So, um chapter six is upon us.

I still can't get over that people like this, it is very surreal.

Thank you all.

Hellbreaker: I love your name. Thank you. I was hoping "Shopping and Other Things" was a cute chapter . . . for others, I mean. Also, I do not care that you use another chapter to review a chapter, just tell me like you did. I am going to have the rest of the Fenton's find out about Jazz and Vlad. I am also going to use that line. It is an excellent line. I will credit you. I think Jack will be happy that his daughter is with a good man but pissed off that his best friend is that man.

sammansonrepilica: I shall! I feel bad that it may take a while!

RevenantBlue: Thank you. I try to write to the best of my ability. Also, I will never explain it in the story but the reason why Sam's mother is being so mature and motherly is because of her pregnancy. She isn't consciously aware that because of her pregnancy she wants to bond with her first born. She's being mature because of the pregnancy; again, it is not consciously. She needs to eat right, exercise in the right way, and take the proper dosage of medicine to not harm the baby, that is consciously, but that is reflecting in the rest of her life. Since she is excepting her hormones are everywhere and she misses Sam and wants to bond with her. I know that you were not asking about that, but I just wanted to let you know why.

SuperGeorgia: Thank you.

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So I think I'm going to do Jazz's story line for a while, I thought I would just write that one chapter. But at the current moment I'm feeling very uninspired to write the other part of the story. My logic is that if I write this, then I'll get some spark of inspiration. Hopefully my muse will allow me to access the creativity :3

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Chapter Six. Bouncing Back and Other Things

A few weeks had gone by since the incident at the gynecologist; Jazz did not know what was going to happen between Vladimir and herself. He was there, at the apartment, but he wasn't truly there. Then again, neither was she. She felt like she had betrayed him. She felt a monster. Her body betrayed her and took a precious being away from them both. She hated herself. She hated what her body did to her. Her and Vladimir. She hated the woman who pushed her. Most of all she was so scared of losing Vladimir.

The nights that Vladimir was gone, she cried herself to sleep. Not only for the baby that she had lost but for what seemed like a now decaying weird relationship.

The gynecologist told her that she was going to miscarry anyway because of where the baby was, but he woman just triggered it sooner. She had to explain this because her lawyer told her to and because the woman could counter sue Jazz. Despite the risks of being counters sued for whatever the woman may want, Jazz still wanted to go through with it. All Jazz really wanted from her was a simple apology and for her to go through at least six months of intensive behavioral therapy, but that was to her and her diary only. The apology was already on the record. Vladimir was not in the lawsuit because he didn't want Danny or any other Fenton to know about him and her. Jazz agreed that was the best. That conversation was one of the few times that Vladimir had talked to her.

School was her distraction; she spent more time on homework and studying than she normally would have done. After her final class of the day, she would be at one of her schools libraries, studying one thing or another, or reading a book she has never heard of until then. She would stay until closing. It was a distraction. A good distraction. She knew she had to confront Vladimir about the thing that was distancing them, but she couldn't emotionally handle it at the moment. She doesn't think that she could ever handle it. But she needed to. They both needed to.

"Jazz, the library will be closing in about ten minutes." One of the elder librarians, who came to know Jazz well, spoke to her.

Jazz looked up, "thank you."

She nodded and walked away, pushing a cart.

Jazz sighed. Distraction over. The book that she was reading was good, but long. She always finished the books that she picked out, but not this one. Jazz decided to check it out. She went up to the librarian at the front counter.

"May I help you Jazz?" She asked with a soft smile.

"Yes, I want to check this out, please."

"With pleasure. Student I.D card and book, please." Jazz handed the book to the librarian and then proceeded to go through her messenger bag for her wallet, and quickly found it; she opened it and took out her student I.D. The elderly librarian did her thing and handed back the book and Jazz's I.D. "It is due back next week, but I have a feeling that I'll be seeing it tomorrow or the following day." Her smile was buoyant and friendly. Jazz gave her a half hearted smile in return. She felt so dead inside. As she began to walk off, the librarian stopped her. "Jazz, you always seem so distant. What have you been through recently?"

