A/N sorry its been so long but this chapter has been particualry hard to write. i also have been trying to work on my other story Child of Wolves more often. it is not posted here because it is totally original and there is no place to post it. If you would like to read it you can go search google for Vampires of nite and it should be the first site up then scroll down to - originals - Child of Wolves.

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Chapter 5

Of course with Kyle driving so fast it didn't take us long to reach his house. It was a huge red brick house with at least three stories tucked neatly against a thick forest.

"C'mon we need to get you inside," he said quickly lifting me out of he midnight blue Mercedes. His arms felt strong and comfortable under my body. I surprised myself by not asking to be put down; maybe it was because I knew he wouldn't

His eyes flickered apprehensively toward the forest as he carried me up to the house. He set me down gently on my feet as we entered though a heavy wooded side door.

Taking my hand he lead me though a wide hallway full of paintings and pictures toward what had to be the living room. It was a large room with a huge flat screen TV and three very comfortable looking leather couches.

Kyle pulled me over to one of the giant leather couches and sat me down onto it. He sat next to me holding my upper arms in his hands.

"Cris," he looked seriously into my eyes, "are you okay?"

I couldn't help but look away; his tone made me think back to what happened. The guy…Troy…grabbing me —wanting to take me somewhere. I remembered his face…his terrifyingly beautiful pale face—and his eyes…those startlingly familiar ruby eyes. And Kyle… his look of fury as Troy held me.

Slowly I nodded my head, though staring down at my hands that lay folded across my lap. Kyle reached up with one pale hand and pulled my chin away from my chest forcing me to look into the tempest of sapphire, which were his eyes.

"Tell me again, are you alright." I tried to nod, I knew I should have…but I couldn't. My body shook and I burst into tears. I felt cold sturdy arms wrap themselves around me as Kyle pulled me into his chest. I sobbed into his chest as he gently rocked me back and forth on his lap, shushing me gently. I felt his cheek gently rest on the top of my head, while a soothing long fingered hand brushed my ponytail.

It took me several minuets to calm down, and afterward I was embarrassed. I had no idea what caused my break down. All I knew was I never wanted to see that Troy guy again.

At last I looked up into Kyle's pale flawless face; it brimmed with concern. His strangely cool hand reached up and wiped my tear-stained face. My skin electrified with pleasure. I'd never noticed how good his touch felt. I sighed and laid my head back against his chest.

We sat there silently, him holding me tightly against his hard chest. Questions were gnawing at my inside, finally I asked, "Who was he?" My voice muffled against his chest.

I felt him sigh before his strong arms pulled me away from his chest. Two decisions bounced around in his dazzling eyes. I waited for him to choose one, which surprised me, patients was not usually one of my strong points.

"I guess you have a right to know." He said hesitantly, his voice was soft, though I could hear pain in it.

I waited silently though impatiently as Kyle appeared to be collecting his thoughts.

"That guy who grabbed you today-Troy-either wanted to take you away to kill you or to change you." Kyle's eyes were sad and he spoke each word with careful articulation.

"Kill me," I squeaked, "why would he want to kill me?"

"Or change you." Kyle's voice emphasized the first word.

"Wait…change me into what?" I asked carefully. Kyle looked away from my eyes.

"Change you into one of us." He said warily. I just stared at him confused though my heart started to pound against my chest. He sighed and gazed deep into my normal brown eyes with his brilliant blue ones.

"Change you into a vampire."

I continued to just stare at him, not sure if I heard him right. A what? But they don't exist, vampires are just legends to scare little kids.

Finally I found my voice, "But they don't exist. They're just legends." My voice shook with anticipation.

Kyle took my face in his cool hands. "No, they're not Cris. Troy is a vampire…I am a vampire."

"No…but that's not possible." I tried to get up from the couch. "If you are a vampire then don't you drink… blo…bloo…" I couldn't say it.

"Cris, listen to me…I'm here to protect you – not to harm you – I would never harm you. Cris…stop." I was shaking – trying to break free from his grip. His eyes locked into my pleadingly.

I froze under his intense gaze. My heart pounded harder and my breath came in short bursts.

