Me: Merry Christmas, happy hannakah, happy kwanza, and every other holiday that i do not know.

I know it has been a while since i have updated so i would like you to have this. *Hands a wrapped box.* It's a chapter of Love Bites.

Hope you Enjoy.

Boomer led me back to his room. I t was blue and black. It was more compact the the other rooms. It was mainly clean except for the far right corner, which was filled with art supplies and splattered with paint. On the wall adjacent to it was all of his art. I hardly noticed when I first awoke. I walked towards it.

"Did you do all of this yourself?" I asked. I heard him take steps towards me. Yeah, was his answer. I spun around and grinned at him.

"Your amazing, do you know that?" I told him. Shocked flashed across his face.

"No one has ever said that to me before." I smiled up at him. I had to admit he was very easy on the eyes. His golden blond hair shimmered in the low light. His skin glowed and his navy blue eyes were sparkiling. He jumped a little startling me.

"I almost forgot," He started pulling something out of his pocket and placing it in my hands. "This is for you." He smiled and rocked on the heels of his feet wainting for me to look at my present. I opened my hands and let out a squeal of joy. It was a beautiful necklace. It's chain was covered in blue satin, a round shapphire hung from the middle.

"This is for me?" I asked touching the sapphire. Boomer nodded. He clasped the necklace around my neck. At first I could feel the chill of the cold metal, but the chill transformed into the soft caress of satin. My eyes widened.

"What just happened?" I asked. He smiled down at me.

"This necklace not only identifies you as my soulmate, but it will also protect you for all of eternity. You will never be able to take it off." He pulled me into his embrace. I wrapped my arms around his waist and inhaled his scent.

"You should really get ready for the rebirthing ritual." He told me while pulling away. "Just follow Lola here, she will help you get ready." He pushed me towards a pretty girl with long red hair in a very skimpy maids uniform. I looked back and narrowed my eyes.

"Butch's idea?" I asked, he nodded. I sighed. It figured that Butch would make his 'help' wear something like that looked like it came out of an adult movie. I followed Lola anyway.

"Your really lucky you know." I looked at her, she was scowling. "Your lucky Mr. Boomer is nice enough to protect your worthless life." I looked at her again, out of shock a small gasp escaped my lips. She stopped and turned to me.

"What, am I going to make you cry? Good, you deserve to suffer for interfering with Mr. Boomers life." She said to me in a screaming whisper. She grabbed my arm and shoved me into the dressing room.

"Your clothes are on the chair, madam." She told me in a mock sweet voice. It actually would have convinced me she was more bubbly than, well me. But I already saw her true colors, I'll be darned if I let her fool everyone else. I saw my clothes laid out on the chair, like she said it would be. I checked them for pins before putting them on, with a girl like Lola around you can never be too sure. Inoted that the clothes I was putting were really cute. I had a flower crown, which meant my hair has to be down, a long, flowy, pale blue dress, and gladiator sandels that tied up my legs. I opened the door ready for Lola's cruel remarks, but instead found Boomers handsom face.

"You look lovely." He said pulling me into a hug.

"Thank you." I said trying to hide my blush.

"Come on we have to hurry or we won't get the best room." he yelled back as he pulled me along. I was confused.

"We only had three ritual rooms before Blaze joined us, then we made him this really crappy one for him, but he tricked us into making it first come first served." I laughed and started to fly next to him.

"So we better pick up the pace, huh." He smirked and started to fly as well. We showed up at the ritual room in a matter of seconds. He pulled me into the room with the door marked one. The room was beautiful, the walls were pale blue. flowers filled the room. Boomer put his hand on my shoulder. It was cold, but I did not mind. He led me to the chairs in the middle of the room.

"Damn it , we're late." We heard Butch screamed, I jumped.

"Get over it, Butch!" Boomer yelled. I heard a growl from outside the door.

"He killed the mood, didn't he?" He asked. I nodded a little. He smirked down at me.

"I can change that." He leaned down and kissed my neck and jaw line. Being the good girl that I was, I have never experienced this before, but I had to admit it felt good. He pulled back.

"I have to bite you now. Then, you have to bite me." His head moved closer to my neck.

"How would I bite-" I trailed off. His sharp canines piecred my flesh. I gasped in both pain and pleasure. A flood of emotions washed over me. Love, Fear, Anger, Joy, but none of them were the emotion that I was feeling. Could I be inside of Boomer's head? Was it even possible?

"Are three super powered teen crime fighting girls possible, too?" He didn't say it aloud, yet I still heard him.

"Are you talking in my mind?" I asked.

"Yes." He answered. He pulled his teeth from my neck. I gasped again.

"In my world of darkness and secrets, I will bind myself to you for the length of my existence." Boomer chanted while using his nail to slice a line across his forearm. Blood trickled down from his cut. He held his arm to my mouth. I was drawn to it. I sucked down four big gulps of his blood. It burned going down my throat. He pulled his arm away.

"That should do it." He said. He licked his wound and it healed instantly.

"How would I know if I'm a vampire?" I asked. He laughed and pointed at my chest. Of course. my heart would stop beating. I put my hand to my heart. Nothing happened. I held my breath. I didn't blink. My eyes didn't burn, and my lungs didn't ache for oxygen, most of all my heart didn't beat. It worked.

"I am a vampire now." I said looking up at him. He smiled

"Yep, your are safe, now and forever." I pouted.

"How anti-climatic." Boomer started to laugh again.

Me: There you go guys. And once again I am sorry I left my notebook (which had the start of this chapter in it) in my class. My friend grabbed it for me, but kept forgetting to give it back. I tried to rewrite it but it did not feel the same, and that is why this chapter is so late. And because I am so sorry I will start working on chapter nine: BRICK AND BLOSSOM'S romantic ritual.

Review and read more. Happy Holidays you guys(and girls, really I have no clue who reads this).