Hi guys! So this is the final chapter :) I hope you love it a lot.

I walked away from his door, a tear slipping down my cheek without my consent. I didn't care. All I cared about is Jack, and now he was gone. He thought just like everyone else; vampire equals monster, monster equals killing others and eating it, vampire equals Hiccup, Hiccup equals STAY AWAY.

This wasn't any fair. Jack had liked me before, he cared. He told me to go to class on time, he told me to see a doctor. He was the thing I was missing in my life and rriiiiip! Now that's taken away from me too.

I wanted to say that I could move on. That I could be happy without him, like he could be happy without me, but I don't like to lie. I knew that there was going to be two ways this was going to end up: either we were together and living happily as long as Jack lived, or he squashed me like a cockroach and left me because I was a vampire.

In truth, I didn't even see myself as a vampire. My fangs barely come out anymore, I've controlled all my super-everythings, and I can live perfectly normal. You know, except for the fact that I need some blood to keep me living or I go insane.

Before all this, I didn't know what was worse: going without blood or the person you loved. But now I definitely knew, and it hurt me more than the burning thirst ever would. I could get more blood, but there was only one Jack, and he wanted nothing to do with me.

Surprisingly, tears came down from my eyes quickly, dropping to the asphalt. I ignored it all and went home. I banged my head on the door a couple times, and even tried hitting myself with my lamp. It didn't measure up to the pain I was feeling inside though.

Not even close. I looked at my phone warily. Should I? I did it anyway. My finger undid the lock and clicked "Messages."

Damn, this was harder than I thought. I was cold. Really cold. And I was bored. North called, saying he had some important business some-place-or-another and that he wouldn't be home. Typical. No matter what I tried, it was like a chill swept through me.

I was tired of this. I walked to the thermostat. 78 degrees. 78 degrees? Why am I so cold?

I couldn't watch T.V, it reminded me too much of… Hiccup. There. I said it. I missed Hiccup. Was that the reason why I felt so cold? Something told me that was a 'yes'.

I was sort of being a jerk, wasn't I? But… but it was justified, right? I was freaked out! I mean… the blood on his face… his eyes were actually a slightly darker sinister green. Now that I think about it… yeesh. He was scary…

I sat on the couch, even colder than before, a void opening in my heart where Hiccup should be. I brought my knees to my chest and rested my forehead on my kneecaps. I refused to shed another tear.

And then my phone buzzed.

Looking over at the coffee table where I left my phone, my breathing stopped. Who was it? Should I look at the message?

Slowly, as if it was a wild animal, I grabbed the small Verizon Intensity III and looked at the lit-up screen.

"New Message: Hiccup" was what was on the screen with a little image of an envelope opening to reveal the letter inside. I pressed the "Open" button cautiously.

"I'm sorry." The message read.

That was the worst thing he could have ever sent. I would have been okay with "I hate you," or "I can't believe how stupid you're being". I would have been okay if he sent, "I wasn't planning on sucking your blood, but now I am. Watch out." I would have accepted my death gratefully; it was better than the exceptional cold that was seeping through me right now.

But no, those two little words were all it took to bring me to tears. Why would he be the one that's sorry? He can't help who he is! And… if he said that, that means that he still loves me. Somehow, I don't know if that's ever going to change.

Tears slipped over my cheeks as I slid open the phone and typed my reply, which was longer than what I meant it to be. I shut the phone triumphantly, and soon the world was spinning. The emotional turmoil of the day had me exhausted.

I curled up on the couch, my phone cradled near my chest, and my eyes drooped closed. I fell asleep

He forgot to press "SEND."

I anxiously waited all night for a reply. I didn't care if it was a "Go fuck yourself," I just wanted it to be some kind of reply from Jack. That means something, right?

But none came. The next day, there was school, but I didn't bother. I wasn't wanted. I wasn't need. My only reason in life didn't care, so why should I? If I was human, I would have hanged myself already.

My throat didn't even burn from the thirst, but the rest of my body did. It was like I just got beat up; the pain was everywhere. But nothing was worse than the pain radiating from the place where my dead heart was.

I took it all out on my phone. I threw it against the walls and the floor and put it in a blender too. Pretty soon, it looked just as broken as I did. Good.

I waited for Hiccup to meet me outside my house and walk to school with me. He didn't come. He probably was out doing something, I told myself. I trudged to school alone. After every class, I was the first one out of the room because I was hoping that he would be there. But he wasn't.

