This chapter is before a pause that i THINK i will have... it's my first highschool year so i'll need time to get used to it all. :[

I'll try to update very very soon!

Warmth in the Darkness, Chapter 15: Why Didn't You Kill Me?

Vivienne's P.O.V

Vivienne barely heard her friends' calls as they anxiously tried to find her in the wood. She only heard Kristina's echoing screams in her head and felt the guilt which made her feel wretched. Kristina. Her body. Vandalized cruelly. It made Vivienne think about what happened after Kristina dropped the phone – was she tortured? Did the killer use a knife on her while she was alive? How did she die? Choked to death, or bled to death?

Vivienne scarcely turned when her friends shook her. It was when they saw Kristina and screamed and cursed that she looked at them fearfully. The girls met each other's eyes and not knowing when; they were suddenly sobbing, hugging each other, holding each other, and trying to calm the fear in each other.

What should we do? Vivienne thought over and over as shivers ran along her body. What to do? What was right? She didn't even want to give the body a second glance. Just thinking about it gave her chills.

"Vi-Vivienne! The police. Go call the police!" Naomi, though being the calmest one there, was fidgeting and pacing around. Her face was full of fear and panic. "Now!"

Vivienne numbly reached in her pocket and pulled out her phone. Yes. They will help. The police will help Kristina, help them. Find the killer. Find him, and throw him in jail. No – kill him. And avenge Kristina. Then the guilt will be gone. She felt an inner flame grow inside her that almost anticipated for the time the killer is found. She was absolutely sure that he would be caught and would pay for doing that to Kristina.

With shaking and scratched up hands, Vivienne dialled 911 for the second time in two days.

Police cars swarmed all over the church. They were, Officer Cable explained, guards who prevented anyone from entering or leaving the grounds. Smart, Vivienne thought.

Vivienne and Naomi led him, Officer Daniels, and a few detective-looking people in suits to the place where they found Kristina's body. Supposedly, Penelope and Rachelle were keeping a guard to it, because they were all paranoid about the body being stolen, like in Pretty Little Liars.

When Penelope and Rachelle heard Vivienne and Naomi's little group, they quickly got up and huddled next to the other girls. Vivienne, intimidated by the officials, stepped behind Rachelle's tall figure to hide. But Officer Cable had different ideas. As the detectives unpacked their equipment from a silver case, he made sure things were okay with Officer Daniels before motioning them to lead the way.

Vivienne purposely put herself behind Naomi, so she didn't have to lead. Everyone stayed silent as they moved; they were still scarred from Kristina's body. Then they entered the guarded white church, and found a whole sea of black and white whispering to each other – the guests from the funeral were seated in chairs. Officer Cable ignored their curious stares and approached a couple leaning into each other for support. Darrion's parents. Vivienne felt badly for them – the funeral was supposed to be peaceful, but now Kristina's body caused, well, chaos.

"Excuse me, but you are Darrion Ammon's parents?" Officer Cable asked.

They nodded.

"I'm sorry for your loss." He shook hands with the two of them. "But do you have a complete guest list?"

"Yes." Mrs. Ammon reached into her black purse and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. "This was the sign-in sheet we had in front of the church. Every guest's name is listed here, and they all checked their names off."

Officer Cable nodded. "I see. May I use it for an investigation of murder?"

Murder. It was now a murder. Not a disappearance, not an accidental death, but a murder. Which meant someone killed Kristina purposely.

"Absolutely." Vivienne felt that the couple looked older, like their son's death caused them to age.

Officer Cable nodded his thanks and led them to the front of the church where another police officer was pacing around. The two men had a quick, muted conversation before Officer Cable tilted his head to a small hallway at the side of the stage.

"This way." He led them into the dim place, where a couple of doors lined the walls, with a single one right at the end. There was a musty scent that fit quite perfectly with the image of Kristina's body, and Vivienne casually covered her nose.

She followed the policeman to the first pair of doors, ushering Penelope and Naomi in separate rooms. Both had the same things – a table and lamp, two chairs, one police officer, and one detective guy in a suit. Then they went to the next pair of doors. Officer Cable knocked on the left one, and opened it. Oddly, it was already occupied by no other than Will.

