoned. This is too advanced, nothing the doctor'll do will help. But maybe. If I give her my breath... it could save her, or it could kill her."
"Huh?"
"If we're blood mates, it might save her. But even if we are, vampire breath could kill her. You know."

"The Death Breath," I whispered. Suddenly, it happened.

There was no heartbeat.

"Now, Magnus!" I screamed. Without another thought, he pulled the mask off of Faith's face and began to breath into her mouth, his lips to hers, a lot like mouth-to-mouth resucitation.

Slowly, the beeping came back, and Magnus lifted his head.

That's when emerald eyes opened.

"Magnus?"

000

Hey, remember the song thing... and people who're writing a Charity story, the deadline is now... July 25.