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I'm sorry that I haven't been writing as much as I usually do. My computer is old and ancient and it keeps kicking me off or freezing or something like that and I can never get anything on here. Sometimes it won't even let me log on. Ugh! But anyways, it's on here now, so hopefully you'll read it and like it. I know you guys were probably waiting for this to happen sometime (what happens in this chapter) but you're probably going to be disappointed in the end of the chapter, it doesn't go so well. But not everything goes well, I guess.

Please tell me what you think.

"You will follow me to the dinning hall, won't you?" the priest said, looking behind him at us as he walked towards a hallway off to the side.

"Yes, we will, thank you for your hospitality, Great Priest," Robert said bowing unnecessarily for the priest.

"It is a pleasure, I assure you," the priest said. "And please call me Geoff. Great Priest is far too formal."

"Sure, Geoff," Robert said back.

We then continued to follow Geoff through the hallway, deeper into the church.

It would be awfully hard to get out of here in a hurry, I thought.

Jon looked at me meaningfully and grabbed my arm to slow my pace enough for us to talk to each other without Geoff hearing.

"E, what are we going to do? We can't eat food, we can't drink anything."

"We can eat and drink. We just don't like to. It's like breathing. We can do it or not do it. It's just not breathing becomes uncomfortable and eating and drinking is uncomfortable too. We can fool them. We can eat and drink and they won't suspect us anymore for a while."

"We better tell Robert that. I don't think that he knows our plan yet." Then Robert turned around and nodded.

"Well, evidently, he heard you and he knows," I said, smiling back at him.

We were led into a great room with serving people all around, standing in the attention position.

"This is our dining hall," Geoff began, "I hope you are hungry."

Jon looked at me, displeased that we'll have to endure eating a lot of food. Robert looked back at us and gave our arms a reassuring squeeze. We had to do it, no matter how uncomfortable or disgusting it was.

Geoff was shortly joined by Carlisle who had come from the kitchen.

"The chef will bring out the food momentarily, Father." Carlisle bowed again then stood straight and still, also in the attention position. I don't understand why he had to stand that way. Why did he have to act like one of the servants? He was The Great Priest's son, he shouldn't have to act like the maid.

"Carlisle, would you like to talk to me and Jon for a few minutes while we're waiting for the feast?" Carlisle looked at his father for a moment, who shook his head, before he turned back towards me to answer with a shake of his head and a mournful expression.

Then the kitchen staff started coming out with food and all the staff in the room went crazy trying to help them set everything up. Me, Jon and Robert looked at each other, amazed at how fast everyone moved after being still for so long. Then before too long, Geoff announced that we may take our seats at the table and begin feasting.

We sat in silence at first picking at what was put in front of us, eating very little.

"You guys don't have much of an appetite, do you? Eat! Don't be worried about impressing us with manners," Geoff said, urging us to eat.

"We're sorry, Geoff, we're just not used to eating so well. We normally just eat animals that we hunt and find, we rarely have this type of luxury," Robert explained.

"Well, while you're with me, you will have this kind of feast everyday. We take pride in it." Then Geoff smiled a meaty smile at Robert.

Then the bedroom maid came into the room to announce that our rooms were finished and we were finished up the feast.

"I know that you'll like our rooms for you three, our rooms always get many compliments." Geoff walked fast through the hallways, his great cape-like robe billowing from the speed.

"I'd like to thank you again, Geoff, for letting us stay here. It's very kind of you," Robert said.

"It's a pleasure, really." Geoff finally stopped at three doors. "These will be your rooms during your stay. If you need anything, there is a rope next to your bed, just pull it and someone will come to assist you."

"Thank you," I said quietly and he smiled at me.

"I do hope that you remember your name someday, it's probably just as beautiful as you."

Jon then started to get either jealous or angry. He said goodnight and went into one of the rooms, slamming the door.

"What was that all about?" the priest asked.

"He can be a little temperamental at times, you tend to get used to it," Robert answered.

I looked at them apologetically. "I better go in there and see what's wrong." I turned to the door and walked in, closing it behind me. It was pitch black in the room, but I could still see everything, including him.

"What do you want, E?" he asked all grouchy.

"Jon, what was that all about?" I pointed towards the door with my thumb.

"You're kidding?" Was all he said.

I walked over to him and plopped down on the bed next to him, putting my hands on his shoulder and laying my head on them.

"Please tell me." I gave him my innocent face and made my voice all sad.

He sighed, fighting the urge to look at me. "Why do you have to do that? Stop it."

I just looked at him with confusion. "What am I doing?"

He laughed then. "You've got to be joking."

I just sat there waiting for him to go on.

He just looked at me with this want in his eyes that I haven't seen before, not from him, anyway.

"E, you have no idea what you're doing. But it's killing me, please stop it. Stop making that face."

"And if I don't?" I challenged.

"Then I'll have no choice but to do what I'm thinking about doing."

"Which is?"

He didn't even answer me, he just took my face in his hands and kissed me. It was so intense that we were breathing hard when he pulled away.

"That is."

I looked into his eyes, and all I saw was hunger, but not for blood.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time, but I just couldn't. And when the priest said what he said, I couldn't take it. I went into my room before I could do anything that would give us away. I'm sorry. If you want, we can forget that it ever happened."

I couldn't answer, I was in so much shock. How can this be? How can Jon of all people love me? Jon didn't even want Robert to change me!

"I understand completely," Jon said, taking my silence as an answer. "It never happened, okay." He sounded really hurt. I have to say something. I have to tell him what I'm thinking. That I can't talk because I'm so shocked. I'm speechless, Jon! That's all!

But Jon can't read my mind. He doesn't know what I'm really thinking. And now, I've hurt his feelings way more than I ever imagined I could, and I didn't want to.

"I'll see you later, I guess." And he was out the door. I sat there for a moment, then curled into a ball on the middle of the bed and cried with nonexistent tears.