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Chapter 2: Beth's POV

I was standing in Josh's office when the call came in. It didn't sound like good news. "Well?" I asked him.

He sighed. "That was Victorville PD. On their way to the bus station they came across a fresh accident scene. Apparently, Mick and Lenny stole a police cruiser…"

What? I thought. That can't be right…why would they run? And in a stolen police car? But what Josh said next shocked me even more.

"…they were attacked," he continued. "Looks like they're dead."

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. "Dead?" I cried. "There must be some mistake." Mick's immortal. He saved me. He can't die.

"The car was in flames. It's too hot to even get close," Josh informed me.

I turned around so Josh wouldn't see me choking back tears. He'd never understand why Mick was so important to me. Mick had shown me another world hiding right in front of me that I'd never seen before. He'd trusted me with his most private secrets. With Mick, there was always the possibility of adventure. It was exciting. And now it was gone forever.

"I'm sorry," Josh whispered. "Are you okay?"

I took a deep breath to channel my sadness into anger. "You got a big problem," I spat, spinning around to face him. "Mick didn't talk to anyone but you and I."

Confusion flashed across his face. "Are you suggesting that I'm the leak?" he asked incredulously.

"I'm saying that someone on your team is responsible, and you should find out who." I turned around and stalked out of his office.

I drove home in a daze, barely able to concentrate on the road ahead of me. My mind was a million miles away. I parked the car and walked into the empty house. I sat down on the couch, and only then did I allow myself to break down and cry.

I don't know how long I sat there sobbing. When the tears stopped I just sat and stared into space. I didn't know how to deal with this. Just when Mick and I were starting to get closer, this had to happen. I couldn't even allow myself the vain hope that he'd survived. Vampires could survive almost anything, but fire would kill them.

I was jolted out of my thoughts when my phone rang. I didn't bother to look at the number before I answered.

"Hey, it's Lenny Hayes," the voice on the other end said.

I sat up, shocked. "Are you all right?" I asked. She assured me that she was. Then I asked to talk to Mick.

"Um, Mick's not doing too good," she replied, worried. "We had to walk a couple miles to get to this old motel and it was hot. Really hot." Sunlight, I realized. "But he's alive?" I asked. Technically, undead, but we'll stick with "alive."

"Yeah," Lenny assured me. "He's alive." She sounded grateful.

I pulled up the directions to the motel she told me about, and ran out. I nearly forgot to lock the door behind me. I drove as fast as I could, praying I wouldn't run into any police cars. I had to save Mick. He'd saved me. I would do everything in my power to save him.

I found the room easily. Mick was in the bathroom. I told Lenny to wait outside. Mick was laying in the tub, which was filled with ice water. When I walked in, he was completely submerged. I had to pull him out. For a few horrible moments, I thought it was too late. "Mick? Mick!" I called his name over and over. "Stay with me," I pleaded. Finally he opened his eyes. I noticed with horror that they were yellow.

"I bit her," he cried. I realized he was delirious. "I'll die before I feed on her."

I looked him right in the eyes. "Mick, Lenny's in the other room," I assured him. "She's fine." He must have heard me, because he seemed to snap out of it. I smiled, and after a moment he smiled back.

"I guess…I guess I am a delicate flower," he stuttered.

"I guess you are," I agreed.

"Take Lenny back," Mick urged me seriously. "Get her out of here. He's coming."

"I'm not leaving," I protested. I had come here to save Mick.

"You have to protect her now," he told me. He looked ready to give up, but I wasn't giving up on him.

"You're dying!" I cried. I had to save him. How? The answer came to me. I had what he needed more than anything. Was I willing to go that far? I'd promised myself to do anything in my power to save Mick. I owed him my life, and I wanted to show him that I trusted him as much as he trusted me. Trembling, I stood up and took off my coat. I pulled my hair to the side, exposing my neck. "I don't know how to do this," I began, "but I know you need it, so…"

"No!" Mick shouted immediately. "Get out! Get out!"

He'd rather die than hurt me, I realized. But I was going to save him. His protests only made me more convinced that I was doing the right thing. "You need blood," I argued.

"No! Not yours," he protested.

"Look…" I began. I reached down and grabbed his face again.

He interrupted me. "Not like this."

How did you want to do it? I wondered briefly. "I want to do this," I said resolutely. The time for doubt had passed. Now it was Mick's decision. We stared at each other for a long moment. In that moment something passed between us. Silently, he accepted my decision. "I know you won't kill me, and I know you wouldn't try to turn me, either," I told him. "I've got this vampire friend who's been explaining this stuff."

There was no turning back now. I took deep breaths, trying to keep my breathing even. A voice in the back of my mind was screaming that this was a bad idea, that I had to take Mick's advice and run, but I didn't listen. I was scared, but I'd made up my mind. Slowly, he reached over and grabbed my arm. His fingers were hot against my skin. My pulse was racing and I gasped for breath. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to watch.

"At some point," Mick said, "you're gonna have to stop me."

A moment later, I felt myself exploding. There was no other way to describe the pain. I struggled for breath, fighting to remain conscious. There was pain, nothing but pain… Dimly, I was aware that my head was resting on Mick's shoulder. Everything else was going fuzzy. At last the pain subsided.

"Beth," Mick called. His voice sounded very far away. "Beth? Oh God, I'm sorry…" I heard his voice calling my name as I slipped into unconsciousness.

The next thing I remembered, Mick's hand was on my shoulder. Moonlight was streaming through the bathroom window. "Beth…" He paused, trying to find the right words. I hoped he wouldn't be stupid enough to ask me if I was all right. "Thanks," he said finally.

I nodded dumbly, not sure what to say myself. "Yeah." I sat up slowly, trying to gauge the extent of the damage. It actually wasn't much worse than when Josh and I'd gone to the blood drive together, except for the pain in my arm. I looked down at it for the first time. It looked bad. The actual bite marks were pretty small, but my arm was covered in blood.

Mick passed me a hand towel. "It's not as bad as it looks," he promised.

I pressed the towel to my arm. The red seeped through. Trying not to look at the bloodstain, I carefully stood up and walked into the main room. It was very quiet and very dark. "Lenny?" I called carefully.

Someone stepped out of the shadows and put a hand over my mouth. I let out a muffled cry when I felt the barrel of a gun against my temple. "Scream and you're dead," he warned me. "Scream and you're dead. Where's the girl?"

There was a crash and suddenly the man let go of me. I stumbled and fell. A moment later there was a sickening crack, and then the man was lying on the floor with his head turned almost backwards. I looked up and saw Mick's arms sticking through the door…or what was left of it, anyway. Which meant that Mick had killed him.

He opened the door and saw me on the floor. "Are you all right?" he asked, concerned.

It was all I could do to nod. For the first time, I understood what Mick meant when he said he was dangerous. He was a killer. And he'd nearly killed me. My arm was still throbbing, and my fingers were sticky from holding the bloody towel.

Lenny ran over and gave Mick a hug. He looked down at me. His eyes asked a silent question: Are we all right?

I stared back up at him. Mick, the vampire who'd saved my life. Again. The one who complicated things with my boyfriend and drank my freaking blood and showed me a world that was more fantastic than anything I could ever dream of. I couldn't process everything at once. I looked down at my arm again, then back up at Mick. Were we all right? Maybe we are. We will be. I don't know.

Chapter 3: Mick's POV coming soon!