He looked handsome of course, and eerily beautiful. Instead of his usual black wear, he wore a white trench coat with black buttons a black dress shirt. It made his dark, cold eyes stand out more, and his hair blacker than the night. His pale face somehow also stood out from the black dress shirt. He was wearing a silver cross stud and black rings in one of his ears. All in all, he looked inhuman. Sort of like an avenging angel. And beautiful, of course. That was a must.

"Sorry," Officer Cable apologized before closing the door.

Strange to say, ever since he and Will made eye contact, the always stable Officer seemed almost shaken. Anyhow, he opened the other door, and showed Rachelle inside. Before she went inside though, she and Vivienne had enough time to exchange a look about Will.

Finally, Officer Cable opened the far door, and got in. There was one of those detective-looking guys in suits, this one in a grey suit. She sat down on the opposite chair to Officer Cable and waited for an introduction from the new guy. But none came.

"Sorry for the wait," Officer Cable said to the detective-looking guy in a grey suit.

The man inclined his head in response. Vivienne didn't get a very good feeling about him.

"Alright Vivienne." Officer Cable took out the voice recorder and placed it on the table. He then sat back and folded his hands in front of him, dark eyes kind. "You are the one who called the police, I assume?"

Vivienne nodded.

"You know what to do. Tell us what happened."

Vivienne took a breath, and then began her tale.

"Thank you for your facts." Officer Cable stood up and shook hands with Vivienne. "If you have any more problems, please, do not hesitate to contact the police."

Vivienne nodded distractedly, still ruffled by Kristina's body. She and the Officer had both agreed during the interview that perhaps the killer wanted her to find the body, so he purposely left it out for her.

"Please be careful. Kristina did say that her murderer would look for you next. Now that you've found her body, he may go to you. Take care." He showed her out the door, seeming like an extra protector. She felt comforted. The police will take care of everything.

As she took her first few steps into the hallway, someone bumped into her. Hard. She nearly stumbled as she stood there, a little slow. When she looked to see who attacked her, she found Will's usual cold look glaring at her. Except she oddly found it even more deadly, more vicious, and barely controlled. Usually he seemed to have a type of limit to how much anger he showed, but right now, it was almost a full-blown fury. It was rather frightening, actually.

"Get out of the way," he snarled before turning down the hallway in long strides.

Weird.

Without thinking, Vivienne found herself hurrying after him. She didn't even know why – she just felt this sort of tug that made her want to go… or was it a need?

Whatever.

As she neared the edge of the stage, she saw two girls get up to greet her worriedly.

"How did it go?" Rachelle asked.

"It was fine," Vivienne answered vaguely. She really want- needed to follow Will, and she was sort of losing track of where he was.

"Oh." Penelope exchanged a glance with Rachelle when she saw Vivienne's searching look outside a window. "Are you… uh… looking for something?"

"Yeah, a person. I'll… I'll talk to you later." Vivienne then distractedly ran out the church doors.

Where did he go? She looked around for a tall Asian guy in a white trench coat. Was it really that hard? Then she spotted the skinny figure halfway down the grassy hill. He seemed to be walking rather hurriedly… wonder why? Her eyes lit up and she ran as quietly as she can so she was just a few meters away from him. She noticed that his liquid-smooth movements were barely controlled and sort of angry.

Hold on – why was she even noticing these things? She felt disgusted with herself. They were "enemies". All she needed to notice was that he treated her like vermin though she didn't do anything, and he was… on the good looking side. Yes. That's all she was allowed to think. None of the "elegant body" or "alluring eyes" crap.

Will got out the church's perimeter – the two of them were now on the sidewalk that surrounded the black fences and green grass inside. Where is he going? She tilted her head curiously and still followed him. Gradually, they reached a place where both sides of the streets had small shops – some were filled with customers, others completely empty. Did Will want to buy things to eat? Or shop around?