Kyle wrapped his arms around me pulling once again into his chest. "Shh…Cris breathe." He closeness caused me to relax. I realized then how much I actually trusted him.

I sat there again leaning against his muscled body, breathing in what I now realized was his own sweet scent. My mind was still reeling and I had to slow it down or I'd throw up.

"So…" I mumbled into his blue polo shirt. "Um…why do you need to protect me?"

"So Troy doesn't kill you," he whispered simply.

"Why does Troy want to k-k-kill me?" I stuttered slightly. "I mean two days ago I was just a normal girl. What did I do?"

"You did nothing wrong…though you have never been necessary normal." I pulled my face away from his chest, opening my mouth to speak, but before the word could escape a cold finger pressed my lips together.

"Why don't you just listen to me now." I opened my mouth again to protest.

"But—"

"Please, just listen." His eyes pleased with me. I consented and he removed his hand from my lips placing it on my knee. A spasm of pleasure rocked up my spine as I tried to suppress a sigh. Kyle smiled.

"First let me explain about vampires. We do not all attack humans to drink their blood. Some go after animals; others are able to obtain blood from a blood bank but there are still some who insist on attacking humans." I shuttered at the thought. Kyle squeezed my hand gently and continued.

"There are seven different clans of vampires each distinctive for the color of their eye. Mark, Kara, Brea and I are part of the Sapphire clan because of our blue eyes," he explained. "Troy is part of the Ruby clan and there are also Emerald, Topaz, Amethyst, Onyx, and Ametrine."

"What's Ametrine?" I broke in quickly.

"It's a stone that starts purple and turns gold. It's really quite pretty.

"Anyway back to the story. Well each clan was united under one leader who is more powerful than the other vampires. However he was killed several years ago and now each clan is fighting for the top spot, since his successor had not been found. Now we are on a brink of a civil war, each clan had taken a side: Emerald, Topaz, Sapphire and Ruby, Amethyst, Onyx. Ametrine hasn't taken a side they really don't care which side takes the power and they will fight for whoever pays them the most."

"So what does this have to do with Troy wanting to kill me?" I said carefully still unable to peel my eyes away from his face.

"Well, the night you parents died they had gone out to a bar, I believe and ran, unfortunately, into one of the Ruby vamps, Josh. Well, Josh was young and moved up in the ranks of his clan very quick. He was used to getting what he wanted and he wanted you mother. However you father became angry and punched him. In anger Josh revealed that he was a vampire. Your parents managed to reach their car but under vampire law any human who discovers our true nature must be either killed or changed. So Josh, not wanting to go though the trouble of changing them, put Troy in charge of killing them."

I was crying again though the tears ran silently down my cheeks. I was surprised I still had tears to shed.

Kyle didn't even try to say any words of comfort, knowing they would not ease my pain.

My parents had been murdered, not just killed but murdered because a vampire could not get what he wanted.

"B-b-but I d-d-didn't know v-vampires existed, so w-wh-why is Troy after m-m-me?" My body shook just as bad as my voice as I croaked out that sentence.

"I don't know." The reply came soft and quiet, muffed in my hair. "My guess is that he wanted to wipe out your whole family. The Ruby clan does not care for the personal feelings of humans or other vamps for that record.

"You're probably wondering why you weren't killed a year ago with your parents." I nodded. That thought had been sitting around in my brain since Kyle told me that my parents were killed by Troy. Kyle pulled me closer to his chest. His delightfully cool hand rubbing up and down my back.

"Well," he continued, "it probably has to do with the fact that you were already protected by another vampire, Will of the Emerald clan."

"Why…why do you need to protect me?" I inquired indigently.

"Because I am connected to you. Have you heard of sole mate?" I nodded. "Well, its is kind of like that. When I first saw you about two years ago I knew something about you made you special. Ever since then I have been keeping an eye on you. I even followed you to Europe when you went with the school. I felt alive when I was near you. I was jealous when any other boy looked at you."

I giggled slightly, though my eyes where still sore from tears.

"What?" Kyle looked down at me with a confused expression on his face.

"So…you were stalking me?" I smiled slightly. He shrugged.

