Author's Notes: Haha! Finally chapter 3! Okay folks, I promise I'll get this thing done by at the latest June of '10. Reviews, any sort of reviews will make my muse happy. I've gotten my muse back so keep my muse happy. I'm going to edit the first two chapters, nothing major just a few minor edits here and there.

Six months ago

She was alive. She was unconscious but as I reached down and checked for her pulse, I could feel her weak breathing. She would be alright. I had time to glance at her neck to where the two puncture marks were. Oddly enough, they weren't bleeding but already on their way to recovery.

I'd never seen a vampire feed before. It was... no different to how they portrayed it in the movies but watching it up close and personal was a whole different matter. The room went down a few degrees as he fed on her. Nasty chills were going through my spine. It was grossly fascinating. It was like watching a snake swallow an egg. It was creepy but immensely interesting that you would not be able to look away.

She was tense all throughout the beginning of the… feeding but after a few moments - that felt longer than it really was - she started to relax in his arms. It was like watching a glass of water tipping over in slow motion; you just couldn't do anything about it. Then she went limp in his arms and he had to shift so that he could carry her as he fed. After what felt like an eternity, a sickening eternity, he stopped and pulled away.

The process was amazingly clean. In movies they stain everything with bright red blood There was no blood on either of their clothes, no blood anywhere else. The only blood you could see was from his mouth, dripping slightly from his lips and on to his chin. But the blood that was on his lips evaporated from sight. I couldn't explain it, it was like... it was like disappearing ink.

"Bastard," she weakly gasped before giving into unconsciousness. He made no reply to her but instead looked at her silently. I could not read his features, he masked himself well and the moment past so suddenly that I was convinced that I might have made it up.

He laid her against the wall and without further ado, left, shutting the door tightly behind him.

Once he had left, it seemed like this thick fog that was making it difficult to breathe, let alone do anything, had lifted and we were free to move once again.

"Don't," commanded the dungeon's other occupant, as I immediately went to her to check for her pulse. "You don't even know who she is."

"She saved my sister." I replied. I felt somewhat indebted to her, for what she'd done, the least I could do was check to see if she was still alive.

The man scoffed. "I'm sure she made an admirable sacrifice." The sarcasm wasn't lost on me.

I was not entirely sure what the sarcasm was for so I decided he was being an asshole. She'd done a lot more for me, then he did so I was siding with the heroine. I ignored his warning and touched her arm with my index and middle finger. There it was, her life line.

I felt Jamie move next to me. She whispered, "Is she going to be alright?"

"Yeah," I nodded to her. Relief broke out in her features. I was happy for her. I did not know what Jamie would have done if the woman had died. I doubted that she'd appreciate someone dying for her.

"I bet she got off on letting him feed on her." The man said unkindly. "Check her neck, I bet it's filled with Vampire punctures scars." He spat the word vampire like it was the very bane of his existence. And from what I could tell, he hated her too just for letting the scum feed on her. "She's probably a Junky. Ones that let Vampires feed on them. They get a kick out of being bitten, it's like a high for them."

He sounded so arrogant. Like he knew a lot more about the Vampire world and that I shouldn't just bother. It was true, I didn't know a lot about these Vampires. But I was not completely ignorant, though often times I wish I was. I'd already glanced at her neck earlier, but I checked it anyway just to be sure. I wanted to prove him wrong. Apparently Jamie did too as well. She pulled her dark hair to one side, I saw how smooth her neck was. The only markings on it's soft milky surface was the two puncture wounds from the Vampire earlier. And I told the man so, admittedly, I was a little haughty myself.

However, the fact that she seemed to be only bitten once in her life, didn't seem to deter him. He seemed fully convinced of her guilt.

"So? You have to wonder. Why was she the only one who was able to move?"

For this I had no answer.

"She's part of them." He concluded. See, he was convinced of her guilt.

"Well whatever she is, I owe her thanks." Jamie said.

"Don't sound so relieved, we aren't out of the gutter just yet." The man retorted.

"Why are you so mean?" Jamie said loosing her temper. I could not help but agree with her. She sounded so childish in her statement, but that was Jamie for you. Somehow, she was able to remain as innocent as can be. I suppose I'd some hand in that, I tried to shield her from every terrible thing that had happen in our lives. But still, things tend to trickle in. The most notable trickle happened in the form of our parents' murder. Ten years ago, we just came home one night to find their lifeless bloody body. There was more to it than that but that's the short version. Despite this, Jamie's managed to retain her innocence, and remain untouched by the darkness of the world. She was a bright light. A light I would do anything to keep lit.

"We are stuck here in some prison cell just awaiting for inhuman beast to come and tell us what they're going to do with us." The man stated matter-of-factly. For some reason I was liking this guy less and less. "They're going to kill us, probably."

And even less. "Aren't you a bowl of sunshine?" I said.

"I'm just calling it as I see it."

"Well you don't seem to be all that disappointed by being killed." It was true. He delivered the lines as if he was just talking about the weather.

"Well, I don't plan on staying here for that long a time."