Vivienne started to feel like an idiot. Why was she even following him? So what if she felt a "tug"? Following someone without them knowing is called stalking. And if that person isn't your friend, then it would become creepy and weird. What was she supposed to say if he caught her anyway? The more she thought about it, the more she felt sickened by her actions. But her real question was why. Why is she following him? Why does she "need" to? But she can't even turn back now – she didn't know the way. Sure, she can call any one of her friends… but that would be embarrassing. They would ask questions, and what was she supposed to say? That she followed Will? Everyone would look at her as a crazed stalker, and bam, she would be viewed as Will's wannabe girlfriend. Even the thought of it made her shudder. No – she would continue to follow him until he went back to familiar streets. And if not, she would ask him the way back – even though he was an ass, he would keep his mouth shut.

Finally, Will turned to a dim empty store that was called "My Life Sucks." Vivienne snorted. It does. The dirty gray building had boarded up windows, but a grimy sign announced that it was "Open". Vivienne waited a few minutes after Will went inside, and then grasped the rusty door handle herself. The hinges squeaked alarmingly loud as she went inside the shop. When the door slammed shut, she flinched – she was encaged inside a stuffy darkness. Well there was one yellow light in a corner that illuminated a flight of wooden stairs that went straight up. But that was enough. She could see that "My Life Sucks" had rows of antiques… probably dusty ones at that. A tall desk was in the middle of the wall, most likely the check-out desk, but no one was there. She glanced around. Where was Will, anyway? There was no one in sight… maybe upstairs?

Vivienne curiously made her way to the long flight of wooden stairs, slightly suspicious of how the light was illuminated there. It made her seem like someone was expecting her, and purposely let the light show her the way.

Well, maybe the disappeared shopkeeper needed it to climb up and down in the darkness, a voice told her.

True.

She shrugged and then climbed quietly up. Where is he? She looked around at the top floor. It was basically the same as the bottom floor – musty, dark, and full of trinkets and stuff. Well except for the light that was in some far away corner. She looked around and spotted no human activity. Where was he supposed to be? Did he jump out of a window or something?

Suddenly, a small whimper came from the lighted corner. Vivienne froze, alert. Was that Will? She made her way around the shelves cautiously. She didn't want her clumsiness to kick in and make her cut her head or something. That would be bad. Then there was another whimper, and she picked up her pace. Why was it so far from here anyway?

At last, she was at a spot where the light didn't touch her and she could see what was up. She was sort of confused – her mind couldn't absorb anything. She stared for a while, and then made sense of what was happening. Underneath the light, she could see two guys – at first glance, it seemed like they were hugging each other. At a second glance, she could see that one of the guys was wearing black, and one seemingly all white. The older guy was facing her, but his head was lolled diagonally. His face was looking straight at the light, so Vivienne could see that his eyes were closed – but no life was shown. The teenager in the white had his back to her, but she'd know that back anywhere. His strong, pale artist's hands clutched the older guy's shoulders, to keep him from falling, she guessed. Another body was at the two's feet, looking as if it was just carelessly dropped there. Unconscious again. But what Vivienne was staring at was the teenager-in-white's face and the older guy's neck. As she watched on in shock, the teenager's mouth seemed to have slipped a bit or something, so that a trail of cherry red liquid ran down the guy's neck.

Vivienne stumbled back with a small gasp. What… what was that? That was… that was… blood. His mouth-his neck- Will- what was going on– She found herself falling – crap, she probably tripped over a shelf, how typical – and then felt a cool hand grab hers. Before her eyes adjusted from the darkness to the shining bright light and back to the darkness again, she found herself looking at a fallen angel's face. Such dark, mysterious, burning eyes… like she could fall inside the black flames forever…

Then she remembered what she had just seen.

Vivienne yanked her hand free and then turned away, winding her way around the shelves. She had to get away. Away from him, away from the bodies, away from what her mind was telling her. There was still a chance – if she got outside, then she could just pretend that nothing had happened. Her life would return to whatever "normalcy" there was, and just forget…

When she was just about to run out the shelves to the beginning of the stairs, there he was again. Waiting like a sleek black panther cornering its meal. His eyes shone amusedly, yet feverishly, and he was wearing a crooked smile. Sure, he may have been beautiful, but it was a frightening kind of beautiful. Vivienne froze and then turned around, her breath coming in more quickly. She needed to get away. Fast.

