When they appeared in their room at Mark's palace, Jay flung herself out of Glenn's hold as her own anger raged forth. Glenn grabbed her upper arms and shook her until she stopped struggling and looked up at him.

"You could've gotten yourself killed, woman! What were you thinking?! Never do that again! Do you understand me?!" He yelled, shaking her again.

Her struggles started anew.

"Let go of me! I am angry at him! That is why I struck him! All right?!" She yelled back.

He growled then released her and turned. She panted heavily as she watched him pace about the big room. He ran a hand through his hair then gave a frustrated growl.

"Well what was I supposed to do, Glenn? He told me to fucking fuck off! That is what got me angry. Was I so wrong for what I did, acting out as such?" She argued, flinging her arms out in an exasperating manner.

He stopped his pacing and looked at her.

"I would've done the same thing, Jay. If he hadn't have saved Angelica, she'd be dead. Mark's been lost for over seven hundred years and with finally seeing her, having her with him as well as their marriage may be soon, I can understand why he did what he did. But he lost his salvation, Jay." He walked up to her then caressed her cheek. "I would do the same for you in a heartbeat. Do you see now?"

She knew he would do the same for her. She looked away and thought. She knew that if it were not for Mark, Angel would not be here right now. So she gave Mark that, but he disrespected her and now Angel was on his side. She threatened me as well. How could she? Jay looked back up at Glenn.

"So she is not angry with the turn of events? But she took his side and threatened me. Why would she do such a thing?"

Glenn sighed. "There's no reason for her to be angry with Mark and as for her threatening you, if Angelica struck me, how would you react?" He asked, looking down into her eyes.

She looked up into his eyes and realized that she would've done the exact same thing.

"I would have done the same thing."

He gently wrapped his arms around her and sighed again.

"I know you would."

She rested her head against his chest and hugged him back. She now saw that Angel's love for Mark ran quite deep to the point where she would threaten her sister after she had struck Mark. And Jay now understood. If Angel or someone else had struck Glenn, she would threaten her or them as well. Wow, love was rather strong…

Space

"Mark, what's that beast done to you?" I asked and stepped in front of him.

He was still angry, and I could see that by his black eyes. That damn beast did something to the man I loved, and I needed him to come back to me, but I didn't know if the Mark I knew before all this mess began would return.

I was now looking at a crazed, black-eyed Vampire and truth be told, I was a little afraid of what may happen tonight and with the upcoming days, months, years, and eternity. But my love for Mark was and always would be stronger than any fears I may have.

I slowly lifted my hand toward his face when he growled. I paused then looked into his eyes.

"Mark, it's me. It's Angie. Come back to me." I said softly, easing up on my toes and cupping his face with both of my hands.

He looked down at me then but he didn't seem to see me. He pulled my hands from his face then flitted to the window. I turned and looked at him with worry etched on my face. My eyebrows furrowed, and I walked up behind him.

I gently wound my arms around his waist and laid my head against his strong back. He flinched again but didn't pull away like he had just done. In fact, he sighed and placed his hands upon mine.

"Talk to me, Mark. Let me try to help you." I said softly, placing a kiss upon his back.

He was silent for several minutes then he spoke.

"The beast almost killed you, Angie. I felt like I had no control over anything anymore. I felt like I was losing you, so I fought like hell for you. I don't know if you remember but you helped me kill the beast and helped me save you." He gently pried my hands away so that he could turn and look down at me. He held my hands in his own and looked down into my eyes.

"I slew that fucker for you. Then when you wouldn't awake, I grew so worried. I didn't feed, eat, or sleep because I was so worried about you. I feel like I've surrendered to the crazed feelings within me and I also feel like there's no going back. But I did all of this for you, my queen."

"Oh Mark, I'm so sorry to have put you through so much." I said with tears in my eyes.

His auburn red eyebrows furrowed as his eyes slowly changed back to emerald green as the whites of his eyes became clear once more. He came back to me!

"You didn't put me through anything, darlin'. The beast caused everything. I'm just sorry for not protecting you like I should have to the best of my ability." He said and bowed his head.

"You saved my life, Mark, and that means more to me than anything else. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."