Was he still mad at me? I thought the text I sent would somehow clear everything up! I poured my heart and soul into the message after all.

Pitch was waiting for me in the center quad after school. He noticed me without Hiccup. I got a good solid beating, and I was left in a heap of pain for a while. But I pulled myself together and dusted myself off. I wasn't hurt that bad, I just pretended so the beating could stop.

I felt my pockets for my phone. Did Pitch steal it? No, I didn't have it with me toady, I left it at home. Damn.

After school. I basically ran home, trying to get to my phone as fast as humanly possible. When I got there, I was breathing hard, and my fingers were fumbling with the key. But, finally, with the good grace of God, I was undid the lock and hurtled inside. On the coffee table was my phone, and I ran and got it.

Pressing the "Okay" button to light up the screen, I saw it. The message I typed out last night. It was still on the screen, waiting patiently for me to press send.

"Oh no…" I muttered. I hit my head with the brick once, then pressed "SEND" quickly.

Hiccup never got my message. He never read my apology, he didn't know how sorry I was for being such an asshole.

I found myself running down the streets. People yelled at me when I happened to get in their way, but that didn't stop me. I ran and ran until I was near Hiccup's house. I could barely breathe, but I put on a burst of speed and reached his porch. I banged the door relentlessly.

"Hiccup… please answer the door… please…" I muttered with every knock I issued on the door. I was biting my lip nervously. Why isn't he answering? "HICCUP!" I yelled, hitting and kicking the door with more energy than I thought I had in my body.

"Hiccup! Let me in!" I screamed again. I heard muffled sounds from the inside of the house, but no footsteps. No tell-tale signs that Hiccup would be coming to the door.

I was fed up with this. I walked over to a window that was next to the front door. I took my phone, which I had clamped in my hand, and hit the window as hard as I could. The window shattered. I grinned.

"What the-?" I heard someone say. I ignored it. I knocked out the remaining glass and shimmied myself into the house.

Hiccup was standing at his couch, looking at me with red, puffy green eyes and a startled expression. I broke out into a grin and I launched myself at him, burying my face into the crook of his neck. Hiccup's arm wrapped around me uncertainly.

"I'm so sorry, Hiccup!" I said. "I meant to send you a message last night, but I fell asleep and I didn't press send and I didn't realize it until after school and I sent it and you didn't reply and then I came here and you didn't answer the door and I…" I said, not noticing how I was rambling on. Hiccup laughed softly.

"My phone got destroyed hours ago. I couldn't have gotten your message even if you sent it on time." Hiccup said.

"It was a really good speech too…" I mumbled, taking in all of Hiccup that I could at this moment.

"Maybe you could read it to me." Hiccup said, his grip around me becoming firmer and more comforting. And I was finally warm. The cold that was pestering me the whole day finally subsided, and I nearly melted into Hiccup. I wouldn't have minded, and neither would he, I expect.

"You know I hate public speaking." I said, smiling. I pulled up the message on my phone. I let go of him, regretfully, and pressed the phone into his hand. "Read it."

Hiccup's green eyes skimmed it about twice as he scrolled down and up and down again. He looked at me, eyes bright and smile warm.

"You too." He said, pulling me in for a kiss. I accepted it gladly.

The message:

"Don't be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one that's sorry.

Like, a million times sorry. Because I was a total asshole. I let all the superstitions and legends fill my head and I got ahead of myself.

I can't say how fucking sorry I am. I don't care anymore, okay? I love you for who you are, Hiccup, and nothing will change that. I should have realized that sooner.

I love you so much it makes my heart hurt, and I would wish for a heart attack every day of my life, just so it can remind me of you.

You're as insubstantial as smoke, and if that's what it takes, I'll keep lighting fires just so I can be close to you. (Second-hand smoke be damned.)

Every single time I'm with you, it sends shivers up my spine as if it was snowing, and I would pray for a storm every day if that's what it takes to get you back to me.

I'm hopelessly in love with you. Don't be mad. I was an idiot. I'm sorry. I love you."

Author's Note:

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. First of all, I'm sorry Jack was being a total asshole last chapter. I was thinking about the fear he would feel about the whole vampire-revelation.

And I'm sorry about the cheesy ending. I had to do it. But at least their together again, right?

Haha, I'm not sure if I should make this a series. Like, another part to it or not. If you want me to continue this, leave a review please. I'm really not sure about this.

That you for reading this and I love you forever.

~HoneyBeeez