Okay, well yeah, here it is, thanks for the reviews. i've been sad, and very busy lately, so if my writing sucks a lot more than it usually does, thats just why.

if you remember the last sentence in the first chapter of Forbidden Romance, you would understand so much foreshadowing. go and take a look at it if you cant recall it.

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Last Chapter

I lift her body slightly to see that the desk leg is nailed to the floor. She whimpers in pain at the movement.

How could I even do this to her?

"Don't worry babe, it's gunna be okay. Just look at me, look in my eyes."

I grab the wood and pull it up, attempting to remove it from her, but she screams in pain.

I look as she stares at me and her eyes start to flutter.

"No, don't you dare." I threaten her.

She just opens her eyes back up and fights against their closing.

I'm not gunna let her die.

I have to do something.

Present Day - Alex's POV

She lays still, and I have her hand locked between my fingers, but I don't know how to save her. The injury is so close to her heart, inches away, maybe less. Animal blood most certainly isn't going to save her now, and neither would human. I can only think if one thing to do, but it's very risky... for the both of us.

I take off my leather jacket and pull up my sleeves. I rub my skin back and forth, almost like preparing it for the pain, knowing this is going to sting a lot.

"I'm going to take the pain away, okay?"

I take the wood that resides in her and get a grip on it.

"Breathe out on 3, then breathe deeply." I tell her, tricking her. "1, 2, 3."

I watch as her chest soars down, and as soon as her chest rises a little bit I rip the wood up from her.

She screams in agony. It's so high pitched and shrill i'm afraid the neighbors heard. The last thing we need is them calling the police, and them walking in on her covered in blood, and me trying to save her.

I throw the offender article to the side and clench my fists, ready to save her.

I place my wrist in front of her bloody mouth.

"Bite." I order and she shakes her head and pushes my hand away weakly. "Bite me, or you'll die."

She shakes her head again, yet I just open her mouth and slam my wrist into her sharp fangs and teeth. She tries to pull away but all I can do is hold her hands back and force her to drink it. After a long struggle, Mitchie finally caves in and starts sucking, but that's not all she's doing. When a vampire bites a human and sucks their blood, they also inject their venom, and it's the same when vampires bite each other.

Her fingers grip into my skin, her nails cutting and digging in, and squeeze my arm tighter in desperation for more. She groans out, probably being affected with it's powers. Her fangs rip out of my skin, but she just changes wrists, sinking her teeth in again. I watch as my skin around the bite mark starts turning a sickly greenish, purple-ly red. I feel myself and my body getting weaker and my arm started burning like it was on fire. My body feels 10 times heavier and my mind is starting to cloud and fuzz. I have to lie down, or else I might just keel over, but she kept me up. Mitch wouldn't let my body go. I felt like I was a juicebox being drunk by a young thirsty teenager.

Her teeth grinded into my body and I could feel my eyes closing, overly weak.

"Stop, Mitch, stop." I plead, probably too quiet for her to hear, and as she sucks harder, dragging the blood from my dead veins, it's obvious she didn't hear.

She removes her teeth finally, but she hasn't stopped yet. I watch as she crawls over my body, still weak, and lays her teeth straight into my neck. To save myself, I take my hands and push at her face, getting her away from me, but she's as solid as a rock, or maybe it's just because i'm as strong as a pancake right now.

I feel panic, thinking that maybe I won't survive this, and she'll go on a rampage around town.

I feel like Rebecca right now. I sucked the life from her aswell, and all I can do is watch Mitchie while she drains me with love in my eyes.

"Mitch..." I gasped out as she finally removes her teeth. Her eyes are a coal black and her eye veins are so enourmous, they run down her facial cheeks all the way to her lips. Her lips are covered in a dark rouge liquid that I assume is my own blood. There is an animalistic look in her eyes.

My own neck starts to sting and I can feel it swelling. My head starts to burn and it's like my veins are on fire! Newborn venom is more powerful than any of the rest.

I scream and I let it out, unable to contain it, the agony too much. It feels like i'm turning into a vampire all over again. My ribs start cracking and readjusting themselves. My body feels warm, and I feel nauseous.

I am turning all over again.

I can feel my shirt being pulled up and a set of teeth delve into my undead flesh.

"Hey! Anybody there? It's the police!" I hear and large knocks pound on the door.

Mitchie looks up with a scared face. She turns back to me, and gives me one over.

"Run." I order her, saving her cause I love her. If anything ever happened to her, and it was cause I changed her, I wouldn't even be able to live on.

She shakes her head and tries to pick me up, but even now, she's too weak.

"Go Mitch." I say, but her face shows nothing but stubborn resiliance. "If you don't go, we'll both die in vain."

She takes a deep gulp.

"I, love... you." She manages out behind thick, gooey blood.

"I love you too." I reply and kiss her lips. I can taste my own blood, and it's awful. A last kiss is the only thing I would ever ask for, and even though it's not long and how I pictured it, I needed every single second it lasted for. I needed her for every last second I have.

"We know someones in there! We're coming in!" The police shouts.

