Jeaniene Frost is an amazing writer and I just borrowed a few of her characters… well except for Catherine… well I did borrow Catherine, but not the same exact Catherine. I hope you like it.

It was so warm. I was warm and floating, floating on a cloud. I burrowed deeper into the cloud.

"think she's waking up…" a voice with an English accent.

Haven't I heard that voice before? It was right after Gregor and I—I jolt out of the blissful cloud that was a pillow with my eyes wide open. My lips parted and a scream filled my throat, but before it came out, a hand covered my mouth. Before I thought further, I bit the hand.

"Careful, pet. That's my hand you're biting," came the amused English accented voice.

My jaw drops and my gaze swung towards the voice and I froze or at least that's the best word to describe my reaction. He was still as beautiful as he was last night.

"You are awake," another voice spoke.

I turned my attention to the man left of Bones who I remembered was Bones' grandsire. The two vampires stared at me. Please don't tell me they want to drink me. I don't want to die.

"W-w-what d-do you w-want with me?" I asked in my most not-scared-but-I'm-scared-voice. Hopefully they won't answer, "You're blood."

"What is it exactly that we need grandsire?"

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. How could he not even know? I'm so dead. The other guy's going to get all fangy and kill me. I know it.

"When the time is right, I shall tell you," he answers. In answer, Bones slightly bows his head. "We will not let harm come to you," he added before leaving via the door behind him.

"You won't?"

"We won't bite, but I wouldn't mind a nibble, luv," Bones says with a grin as green crept into his eyes. Then he full out laughed. "You've gone pale, pet. Don't mind me. I won't nibble unless you ask and I do hope you ask, luv," he answers continuing to stare at me.

"I-I don't think I'll be asking."

"You wound me, pet," he replies with a hand over his heart. "What if I promise you'll like it?"

"N-no, thank you."

"Suit yourself." Bones walked towards the door. Before exiting, he added, "Just ask if you want me to. Nibble that is." The door shut behind him. I didn't hear the lock slide in, but I was sure it did.

A vampire just asked if I wanted him to bite me, maybe even kill me! My life is over. Why did I ever listen to my mom?

"Catherine, go with that vampire."

"Why," I asked.

"Because he's your kind," she sneered.

"Why do I have to go?"

"He's your kind. He's a vampire. You need to leave. Go Catherine."

"But what about you?"

"I don't need you. You're the last person I want to see. Get away from me."

Those were the last words my mother said to me. I was rushed out of the house without getting a chance to say goodbye to my grandparents. I knew my mother couldn't handle me being half-vampire nor could she handle me being the offspring of her rapist, but I thought she loved me.

I shouldn't have listened to her. I should have left on my own. Gone to a different state and become a waitress. Instead, I listened to her and I'm imprisoned by vampires.

My life sucks.

I'm sorry this chapter is short, but I'm a horrible writer. This chapter was a just-sit-and-write-a-little-chapter. I'll try harder for the future. Jwiz, seriously, I am a terrible writer, but I'll try harder and maybe one day, I'll write even remotely half as good as you do.