Jazz bit her lip as she looked at her feet. "I miscarried."

"Oh, dear. That is something no woman should ever go through." The librarian looked shocked and sad. "But Jazz, honey, don't let it rule your life. It is a terrible thing but it shouldn't let it consume your life."

"I know that and I want to apply it to my life."

"But what is stopping you."

Jazz felt really embarrassed as to why she hasn't really moved on. "I don't know how."

The librarian smiled. "No one does. They just do. Go home and start living your life the way that you've always done." She advised.

"Thank you." Jazz smiled. She nodded and Jazz left the library. Jazz felt a new found hope in her. The only time she felt like this was when Danny was about to cheat on the C.A.T's and he did not. She had trusted her younger brother, and she wanted to world for him, she had never thought that he would cheat.

Jazz sighed out loud. That was when she realized she no idea where she was. She looked behind her, and the scene was unfamiliar to her. This wasn't a good place either; buildings were boarded up, falling apart, and tagged. She must've taken a wrong turn. Panic overcame her. She was never this irresponsible. Her hearted tightened while it sped up. She swallowed. The street lights were out, and the moon was a waning crescent.

"You look lost little girl?" A thug looking guy came walking up to her. More of people who looked like thugs were coming up to her, all male. She swallowed again.

"I, I'm not. I just got turned around a little. I can find my way around." Fear was clearly in her voice. She was trying to sound confident, but failed at doing so. She was scared. Only once did she ever felt this afraid before; it was when Dark Danny had them tied to the Nasty Burgers boiler and it was about to explode.

"Let us, help you." He offered, but there was a look in his eyes that freaked Jazz out. Ghosts she could handle, living, she could not. Even though she had training, all her training went out the window. Her flight or right response kicked in and it was to run and run far.

"No, thank you." Fear still in her voice.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Let us help you. Maybe we can rock your world." Another male said. Thanks to the little moonlight she did have she could see the lust was in his eyes. Jazz swallowed again.

Then someone grabbed her arm but she kicked him in the stomach and took off running in the direction that was the quickest way out; whoever they were, they were surrounding her. As she was about to exit the semi circle, someone grabbed her hand, hard, causing her to fall to the ground, landing on her back. She hit her head hard against the pavement. The pain shot through her, but it wasn't anything like that of a miscarriage. She kicked the guy who grabbed her in the leg, he screamed and let go of Jazz, and she somehow got herself up, but another brute cut her at the side of her stomach. She ran, and ran hard. She turned down an alley, and then down another. She ended up in another street. They knew this area better than she did; they caught up with her. She knew that if she screamed, no one would 'hear' her. She took off again, now she was really lost. Jazz wished that Danny was here to save her. Then she realized that she had another halfa on speed dial, who was much closer. She took out her cell phone as she ran.

"Pick up," She whispered. Fear pouring out of her. The thugs were creeping up on her. She thought they were doing that to feel and be completely defenseless. Voicemail. Damn!

"The police will never help you!" One of them yelled.

"Vlad help!" She whispered. "I don't know where I am. Please. Help." Without ending the call, she put her phone in her pocket as Jazz ran down another alley, but it was a dead end. They had quickly surrounded her. She went to the other end of the alley. There were no fire escapes, there were no ladders. Jazz was in danger. She swallowed. She winched at her side. She turned around and there was no chance of escape.

Then the thugs pounced, attacking Jazz. She tried blocking them out. She closed her eyes, tried putting herself into a fetal position. She heard her own clothes being torn and ripped. She wanted them to stop. The beating she was taking was too much. She thought she'd pass out.

Vlad where are you!?