"Go now." I give her a nudge and she darts out the window, myself however, watches as the door shatters into splinters and some men walk in, holding guns.

"Get me the paramedics!" He shouts and walks to me. "My names David Torres, i'm gunna get you outta here and into the hospital."

Torres? Is this Mitchie's dad? I thought she said it was just her and her mom. He certainly did look like her.

He took my hand and squeezed it.

"Your gunna be alright." He said and gave me a comforting smile. Yep, that's her smile alright.

I didn't need comforting, but I did need to know how Mitchie was.

"Let's go guys." He shouted.

Where were we going again?

...xXx...

The hospital. We are in a fucking hospital.

I keep pushing all the doctors and their needles away from me. This is the last place I should ever be. The exposure of our race is so close in here.

"She's been bitten four times, by what looks like human teeth." I barely hear someone say. It's like my supersensitive hearing is depleding.

"Don't touch me." I growl, and they instantly back off.

"We can't touch her until she authorizes help. Put her in a bed, force a sedative, and then we'll get her into surgery."

"Leave me alone." I say once more and they hold up their hands, telling me they are backing off.

"Put her in here." They push the gurney and place me in a room with three other women. We have different sex wards here I guess. They pull the curtain across and let me bleed into the bed they have placed me onto.

Tap tap.

I look around to see Mitchie, outside the window, worry etched into her face. I wave her away. If they see her, she'll be screwed, and not just cause she's on the third story floor hanging onto the wall, but since she's covered in blood. She pushes the already ajar window open and drags herself in. God, she's still so beautiful, no matter the circumstances.

"Hi." She whispers, a smile on her face, as her hand touches my cheek with her fingertips, and I flinch away. She's freezing, like ice cold.

"Your like ice." I say and take her hands in between mine.

"We have to get out of here." She reminds, thinking clearly, and scoops me swiftly into her arms. I wrap my arms tightly around her neck, needing support in every way. Even for an emotionless creature with no heart, I was feeling overly stressed and lonely. It was like I was a human all over again. I can hear the doctors coming and I start to feel anxious. "Hold tight." She jumps straight out the window. I feel the rush of air over my face and it blows my hair back, but something else blows my hair all over the place.

BOOM!

She hit the ground strategically, but fell over at the loud noise. I slam into the ground and she caringly picks me up into her lap. God, what would I do without her? She wraps me up in her arms and holds me tightly. Bravely, braver than me that is, Mitch looks into the night sky.

We watch as a massive red and orange mushroom fireball cloud surrounds over the woods... by our home. The trees around it set on fire and spread like what it was- wild fire. She runs me closer to it, and when we see it, that's when it hits us like a school bus.

Our home was on fire, destroyed, and continuing being massacred by venemous flames of heat. A window blew out and shattered the ground by us with glass. I looked at the glass shards, shimmering with red and orange. I could see a reflection of myself in them. I was covered in blood, looking exhausted, with flames in the back flickering and shooting off embers into the now lighted trees, and swallowing our home viciously. Our stuff is in there, all our clothes and material items, not to mention so many unforgettable memories.

I could hear a fire truck's sirens and she pulled me away, dragging on my arm, knowing no good would come from us being here. We watched around the corner behind a rapidly declining amount of trees as brave men and women put their lives at risk to put the fire out.

While standing and watching, they decided to do a aerial water drop. Just perfect. The water plunged down and soaked every angle of us, even stinging my injuries.

"Where should we go?" I ask, while spitting out a couple drops of water than had ran down my face and slipped into my mouth.

"Veronica." Mitch suggested and I had to agree. There was no where else to go.

...xXx...

"You two look like drowned rats." Veronica smirked and open the door wider, motioning for us to enter.

"Cheers." I say, sarcasm dripped out of mouth and hit the floor in the form of water.

"You can just go straight to the backroom and shower. It's all clean, and there is extra clothes aswell." She waves us on and Mitch pulls me in and closes the door.

"I remember this room." She smirks and I smile, but i'm too tired to really care, which is weird cause I haven't been tired since I was a mortal, years ago, almost too long ago to remember.

"I'm gunna shower." I say and walk straight in. I peel off my clothes and throw them to the floor.

I turn on the hot water, but it burns me. I jump back, and rub my skin where it hit me. Turning it down was a problem. I had to pratically contortionist myself around the shower rays.

I've never been burnt with water like that before. This is so strange.

Letting the now acceptable temperature water run over me gave me a sigh of relief and relaxed my frazzled body and nerves. I wish every shower was as pleasant as this.

As I exited the shower, new clothes on, the door slammed into Mitchie's face, since she was stood so close. Soaked, she took my hand and directed me towards the bed.

"I want to thank you." She gulped out. "For saving me Alex."

"It was no big deal." I shrug it off, but I know somethings odd with me now.

"It was! You could have died, but you risked that for me." She argued and stood up.

"I love you, that's why I risked it. I would do anything for you." I got up and wrapped my arms around her.

"Thank you, and I love you too." She leant in and gave me a kiss on the lips, passion filled me, but I was too tired to do anything tonight.

Thump.

