Author's Notes: This is the missing chapter 4. Stuff in this chapter is needed to know for a future chapter. Sorry I haven't been updating, I been sick with a stomach bug and been throwing up. Updates plus a bonus holiday chapter!

Emily groaned as she started to come to it. She was trapped in a dark, damp cell with nothing but a single metal-framed bed and a small dresser. With a sigh she went toward the cell door and tried to see if she can make anything out from the dark side of the open. It was to dark to make anything out. "If only you give into your vampire side, you'd be able to see me." The voice came through of the darkness.

"Damon…" She hissed with a glare. She looked toward where the voice came from. He waved his hand, causing the candles in the room to light up. There stood the man whom haunted her dreams for centuries; shoulder's length brown hair with the dark red eyes and a pale compaction. "GO to hell."

"That's not a never nice way to talk to a man who brings you dinner." He chuckled as he turned toward the door, "Lucas, bring the human." Fear shot through Emily's body as she noticed the werewolf pulling an older man, maybe late 30's, into the room. "For your first time it's easy to have one already started." Damon winked at her before biting into the man's neck. Her hand covered the gasp that escaped from her lips as her eyes filled with horror.

"STOP IT!" She cried out. The door of her cell open but before she could act the bloody man was thrown at her and the cage was once again locked. Emily had enough control to ignore the blood, for the time being. She had feed not to long ago and could hold off even though the smell of fresh human blood made all her nervous go mad of hunger. She ripped off the bottom of her shirt and placed it against the man's neck. "It's okay, you'll be okay." Though she truly wasn't sure how it was.

"Love, give in to your desires. All of them, including your one for me." Damon said, smirking cockily. Emily glared at him and rolled her eyes.

"Damon, I have no desire for you nor will I ever!" She snarled with a red eye, death glare. "I have no feelings but hate toward you, no love, no lust, nothing."

"So what, you prefer that weak white ranger?" Damon glared at her; there was no way he'd lose his key to power but a puny earth boy. Emily just smiled sweetly and said nothing. Of course she did, Owen was caring, sweet, and put others before himself. He was a real man, not a soul-less, life-sucking leech. Damon was a disgrace to vampires, to her people. She would put a stop to it if it were the last thing she did.

Meanwhile, Owen was readying the other rangers. Alex felt terrible for letting the spell take her over. Thankfully, Jake was able to comfort her and making sure she knew it wasn't her fault. Ignoring some side remarks from Logan, the two went for a walk hoping to clear their heads before heading to save Emily. Owen was eerily calm, which worried the gang. They knew from day one Owen had a bad crush on the vamp princess. Zordon was the one who thought of calling his father.

"Bud, you okay?" Tommy asked as he placed a hand on Owen's shoulder. Out of Zordon's requested; he came to talk to his son. They needed the white ranger's head in the clear if they were to pull off the rescues.

"Fine, dad. She is a strong girl and will be fine." Owen said, mostly to himself. He was deeply worried for the safety of their teams pink princess, the girl he feel for at first sights. She was caring, gentle yet tough, sweet but bitchy if needed.

"So was your mom but that didn't stop me from worrying about her when she was kidnapped." Tommy told his son to chuckle. Of course Owen remember his father's bedtime stories about him being the white knight saving his mom. Even though Owen wasn't in fairytales enjoyed his father spin on it, going into detail on how he kicked ass.

"She will be okay, right dad?" He asked softly.

"I think she will have who ever capture her begging for death. I mean, when we were sparing in the basement you seem to have a hard time keeping up with her." Tommy smirked, tensing his son. Owen rolled his eyes.

"Dad, if you want to get with a girl, beating her in combat won't help." Owen grumbled but smiled at his dad.

"Alright, go off and bring your pink ranger home. Make sure you aren't late for dinner or your mom might just kill me." Owen nodded and quickly went to join the other rangers.

Emily wasn't sure if the man was savable any more and she was growing weaker. Her will power to ignore the smell of the blood coming off the man was gone. 'feed… feed… feed' a voice hummed in her ear. She wanted to scream, tell the voice she was strong and wouldn't but she couldn't. Instead she pressed her lips against his open wound and bit into him.

He had no fight left and didn't struggle. She left his blood flow into her month. She sucked against his suck till there was nothing left, but she didn't have her fill. She licked his neck then the blood off her hands. Reality hit her as she heard the fighting from outside. She looked toward the man to find a limp body of a man staring blankly up at her. She felt like dropping to her knees and crying. She was turning into what her father never wanted her to. She quickly wiped her face off. She couldn't let her friends see her like this.

"Em?" She heard Alex call. The yellow ranger appeared in the room and blasted the lock. She froze at the sight of the body. "Emily…"

"I'll explain you everything, don't tell the others." Emily pleaded to her friend. Alex nodded and quickly guided her out. Emily joined the others and was able to take back her morpher. They teleported home, Emily went over Alex's for a night for another sleepover. She ended up telling everything to Alex, about the man she killed.