Me: Yay I am so happy. This is the second chapter on three days. How great am I?

*cricket cricket*

Yeah I know right. So anyway, this is a Blossom and Brick chapter. There is also an intense scene I will alert you if you do not want to read it.

Blossom's POV

Becoming a vampire was not on my list of things to do before I die, but because of those stupid ruffs, I have no choice. Even though Brick is my counterpart, why is it that I have to marry him? Do I even have to marry him; maybe there is some loop hole that can help me.

"There are no loop holes." Brick whispered in my ear. I jumped, throughout all of my inner ramblings I didn't hear in come in, let alone get close to me.

"Brick, what are doing here?" I asked. He looked at me.

"This is my room, pinky. Are you getting dumber by the second?" I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Out of everyone, you at least, should know that I am not, in any way, dimwitted." I yelled. He scowled at me. I glared back. He tossed a box my way. I opened it cautiously. A beautiful chained bracelet with a dangling ruby was revealed? I gasped it was stunning

"Don't think of this as a present, remember I'd rather kill you, it's a part of the rebirthing ritual." He told me walking towards the door. I could have sworn that I heard something else in his voice. Something was telling me that what he said was a lie. As for which I part, I could not tell.

"This is Melissa; she will be taking you to your dressing room. There's no way we could do the ritual with you looking like that." He said opening the door for the black haired beauty. Her eyes were a violet color, and she was wearing a skimpy maid's uniform.

"Just what is wrong with the way I dress?" I confronted him, my hands found their place on my hips.

"Don't stand here arguing with me. Go get ready. " He pushed me out of the room. Melissa was already halfway down the hall. I jogged up behind her and started to quietly follow her. Something struck me as off, was it her hair, her attitude. I was silently trying to place my finger on it, when she began to speak.

"It is not wise to speak to master Brick that way." I looked up at her and scoffed.

"He has you call him master, how chauvinistic is that?" I stated. Melissa turned on the balls of her feet and stopped in front of me.

"Don't you dare speak of master brick with such a tongue! He has done many things for you. You should be grateful, you piece of trash." I stared at her as if she slapped me. She grabbed my wrist roughly and shoved me into my supposed dressing room. I found my clothes on a nearby chair. It was a strapless flowing dress. It was pink at the bottom and gradually rose to a blood at the top.

There was a pink flower drown and regular gladiator shoes. I had put everything on when I realized I was still holding the bracelet Brick had given me. I had clasped it on myself. I was stunned to see the clasp disappear in front of my eyes.

Now that I thought about it, this was the first present a boy has ever given me. Of course they thought I was hot, but I was always intimidating to them. I walked out of the room sighing and thinking of how sweet it was for brick to give this to me, whether it was a part of the ritual or not.

"Oh Brick." I whispered to myself as I stood on the hallway.

"Yes?" He answered. I jumped and looked up, Brick was standing there. I blushed, a light shade of pink.

"So we better get this ritual over with, huh." I said trying to cover up my embarrassing moment. I waited for him to start talking or to even walk away, but he just stood there, looking at me.

"Why are you staring at me?" I asked tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. He shook his head, grabbed my hand and dragged my down the hall. When we got there Buttercup and Butch were standing in front of a door marked one.

"Damn it," Butch shouted,"we're late." I heard boomer's muffled voice through the wall. He said something along the lines of get over it, but I'm not entirely sure. Brick pulled me into the room marked two. As soon as the door clicked shut there was a bang.

"Damn it, not again." Butch yelled. Brick rolled his eyes. He walked over to the chair and sat down. I looked around. (Poor Butch, when will he learn.)

"There are no more seats." I said. Brick nodded. I frowned. "Then where am I going to sit?" He patted his lap, smirking. I backed up. "Oh no, I am not sitting on your lap." He walked towards me and picks me up bridal style. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was no use.

"Stop squirming and sit still." He told me as he held me down on his lap. He moved my hair behind my ear.

"Brick I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with this." He looked at me. My heart felt as if it was going to beat out of my chest.

(Okay everyone this is where the intense scene starts. Don't say I didn't warn you.)

"If I am forced to spend the rest of eternity with you, I want to have some fun along the way." I cringed. What was he going to do to me? My thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of his tongue traveling up my neck.

"Ah, Brick what are you doing?" I asked between my labored breathes. He responded with a small kiss on my neck.

(And know It is over. Heavy right -_-')

"Brace yourself." He whispered in my ear. Before I could contemplate the multiple meaning, I felt a sharp pain, then a flood of warmth. That wasn't the only thing that flooded into me though. Anger, lust, and care embraced my soul. I knew that they must have been Brick emotions.

"That's right Pinky." I heard him say into my head.

"So who is it you care about?" I thought.

"What are you talking about?" I searched his mind and saw myself as he saw me. At first I was really ugly looking, but I transformed into a beautiful angel.

"It's me?" I questioned. Brick pulled out his fangs, which disconnected our psychic bond. ""You care about me?

"In my world of darkness and secrets, I will bind myself to you, for as long as I exist." He used his nail to make a cut along his forearm.

"Drink this." He told me. I leaned towards his arm hesitantly, but reluctantly gulped down some of his blood. It tasted spicy yet sweet, it burned going down my throat. He pulled his arm away. He licked his cut and it healed instantly.

"I thought you hated me?" I asked him. He lifted me out of his lap and began to pace the room.

"I did, but when we were playing twister, I felt my heart beat for the first time since I died." H e gripped my shoulders. "For the first time, my dark and meaningless existence became brighter, more bearable." He stared at me with a deep intensity.

"But you said, you wanted to kill me." I stated. My head was reeling. It was hard to soak in all of this information.

"I was angry, I didn't know how to handle it. I retaliated, I am sorry." He wrapped his arms around me. Despite being a vampire his hug was considerably warm. I thought back to when Brick gave me the bracelet. My heart started to beat again. Wasn't I just dead? Could it be?

"Brick I think I feel the same way." I looked up into his magma colored eyes. A faint blush rose to my cheeks.

"You are really pretty when you blush." He said as he leaned down and kissed me gently. He pulled away, and embraced me once again. I sighed.

"Oh Brick." I said. What am I going to do about my sisters? We walked out of the ritual room and went back to his room hand in hand.

Me: I hoped you guys liked this chapter. I know I enjoyed writing it. So tell me what you think. Leave a review and stay tuned. bye!