Me:- I AM SORRY!!! Don't hurt me! Pweese? –Runs away from fans who plan to kill me-

Wit:- HAHAHAHA!!!

Me:- shut up stupid dog!! Least you could do is help me!

Wit:- Nope!

Chapter Twelve Sacrifice…

I woke to the sound of people talking. My eyes fluttered open and I saw men sitting around me. They were talking in a different language as they whispered softly. I glanced around when someone grabbed my shoulder. I felt fear shoot through my body as the touch was oddly familiar.

"Rush…?" I asked.

"Nope, someone much more dangerous." The voice whispered harshly. I gulped in my air and closed my eyes, praying for Jason to be at my side.

"Now, Ladies and Gentlemen. We now have our sacrifice!" My eyes widened in shock as the person pushed me to my feet. He shoved me forward and I looked up to see Mr. Trueheart in front of me.

"Sacrifice?" I asked, looking up to the man holding my shoulder. He smiled slightly and I saw his fangs clearly.

"We need the blood of a pure-hearted person, female preferably, although it does not have to be."

"But…I am no pure-hearted person!"

"Who ever said it was you?"

"What…? No…Jason…" My heart skipped in my chest, my breath hitched in my throat and my chest started to throb. Jason was not the one they wanted…they would never have him. Not as long as I drew breath. I grabbed the man's hand and flipped him over my shoulder, throwing him to the ground. I then leapt to my feet and charged the leader of the group. He called himself Drake. Drake looked up and smiled as I charged him. I threw my fist forward, thrusting all of my strength into my arm. Drake lifted the palm of his hand and blocked it easily. I heard something snap and felt pain shot through my arm. But I gritted my teeth and swung out with my legs, attempting to trip him up. Drake gracefully leapt over my leg and landed lightly on the balls of his feet. I tried to get back to my feet, but Drake already had his hand clamped tightly over my ankle and held me in place.

"I will admit, that was very brave of you, mortal. But you don't stand a chance against me…no one does." He twisted my ankle and I bit my tongue, holding back my scream of agony. I glared at Drake as one of his members came forward and bound my hands behind my back. I growled and fought against him, but he tightened my hands even more.

"What do you want with Jason?!" I demanded, looking over to Drake.

"That which we cannot feel but can sense. We want his loyalty, his commitment to us."

"Why!?"

"Because we can." Drake smiled, fangs pulled across his pale lips. I struggled against the man behind me as he shoved me out of the room.

"I won't let you get to him, not on my life!!" I shouted as the man shoved me into a cell. I fell to my knees and skinned them up, bruising them. I growled as I stood to my feet, watching the other vampire walk away. I sighed and looked around, searching for a way out.

"I need to get to Jason…soon. Before this clan plans anything." I whispered, feeling tears run down my cheeks.

"Dani…?" I looked up and saw someone from the clan.

"Who are…?"

"No time. Here, take these. Do you know how to use them?" he asked as he handed me a pistol. I turned it over in my hands and glanced back up.

"Never had, but not to late too learn." He nodded and opened the cell door.

"WARREN! What do you think you are doing?!" one vampire shouted as I stepped out of the cell. Warren lifted his blade up as I aimed my gun.

"Fire now!" he shouted. I pulled the trigger and felt the gun shake in my hands. The bullet left the barrel and missed the vampire by a long shot.

"Aim with one eye, not both!" I nodded and closed my left eye, aiming with my right. My father had taught me a little bit about firing guns, so I set myself through the steps. I inhaled and relaxed my body. I then squeezed the trigger and not jerk it. The bullet struck the vampire in the chest, right in the heart. The bullet was coated with a thin, thin layer of silver as it struck home.

Warren looked up and smiled softly.

"Alright, let's move." He grabbed my hand and led me towards the exit. I followed him outside and smiled at the dim sunlight that was left from the setting sun. Warren took my hand again and led me away from the warehouse.

"They don't have Jason yet, do they?" I asked. Warren glanced over his shoulder, then forward again.

"Do they?!" I stopped, pulling my hand away.

"I had to get you away so you wouldn't see what they would do to him…"

"What?! No…" I spun around and ran back into the warehouse, Warren following me. I broke open the doors and stumbled to a stop.

"The Ceremony has already ended. She is done now, right Master?" Warren looked up.

"She is done."

"NO! I WILL NOT LEAVE HIM!!" Warren wrapped his arms around my waist and led me away. I fought against him as tears flowed from my cheeks. "Not him, God, not him…if you really do exist, now is the time to prove it. God, I place my life in your hands…just help me save him!" I slammed my elbow into Warren's stomach and ran forward. I slammed into someone and looked up, seeing Jason. He smiled sweetly and ran his hand over my cheek.

"If I go crazy, will you still call me Superman? If I am alive and well, will you be there holding my hand?" he whispered into my ear. I wrapped my arms tight around his back, pulling him as close as possible to me. Jason lowered his lips to my neck and I did not flinch away. I felt his lips pull back and I felt his fangs dig into my throat. But I did not scream, I just cried.

"As long as you'll be my friend at the end…" I whispered, feeling my life slip away slowly. I knew he had been changed, knew there was nothing I could do. My time was up, but I had just one request.

"Save him…save my Angel of Darkness…" I strangled. I smiled as I looked up to Jason. "I feel there is n-nothing left I can do…" I fell to my knees, still holding Jason's hand.

"Well done. Well done." Someone was congratulating him. That is why they took my father. They needed me…they wanted Jason. I was the final test…and Jason had passed with flying colors.

"I am s-s-s-sorry…so sorry…" Darkness closed in on me as I was slowly placed on the ground. Gently, delicately. That was the last thing I ever felt…ever.