But he was there again, smiling crookedly, eyes glinting like a predator. Vivienne stepped back quickly, but he stepped forward. It was almost like a dance – she stepped back, he went forward. Her eyes couldn't leave his face – it was almost as if she was transfixed – but she kept moving back. Just get to the stairs, her mind urged her. Just get to the stairs. She kept stepping back as he stepped forward, like a game of cat and mouse. Suddenly, her foot slipped – she had reached her destination. Her hand clutched the wooden hand rail to keep her balance. He was almost close enough to touch her. Vivienne glanced behind her, at the darkness below her, and then back at his face. Still amused and smiling, as always. With her mind made up, Vivienne suddenly let go of the hand rail and then let herself drop.

Will's P.O.V

His subconscious noted that a presence was behind him, but he needed to drain the vermin in his hands before he drained her. She'd followed him like he'd wanted. He remembered tugging the soulmate chord mentally, trying to get her to follow him. He wanted her blood from before, but that was enough waiting. What was it, seven months since he smelt her from the pool? He wanted her blood now.

Will greedily washed out his anger and want with the unsatisfying blood, similar to how a human washes out their emotions with alcohol. He thought back to the church swarming with the human police. Adriel. That motherfucker. How dare he mutate his refrigerator's dead body into… whatever that thing is? And then purposely compel Vivienne to find it? It's all his property – the body, Vivienne. If Adriel needed the NCD to take notice of his little gang, why not use someone else's leftovers? Why not use another human?

Because he wants you to have a bad life.

Will narrowed his eyes. His "brother". Sure they were blood-related. But it didn't mean they had to treat each other like true brothers. His ears picked up the sound of Vivienne stepping back in shock. He felt grimly delighted in her horror and fear. If she was opposed to him, it would be easier for him to push her away. Easier for the soulmate connection to break.

As he finished the very last drop of that pathetic human and threw him away, feeling cruelly delighted in hearing some bones crack, he also heard the clumsy girl stumble back and trip over a book shelf. Slightly amused, he quickly turned around and grabbed one of her flailing hands, pulling her upright. He knew that if she started bleeding, he wouldn't be able to contain himself in this state and drain her immediately. But he couldn't kill her off. At least not that quickly, he added hastily.

Their eyes met, and he searched hers, wondering how much fear she was feeling. After all, she was a strong girl, and she'd already faced the death of her two friends. Not to mention finding the body of the latter one, he thought, teeth clenched.

Suddenly, she whipped her hand from his and ran towards the stairs. His eyes flamed with feverish pleasure as the animal in him recognized a hunt. He ran faster than her, timing it just right so that he was waiting for her to come out of the rows of shelves, smiling fiercely. When she came out, skidding to a stop, eyes widening in fear, he caught a thread of her thought. She was, of course, going to turn back.

Will again ran ahead of her so he was in front of her before she took three steps. The hunt. Refreshing; exciting; feeding off of the prey's terror. Her frightened eyes never left his face as she stepped back automatically. So this was how she liked to play. Will took a step forward. She stepped back again. He moved forward. She probably didn't notice that she was basically cornering herself, he thought amusedly.

At last, she had nowhere to go, her foot partially dangling over the edge of the stairs. He took a final step forward, so he was almost touching her. His eyes shone with the triumph of a new catch. The blood was his now. Her terrified eyes looked below her, at the distance, and then back to his face. Will grinned maliciously. There was nowhere to go. But suddenly, she let go of the wooden handle, and let gravity take her to the floor.

What the fuck?

His stomach dropped, and without thinking, he grabbed her waist before she started to fall. He pulled her close to him to safety, ignoring the splinters wedged in his palm, and felt his heart thump unevenly for what had almost happened. Vivienne was momentarily stunned, and lay limp in his arms. But she suddenly jerked back with a gasp, and pushed past him to the dark shelves.