"But-"

I placed a finger against his lips, silencing him.

"You risked everything for me, even your sanity, and I love you all the more for it. I hope you weren't expecting me to be upset with you. If you were, I'm afraid you're sorely mistaken, Sire." I said with a soft smile then removed the finger from his lips.

He was speechless. 'She's not mad at me for the drastic change in her?' He thought as he looked down at her.

"No, love. It was bound to happen sooner or later."

He smiled then hugged me tightly. I hugged him back as he let out a laugh. I smiled then said to him telepathically, 'I could never be mad at you, big guy. I love you too much.'

His eyes grew wide and he smiled brighter.

'I could never be mad at you either, little lady. I love you very much.'

I smiled happily. I knew the Ancients did right by Mark and I. He pulled away then spoke.

"Come, darlin'. I'm rather hungry…"

Space

"Cold blood and a steak? Lovely combination." I said, frowning distastefully at the cold blood pack he poured into a glass in the kitchen.

"Yes, cold blood for now. When you haven't eaten, I can't feed from you or you'll grow too weak. I'm too weak and I'm starving. I bet you are too. Here," He said, pulling out some of Harley's stew.

My eyes grew wide and my mouth began to water. He placed the bowl into the microwave and set the time then pressed start. As I watched the bowl turn, I asked, "So after you drink that cold blood, you'll be ready to feed from me later?"

He was silent. I looked over at him as his green eyes grew heated. I blushed and looked away, feeling the heat actually rising to my face. He smirked, the tips of his fangs showing. I damned my need to blush as I looked back at him, my gaze falling to those fangs. Somehow I found them strangely sexy.

He grasped the glass in his hand then lifted it to his lips then began to drink. I smirked now, knowing of something that would make him blush for a change.

"You know, when I was younger, I dreamed of finding a sexy Vampire that would be all mine. One that would make me scream in pleasure."

He sputtered into the liquid within the glass and stared wide eyed at me. A blush snaked up his neck and into his cheeks that had begun to look healthier now that fresh blood flowed through his veins. I laughed and thought on how sweet revenge really was.

"We will know that soon enough, love. As of now, you liked Vampires then?" He asked, his blush slowly disappearing from view.

I nodded as my laughter finally ceased. He tended to his steak on the stove as the microwave dinged. I got my meal then sat down at the island upon a stool. When his steak was done frying, he grasped a plate from a cabinet then dishes the meat upon the plate then sat across from me with a fork and knife in hand. He looked at me as we then began to eat.

"Yes, I love to write about Vampires. I love to write about fantasy as it's always made me wonder. That and Paranormal Romance."

He nodded as he chewed, his complexion changing from a sickly pale to a beautiful light paleness that would always fascinate me. I was a true Phantom now with Angelic powers so was I paler than Mark?

I looked down at my arms and hands. Yep, I was paler than Mark. With him being a Novel One, was I now rarer than he was? My eyes turned black when my emotions ran strong. With anger, they grew black, but would they grow black from, let's say, need and desire?

"Did your parents and Jay influence you to become a writer?" He asked then stood, walking to the sink to wash his dish, glass, and utensils.

"They did, yes. They all don't really care for romance too much, but they always read my books and encouraged me to follow my dreams. So I did that, after college, and here I am. The writer I have always wanted to be."

He smiled softly and shut the water off then dried the dish, glass, and the utensils with a blue dish towel. He put them all away then turned to me.

"I hope my questions don't offend you."

I shook my head and could only marvel at his magnificent beauty. This man was as gorgeous as a Fallen Angel and he was mine. Who knew?

"Would you like to sit before a fire?" He asked softly.

I blinked, his voice bringing me back to reality. I looked up at him and nodded.

"All right."

I had finished eating and slid off of the stool. I grasped the bowl and spoon then walked to the sink, placing it inside. He then grasped my arm and pulled me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his waist then looked up at him as he spoke.

"And who knows. Maybe I'll be feeding from you tonight. And maybe," he leaned down and whispered into my ear. "Maybe I'll make you scream in pleasure."

My eyes grew wide and I gasped. He smirked and laid his big hand on my behind then flitted us to his bedroom…