I think this may be the last chapter. :|

Two Months Later:

"Please?" James asked.

"NO! I'm not changing you!" I replied. He put his puppy dog face on. "Not even with that adorable face. Now, c'mon. Gustavo wants us."

...

"Okay, you two, are you ready?" Gustavo asked. James and I nodded our heads.

(James):Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me, now I can't feel anything

When I love you it's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else

Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?

(Margaret):Oh, what are we doing?
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

(Both):Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late, too late

Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late, too late

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
So how can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
(James):Oh, you know that I love you a little less than before

(Both):Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again

"Great. Go away." Gustavo said. James kissed me.

"I'll never stop loving you." He said, and kissed me again.

"That's the deepest thing I've ever heard you say." I said, He laughed. He drove me back to the Palm Woods. The boys were coming over to watch a movie, so I had to get back to the girls. Sadly, it was the boys' turn to pick the movie, and, God forbid, they always pick a scary movie. So, the girls and I picked up the place, and the boys came over. The boys picked "Salem's Lot" and "Nightmare On Elm Street" out of our movie cabnet. They picked "Salem's Lot" to watch, and I was screaming bloody murder. James patted my head. Obviously, he wasn't that scared, but he was scared! After that one, we didn't watch any other scary movie. James and Logan spent the night in our beds (No, we didn't do it, thank you very MUCH!) because we were scared. I woke up the next morning, and James was still asleep. I got up and made him breakfast.

"James, James..." I whispered, and shook him.

"Yup?" He woke up.

"Here." I held out a tray of food to him. He thanked me, and kissed me. When he was done, he came out, and sat by me on the couch.

"Beautiful." He greeted me.

"Hi." He kissed me, and kept kissing me, until we were making out. I had to admit, he's the best kisser ever. He pushed me down gently on the couch.

"GET A ROOM!" We heard someone yell. We looked up and it was Patricia. She gagged.

"Sorry! MY room is taken by a girl who sleeps in too late. And, anyway, it's not like we're having sex, for Gods' sake!" Patricia stared at me with wide eyes. I've never screamed at her like that before. I've always like her. "I'm sorry, Patricia." She accepted my apologie, and made herself cereal.

1 Month later:

It was James' birthday today. His party is at eight at the pool. It's six right now, and I'm getting ready. I picked a cute, black with some sparkles, strapless dress that came down to the middle of my thighs. Also, I had black ankle-boots to go with it. It was finally time to go down. I went down with Emma because Patricia and Ella weren't ready. When I got down there, James winked at me. I laughed, and hugged him.

"Happy birthday!" I said, and kissed him. Emma said happy birthday, too. We sang Happy Birthday to James, and after that he brought me a peice of cake.

"Here." He handed me the cake.

"Thank you!" I kissed him on the cheek. It was really good. I leaned against the entry way to the pool. Patricia texted me.

'When r u going to do it?'

'In a bit. Ppl are still talking to him.'

When James was done talking, he came over to me.

"Hey, what are we doing?" He asked. I'd sent him a text earlier, asking him to come over.

"C'mon, your present's upstairs." I led him up to the appartment, and sat him down. "You always wanted to get changed, right?"

"Of course,"

"Well, let's talk about it. Why do you want to get changed?" I asked.

"I love you, Margaret, that's why. I want to be with you forever." I nodded.

"Persuade me. I'll sit right next to you.-" I sat down next to him-"Go." He sighed.

"Mar, I love you, and always will. Please, change me, I don't want to sit here and get old so you can watch me die. That's not what I want. I want to breathe the air you breathe, see the things you see. I want to get married to you.-" He turned toward me and grabbed my hands-"Please," he whispered. I looked into his beautiful eyes. I kissed him in the most, passionate, romanic way I could.

"O-okay, I'll do it." I got up, and stood behind the couch. I let my fangs come out, and tilted his head to the side. I put my teeth into his flesh, sucking out his blood. He screamed in pain. When I was done, he was unconscious. I honestly couldn't believe what I'd just done. In one day, my lover will be with me forever. I smiled, and sat down next to him. I looked over at the bite mark on his neck. I laughed, turned the TV on, and layed there with my dead boyfriend.

SO, how'd you like the ending? Love it? Hate it? Please reveiw!