He himself stood there, picking the splinters idly out of his hand, as he absorbed his feelings and actions. Why didn't he let her drop to the floor and break her neck? Why not let her die? It was easier to access the blood anyway. He shook his head abruptly as he tracked the human girl with his mind. His palm was already healed, and the animal inside him was back. The beating heart was at the lighted place, he found. Did the light attract her like how it attracted mosquitoes? He almost laughed.

Will ran to the lighted corner, and watched her. She was squatting next to the two bodies he'd drained before, flipping them over so that the light shined on their motionless faces. Curious for her lack of fear, he smoothly slid from the shadows, and watched her stand up slowly, eyes unreadable. He cocked his head sideways. Where did this strength come from? He studied her mind and her actions. She seemed to have decided to be brave and stand her ground. His lips spread into a small appreciative smile. He liked her strength, but what good would that do while facing a vampire?

She took a step back, like before. Will didn't want to play by her rules anymore. He took long strides to her, so she was pressed up against the wall. Yet her gaze did not waver. When he reached out to her, she flinched. Will smirked. He continued to slowly stretch his fingertips towards her throat, and watched as she flinched so much that she was looking at the side, eyes squeezed shut. His fingers finally touched her neck, and he felt the bloodlust kick in. His eyes widened, and he knew that they had turned gold. He could feel the heartbeat there, hear the delicious potion swishing in that vein; smell the intoxicating perfume of it. His hand was suddenly around her throat, and her hands went to try to pull his off.

"Let me go," she said hoarsely. He was squeezing her windpipe so she could barely breathe.

Will smirked and shook his head. He then let go of her throat, only to tilt her head back with a gentle but irresistible force, and grab her shoulders. He closed his eyes as he breathed in the scent, feeling his teeth lengthening to sharp points. Anticipation. It was almost as good as the final product. He quickly used his mind to bind her from interfering. Along the way, he found that she was having an inner discussion of death. He chuckled, too quietly for her to hear. Shouldn't the "damned" be the ones to die first? Why was she thinking about dying before? He felt her surprise of her inability to move, and then her anger. Like a flowing river of lava fresh out of a volcano.

What did you do? She snarled mentally at him.

Will was momentarily stunned with the "loudness" of the cry. He'd never met a human with so much Power. But he quickly pushed away his surprise. It was probably because they were tied together with the Soulmate Principle.

The pulse underneath his fingertips caught his attention again, and his pupils dilated in anticipation. The animal inside him took control again, and he closed his eyes, smelling the blood. The blood he craved for so long. His soulmate's blood – the blood that was said to be the most satisfying for him. He leaned down so that his face was just an inch away from her neck. Blood. He opened his lips and revealed the two sharp teeth that grazed her skin, teasing both of them. His tongue flicked quickly over the spot where he would bite, and unable to resist any longer, he sank his teeth into her neck.

The rich, red liquid poured down his throat, soothing the burn that was there since his birth. It was so addicting – the flavour and the texture – it was as if the elixir was just meant for him. Completely suited for his taste; he couldn't find any blood more satisfying than this. And aside from that – his greedy side rejoiced when he felt and saw the power in it. The life force was so bright it was almost blinding to him, but he welcomed it; if he didn't know any better, he would've assumed he was drinking from a witch, and from Aradia, no less. The brightness, the shine... he wanted it. All of it. To take all of it and become one of the most powerful vampires in the world. To control all the vermin and make rules bend to his will. The idea was so pleasing, so alluring, that he almost didn't feel a slight whisper of another mind trying to open his.

Almost.

Will slammed his wall down, but observed who it was from the other side. Of course. It was the human girl. Vivienne. His soulmate. He felt her mind probing his wall, trying to find a weak spot with gentle touches.

Slowly, gradually, with the intoxicating blood in his mouth, he found that he wanted her to find his weak spot, his Achilles' heel. He wanted the girl to unravel his secrets, his thoughts... He wanted someone to actually care about him... especially the person who would understand him without questions, the person who would bring him comfort, the person who he was destined to be with... his soulmate...