Then the pain stopped, and she heard a male screams through her covered ears. She opened her eyes, as they readjusted, she saw that Vlad was in his ghost form and was beating the thugs up. Relief, appreciation, and several other emotions were bubbling over inside of her. She slowly got up. Jazz used the brick wall for support, she was dizzy and nauseous, and in extreme pain, as Vlad let the 'leader' fall to the ground. He looked pissed off. He felt like he could rip the heads off all of these sorry excuse of men. But all that melted when his eyes landed on Jazz, nothing but love and concern. He flew over to her

"I need to get you to the hospital." He whispered, as he held back the tears.

Jazz fell into him. He caught her. She began to cry. "I just want to go home."

"I'll take you back to Amity Park, then." His voice sounded so disappointed. But Jazz didn't take note, all that mattered was that she was holding him.

Jazz looked up at him. "No, not there." She whispered, tears flooding down her face.

"Then where?" Vladimir asked concern clearly in his voice.

"The apartment, that is home." Jazz whispered.

Vladimir carefully picked her up, and flew her back to where she lived. She arms were wrapped around Vladimir's neck as her head rested her arm. Vladimir could feel her eyes staring at him. He was relieved that she was alive. But he wanted to kill those bastards, he could of. But he didn't. He couldn't. Not in front of Jazz.

He went through the walls, and gently, let her go to her feet. She stared at him with a looked that Vladimir never saw before. He went back into his human form, something that was automatic. He was getting hard. Why was he? Especially of what had just happened. How was he hard? Why was he hard? Then he realized that Jazz was leading them to the bed.

"We shouldn't. Not with just happened."

Jazz begged with her eyes. "Please." She whispered. "Please." Vladimir gave into his desires and lusts and he lavished her. There was no regret, even in the following morning. There was no regret.

Vlad was the first to wake and he noticed that Jazz was one top of him, with his arms wrapped around her small frame. Even though it was a horrible experience and pain, Vladimir couldn't help but think that this was probably what they needed to get back to how it was before, maybe even more. He hoped for more. He didn't understand why he was falling for Jazz. Yeah, she was smart and beautiful. He asked her because she looked so much like Maddie, but it wasn't that anymore. At first when we saw Jazz, he saw Maddie, now Maddie was Maddie and Jazz was Jazz. She was different from that of her mother in so many ways. Vladimir kissed the top of Jazz's head.

"Huh?" Jazz mumbled as she looked up to Vladimir. "Morning." She slurred.

"Morning hun. How'd you sleep?"

"The best in weeks." Jazz spoke groggily. She curled up more, if that was even possible, to Vladimir.

Vladimir smiled at Jazz. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Mmmm. Food."

"I know food, bur what kind of food."

"The edible kind." Vladimir smiled at Jazz's answer.

"Okay, edible. What edible foods do you desire right now?"

"Mmmm. Waffles and fried eggs with a spicy sausage."

"Sounds delicious."

"It sounds delicious to me too. But I'll cook it later; I want to stay like this a little bit longer."

"As do I."

Jazz reached up and kissed Vladimir on the lips; he kissed back. When Vladimir was about to pull away, because he thought Jazz was going to do the same thing, Jazz's tongue pushed up against his lips, asking permission to enter. This shocked him. He opened his mouth to let her enter. She felt around. This was odd for Jazz, the texture and the taste of his mouth, but she loved the sensation. Vladimir started feeling up her tongue and then slithered into her mouth. A minute after Jazz started Vladimir pulled back and started nibbling on her neck. Jazz gasped.

With a surprised to both parties, Vladimir had somehow managed to get Jazz on her back and him on top of her without any effort or injury.

Jazz flushed as she looked Vladimir in the eye, begging him to fuck her. He didn't want to, he wanted to tease her and play with her more, but his own sexual desires gave in and he lavished her once more.

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School is a love hate thing for me. I love learning but I hate that I'm always mentally exhausted and my creativity is constantly depleted. It took me almost a month to write this chapter. A freakin' month! Good thing school is almost over; I'm taking two seven week courses, then I'm freeee!

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