"I guess you could say that. Anyway I would have taken Troy out the minute he threatened you; however it was not my clan's territory so I technically could do nothing. Yet your old house sat on a border between Ruby territory and Emerald territory, so I asked Will to watch you and make sure Troy didn't try anything."

"Oh I remember him. He was there when the police questions about my parents." I could picture that night; it was a clear night with a shining crescent moon. Two men had come to my house one was stocky, dark skinned with brown eyes and hair. The other was tall pale skinned with black hair and brilliantly pure green eyes. Though eyes stood out most vividly in my memory. They sparked a memory of something else. That same night a social worker had come to talk about my options. The man with green eyes, Will, was still there. Bored, I had glanced out the window and stared straight into a pair of blood red stones, which I realized now had been eyes. I gasped.

"What is it?" Kyle asked, his voice low with concern.

"I remember where I saw those eyes, Troy's eyes. He was there at my house the night my parents died. He must have been waiting for me." My voice shook, I could no longer control my movements.

"Cris, you have to stop this. You are safe now. I will NOT let Troy touch you again." His voice was fierce and his confidence caused me to calm down. Though I still shook slightly with anxiety.

Kyle again pulled me even closer to his body. His sweet scent filled my nostrils as his strong solid arms closed around me.

"You have to listen to me, Cris. The reason Will was there was to protect you and he found out something really important. You remember what I said before about the vampire leader being killed. Our leaders are always more powerful then an average vamp so when they are killed their 'Power' does not just disappear but finds a new 'host' to inhabit. That person is distained to lead the vampires." I nodded slowly showing Kyle I understood.

"Well, Will found the next leader." Kyle looked pointedly at me.

"What me, how's that possible? Doesn't the leader have to be a vampire?" My voice had shot up three octaves in shock.

"Yes, that's why you are so interesting. Here take off your blue shirt." I glanced at him confused but obliged and pulled off my first layer. Kyle then reached around to my right shoulder and pulled my knit tee down until it revealed my shoulder blade.

"Yes, you have the mark." His voice was a mix of disappointment and satisfaction.

"I have the what?"

"The mark, a crescent moon shaped scar right next to your shoulder blade."

"I've always had that scar. My mom always told me it was a birth mark." I tugged my shoulder away and the knit fabric sprung back into place. "How do you know it's the mark?"

"Because every leader has had that mark imprinted on them. It a sign of their authority." Kyle looked at me, his face completely smooth and his voice revealing no emotion.

"So are you telling me that I am the queen of the vampires now." I said breathlessly.

"I guess you could say you are a queen, though most vamps don't like that term because it makes the leader sound like he or she has total power over them."

"Okay…okay, hold on, just yesterday I was a normal girl and now you decide that I'm supposed to be the vampire leader. Are you kidding me?" I could not believe what I was hearing. This was too much. First I find out the guy I absolutely adore is a vampire. Next my parents were killed by a vampire and now I'm the leader of the vampires. How could this be happening?

"No, I didn't decide the Powers did. We, vampires, cannot decide who the next leader is. The Powers do." His spoke slowly trying to get me to understand each word.

"Kyle, pinch me," I commanded.

"What?" his eyebrows pulled together confused.

"Pinch me." I said again.

"Why?"

"So I can wake up." I gave him the duh look. Kyle laughed. "What?" My feelings hurt.

"I'm not going to pinch you. You're not dreaming." Kyle said still laughing.

I crossed my arms stubbornly, "Fine then prove it." Kyle looked down at me and his face turned serious.

"You really want me to?"

"Yes," I replied wondering if he was actually going to pinch me.

"Remember I told you that I was connected to you. Well this is how I connect you to me." His cold hands grasped my face pulling it up to his. I could not turn away even if I wanted to. His breath was intoxicating; my mind blurred. Then I felt them the same cool lips that had brushed my cheek that one day now closed on my own lips.

I froze shocked for a moment (I had never been actually kissed before). The movement of his lips though they were cold and hard loosened mine. I kissed him back as hard as I could. My arms snaked around his neck and tangled themselves into his copper streaked hair.

One of his large hands left my face and slid down to the small of my back forcing me closer to him. I could not have pulled away even if I wanted to. A force bound us together and it was all I could do to remember to breathe.