What the hell was that?

Thump.

There it goes again.

I felt a feeling rush through me, and it was fucked up. It felt like... no, it's impossible... it was blood surging through my veins.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I grasped at my chest, wanting this feeling to stop, but it wouldn't. It only increased.

Mitchie looked at me, scared.

"What's wrong?" She asked and held my hand tight but I just yanked it away and put it to my strange feeling chest.

"I... can't, explain it." I gasped out.

"Maybe you should just get some sleep." She said and picked me up onto it.

"Yeah, sure." I close my eyes and try to tame my wild body's twitching and spasms.

Whatever it is, will be okay in the morning. It's just some pain from the venom. It's all good, i'm okay.

...xXx...

I awoke before I opened my eyes, but felt the urge to sit up and strectch my muscles, and I did. And god did it ever feel good. All the tension was released and I bent my knees up and down. I even yawned.

Wait. No, vampires can't yawn. I opened my eyes, but it was so weird, everything was so much unclearer, unlike my normal perceptive eyes that picked up every color and trace. I think i've entered the twilight zone here.

I looked at my normally pale skin, but it was a light tanned brown.

"Oh, my god." I said as I pulled back the blankets. I was met with sweaty legs and my shirt stuck to me with moisture.

"Calm down, it's just a dream." I said and held my wrists out where they showed bright rouge scars. I raised my arm up and pinched myself as hard as I could. It hurt and left a little red spot on my skin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I jumped up, nervously anxious. "MITCHIE!" I scream, needing answers from someone. I shake out my body, wanting to die right now. She rushed in quickly.

"Yeah, how are you tod..." She stared at me for a while, holding in her breathe. "VERONICA!" She shouts back, and I roll my eyes, feeling annoyed.

Annoyed? When the hell could I feel that emotion?

"What is it-..." Veronica asks as she slumps in, but then her thoughts are cut off as she stares at me.

"Your, uh, a..." Mitchie mumbles out incoherantly. It's nice to know she's help in panicky situations.

"A human." Veronica breathes out, just as shocked as I am, but she can't even imagine what i'm feeling right now. No one can.

How does someone go from being a vampire for over 70 years, and then go to being human overnight? Mitchie. Last night, with the venom, is how. She sucked most of my blood out, and then injected her venom. Somehow is must have reversed it in someway.

Looking at Mitchie was a sad sight. I could tell she was having problems with me and my scent. Well, at least she knows what I went through when I met her. She instinctively licked her lips, and her eyes darkened. Even the stance she was in seemed aggressive. Mitch seemed to shake her head and take a few steps back, probably realizing her want for blood, but at least she didn't just jump me.

"This is impossible." Veronica aruges and steps to me, sniffing my hair and skin. "But, you are, you're a human. Damn, you smell good." She says, lust thickening in her eyes. In a half a second Mitchie was in front of me, arms out, defending me. She pushed her back and zoomed in front of her, spacing us apart. I'v'e never seen her so possesive.

"Back off." She growled.

"Down kitty, just pointing out the obvious." She twirled Mitchie's hair before flicking it away into her face. "But, you really are a sexy human." Ronny smiled at me again, but Mitchie started growling.

"Okay, don't worry, i'm not single anyways." She winked at me and walked from the room, a sway in her hips that no other person could do. What an idiot. I'm with Mitchie and she's with Bree. It's just my smell that's doing that to her.

"I have to go." Mitchie whispered and tried to walk away. I grabbed her arm and attempted to pull her back, but it was like she was a boulder. Unmovable.

"I need you here Mitch, with me." I am only human, I need companionship. Her arms wrapped me up in a hug and held me tight.

"I will come back, I just need a drink. Your smell, is, well... hard to resist." She gulped and hugged tighter, and my ribs started to hurt. Her face was in my hair, breathing in all of me. Her face pulled back and her noze grazed mine. My heart skipped a beat and started raced. My chest was heaving in anticipation to her next move. "I can hear your heart." She smirks, and I know she's happy to know she can do that to me.

"Kiss me." I pleaded, for the first time ever. I closed my eyes, and slowly parted my lips, awaiting her gentle touch. "Please." I whined, but I was cut off as she took my bottom lip between hers. I could feel her lightly suck on it, and something started tingling in my stomach. She was slowly and intricutly exploring the kiss, like a waltz in a ballroom. She piveted her head and kissed a little harder. I felt a throb in between my legs and pulled back.

"What?" She asked, and I could see lust in her eyes. There was no need to reply. I just peeled off her shirt and she watched me as I started blushing. I hate this whole human thing. I feel vulnerable and emotional. I could see a enormous red scar in the middle of her stomach. I guess she won't be wearing a bikini anytime soon.

"You, should, uhh, get showered." I shook my head clear of my thoughts and she kissed my cheek. She grabbed a towel and walked to the bathroom. I lied down on the bed till the feeling just below my stomach faded away, thankfully. I wonder if this is how she felt when she was human, and I was a vampire. Even that sentence is weird to say-to say I 'was' a vampire.

I'm a human. I'm just a simple, normal mortal.

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