A/N: So, here is the next chapter of my vampire story! Once again, I'm trying really hard to not copy Twilight. If you think it sounds too much like Teilight, PLEASE tell me in a reveiw. Actually, I'd prefer you leave a reveiw either way. I really didn't want to do this, but I'm not uploading anymore chapters to this story until I get at least one reveiw. Also, I'm using bribes again. Anyone who reveiws gets a lifetime supply of cybercookies!

Chapter Two

Mystery

Jess's Point of Veiw

Once the words were out of my mouth, I instantly regretted them. He tightened his grip around the steering wheel, and he looked like he was trying very hard not to snap it into peices. My heart rate increased. I had no doubt he could break the steering wheel if he really wanted to. It made him seem very dangerous, which he probably was, but I wasn't afraid of him. Despite my racing heart and my instincts telling me I should be afraid, I couldn't make myself fear him.

I must have merely hit a nerve, because he soon relaxed.

"What do you mean you're trying to figure out what I am?"

His voice sounded joking, not threatening, so I supposed he must not be mad.

"Well, I don't really know. It's true that there's something strange about you, but I suppose that doesn't mean you aren't human. I'm being silly, aren't I?" It felt much better to say that, especailly since it felt true. Well, not quite true, but definitely safe.

"No, not silly... Just extremely observant."

I was slightly shocked, but unsurprised.

"Are you telling me I'm right? You're not human?"

Jason's Point of Veiw

I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"The look on your face. You should look in the mirror."

Her expression went from shocked to annoyed.

"You didn't answer my question," she said, still annoyed. I laughed again. It was, in my opinion, extremely amusing when humans were angry with me.

"What?," she aked again.

"Nothing. And to answer your question, no, I'm not human. However, I'll leave figuring out what I am to you. Now, as for my earlier offer to let you stay with me, would you like to sleep in my car, or stop somewhere?"

"I don't care either way. Like I said, I'm not heading anywhere in particular. As long as it isn't somewhere with really warm weather, I'm good."

She was in luck. I couldn't exactly stop somewhere warm anyway. It did strike me as odd, though, that she didn't want somewhere warm. Most humans shied away from the cold.

"Do you enjoy cold weather?," I asked.

"Yes. I grew up in Maine, so it's what I'm used to. I suppose if I grew up in the south, I'd prefer warm weather. You don't mind the cold, do you?"

I almost laughed, but I was trying not to do anything suspicious that might lead her into figuring out what exactly I was.

"No, I don't mind the cold. Actually, I prefer it to the warm as well."

She raised one eyebrow.

"Why is that?," she asked.

Of course she was going to ask questions. After all, she was trying to discover my greatest secret.

"I don't know. I guess because I also grew up in the north."

There, that seemed like safe enough answer.

However, she looked unconvinced, so I worried for a minute, but when she didn't say anything, I guessed she was going to drop it.

"Well, since you don't mind either way, I'm going to keep driving," I informed her.

"Alright. That's fine with me."

We were both silent then, and within five minutes, she fell asleep.

Jess's Point of Veiw

It is dark all around me. I cannot see anything, not even my own hand, held out less than an inch from my face. The blackness is claustrophobic, and I begin to feel like I am suffocating. The room I am in is very cold, almost wintry. I can here water dripping somewhere in the distance. I try to walk forward, but am pulled back by a chain attaching my ankle to a wall somewhere behind me. I don't know how long I have been here because the days seem to run together. Not even the difference between night and day is distinct.

I here footsteps walking down a distant corridor. I cower against the wall I am chained to, now trembling as much from fear as from cold. I see a light in the distance approaching me. I want to walk closer to the light, but I am too afraid whoever is holding it will se me. I do not want to be found because when they come here, they will hurt me.

The light continues to approach me, casting long shadows down the corridor to where I am. I hear the footsteps getting louder. Whoever is walking down here is coming closer to me. They will no doubt find me because there is nowhere I can hide from them.

The light is here. I see a face flickering in the flames from the torch this person is holding. The pale white skin, brilliant eyes, and messy black hair all seem familiar to me. I know this person from somewhere, but I can't think of where because I am too afraid to think. The only thing that registers in my mind is that he is smiling at me. However, the smile is not freindly. Somehow, it is full of killing intent. He reaches out his hand to help me up. When I refuse to take it, he grabs me around the neck and yanks me to my feet. He pushes my back to the wall. He looks me up and down, admiring me not as a human, but more as a meal. He steps forward and presses his lips to my throat, as if to kiss me there.

Suddenly I feel a sharp pain slashing my neck. I scream as I feel my life draining away...

My eyes snapped open suddenly. I jumped up, glancing around, trying to figure out where I was. It took me a moment to realize a seat belt should have been restraining me.

"Jason?," I muttered into the darkness. No one answered. By now, I had realized that I wasn't in his car, but rather, a hotel room. I stumbled in the dark, looking for a light switch. The darkness was very unnerving after the dream I had just woken up from. I found the lightswitch and flicked it on.

I was in the room alone, which meant Jason must have checked out a seperate room for himself. I saw my guitar and messenger bag lying against the wall, next to a television stand. The kitten was asleep on top of the messenger bag.

Alone in an unfamiliar room, every detail of the dream was startlingly clear. I could remember how thick the darkness was, the freezing temperature, the raw fear as I saw someone walk towards me, how much that fear increased whan I saw the boy, the pain in my throat as he killed me.

I shuddered. That was definitely not the right path to let my mind wander down. But then I got to thinking about the bot in the dream. In the the actual dream, I did not realize who he was, but now, seeing his face in my mind, I could tell it had been Jason. This disturbed me, as when I dreamed it was usually because my subconcious was trying to tell me something my concious mind was having trouble figuring out. That meant I had to try to unravel the meaning of my dream.

So, the details were I was being held hostage in some kind of dungeon, it was dark, cold, and possibly wet. What did this symbolize? Probably nothing. My subconcious just tended to be overly theatrical. There was probably only one detail that really mattered. I analyzed everything Jason had done next. He walked down the corridor carrying a torch. This did not mean anything. However, the fact that he was specifically coming after me...

Then it hit me. The reason why he was holding me in a dungeon in my dream. The way he had looked at me. He'd been keeping me as a meal. I knew that, so that wasn't the part that mattered. However, the type of meal I was being use for did matter. The slashing pain in my throat had been Jason biting me. The reason why I felt my life draining away was because he was draining my blood.

I realized exactly what my dream ws telling me: Jason was a vampire.

A/N: That's the end of chapter two! REmember, leave a reveiw ot the next chapter may not be up for a while. Also, you have to get your lifetime supply of cybercookies! In any case, thank you for taking the time to read this.

-- Emily