She'll leave once she sees the monster in you, a voice sneered in him. She'll throw you away once she finds out her friends were you and your brother's refrigerators. She'll never care for you, just like Mom and Dad.

Will immediately shielded himself, protecting his thoughts and such around Vivienne. He couldn't risk his heart; his mind, to face being abandoned once he let his guard down.

Not again.

All the same, he retracted his teeth and removed his mouth from her neck, licking the wound closed. As usual, he didn't spill a drop. He was too much of a neat freak to do that. He freed Vivienne's body from his mental hold and watched as the wounds closed by itself, leaving just a small red spot where it had been before.

Impassively, he stepped back and fixed his eyes on Vivienne. He watched as she closed her eyes and moved her head from side to side, as if she were waking up. She blinked slowly, those long-lashed lids opening and closing, and looked around her surroundings. Will continued to look on mutely, unsure of what her reaction after being bitten will be. It depended on the person.

Finally, her eyes went over to Will's face again, and gazed at him with an undisguised intrigue. "I'm dead right?" She sighed sadly.

"No," he answered shortly.

She took a step forward, wobbling unsteadily. In a flash, he was at her side, supporting her, feeling the tingles that made him feel confused. Her head rested on his chest lightly. He strangely liked it there.

"Let's go," he murmured as they went forward slowly.

Surprisingly, she let him guide her without question. No one said a thing until they were just behind the door to the streets.

He felt Vivienne pull away finally, leaving a cold spot where she once was.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Will looked down at her. Vivienne's voice was curiously child-like, and her eyes were innocent and pure.

Do I deserve her? Will thought, slightly confused as to why she wasn't calling him a monster yet. Her haze was gone; he could tell from the way she was able to walk by herself.

He shook his head, not knowing himself. Shaking off that matter, he focused on the procedures after blood was taken.

"Don't tell anyone what just happened, alright?" Will asked, using mind control to bind her mind to his words. "The story is that you were hungry so you went out to look for something to your taste. But as you tried to go back, you got lost. Conveniently, you saw me, and I took you back home." He saw in her eyes that her brain was slowly shifting to his will. "Understand?"

Vivienne nodded, eyes still in his control. "Yes," she whispered.

"Good." He then thought of another matter. "Give me your cell phone."

She complied, handing him her white Blackberry Bold.

Quickly, fingers in a blur, he texted the contacts called "Alex", "Mom" and "Father"with the same message: Sorry, I forgot to tell you that I left the church early. I'm going home now.

When they were halfway to the church, Vivienne spoke.

"Where are we going?" She asked, still in the child-like voice.

"To the church," Will snapped, in a bad mood.

He was still thinking about Adriel, and what he was supposed to do. He knew that despite the mind control he put on the police officers, he was still a pretty big suspect. He shouldn't have lingered around Kristina's body after he confronted Adriel about demolishing the girl's body – he should've taken it somewhere else. And that was before he knew Adriel was planning on having Vivienne find the body. Anyways, some security people saw their fight, which was, conveniently, just beside Kristina's body, and they happened to pick out Will only. He had a big feeling that Adriel had planted that thought in their heads. So when the police came, the security guards easily pointed them in his direction. He should've erased their memory, instead of lazily mixing up their thoughts. He'd underestimated their ability to put together the puzzle pieces. Hell, he should've killed them.

He glanced at Vivienne, seeing her eyes thoughtful, nothing like the terror or the blankness he was expecting. His thoughts then turned to the girl. He would like very much for her to be his refrigerator. Only... Will sighed. There was this tug from his heart, making him feel strangely guilty for wanting to drink her blood. But the taste was still fresh in his mind, and he didn't want to let go of it.

As he continued to think about it, the power and the taste soon won over the guilt he felt. His animalistic and cruel self took pleasure in the thought of the future, with the blood he would enjoy, and the power he would have to control.

It was settled then.

Vivienne would become his new refrigerator.

Will grinned maliciously, his eyes glinting gold in the sunlight.

Dum Dum Dummmm.

Notice how Will didn't ERASE Vivienne's memory.

He just told her to keep it a secret. ;]