Disclaimer: again; I only own Geena and Vivian.

Chapter 6: Join Me in Death

After Vivian was safely gone, Ville bared his fangs at Geena. "What do you want!" he spat.

"To finish was I started," she said raising the threatening wooden stake farther over her head. She plunged, but she was no match for Ville's reflexes. Ville cried out in anger, resembling a mountain lion.

Geena lost her balance and dropped the flashlight; it rolled and hit Ville's boot. With one swift motion, the flashlight was ebliterated. They were plunged into darkness; Geena's weakness.

Ville's eyes made for the dark; saw Geena blink her eyes repeatedly trying to get them to adjust.

Taking advantage of the moment, he wrapped his fingers around her throat. She dropped both the knife and stake and grabbed his hand. He lifted her so that her toes barely grazed the ground.

"You'd kill your own sister?" her face snide, her lips in a smirk, but her voice betrayed her.

"You'd kill your own brother." He stated.

"I'm not the monster!" she screamed and kicked wildly.

Ville laughed, "Weather you like it or not, big sister; that blood runs in your veins. You'll just have to square with that some day. If I were to bite you this moment…"he trailed off. He would never bite her. When a Vampire drinks a relatives blood, human or Vampire; it's enough to make them sick for weeks. Not to mention it doesn't taste so pleasant. A vampire can drink another vampire's blood and nothing will happen. So when it comes to whose blood you drink, you'd better make sure you know your family tree.

"You wouldn't dare!" she glared.

"OR WHAT!" He yelled. "What would you do, Geena; kill yourself? Good, get you off my back." Ville could tell his last words stung a little.

"No," She croaked. "I would kill every single fucking Vampire on this earth… Then I would finish the job."

Ville squeezed his hand tighter, blocking her air pipes. Her eyes widened and she began flailing her legs and scratching at his arm. He smirked and threw her against the nearest dumpster.

She landed in a heap, Ville's smirk faded when she didn't move. Oh bloody hell, did I just kill her? He almost ran to her, but she moved. She pushed herself up on her hand, leaning against the dumpster. Her face was covered in blood which ran down onto her shirt; her face contorted with pain.

The sight of Geena's blood made Ville nauseous.

From the way she was over protective of her left arm, he could guess something was broken or dislocated.

"How long is this going to last Geena?" Ville asked and paced in front of her. "When will you finally grasp you destiny. You know that's what mother wanted."

"If I gave a damn what mother wanted, I wouldn't have killed her." She stated pointedly.

Ville kicked her and she skidded across the alley floor, blooding up her good arm. "I'LL NEVER FOGIVE YOU FOR THAT!" he screamed.

"Like…" she puffed. "…I need your forgiveness."

Ville turned his back to her, trying desperately to calm him self, so not to kill her in the most brutal way possible. He heard he move behind him, but ignored it.

"We could work together. Your hunting and my skills together could be unstoppable." The smell of her blood was giving him a huge head ache and dulling his other senses. He just barely heard Geena's uneven footsteps behind him as she limped.

Ville turned just in time to see the stake fly past his face. He leaned back slightly and felt it drag through his skin. It cam so close to his heart that he felt a twinge of pain that was slowly cresendoing. The farther back he leaned, the lower it went. He finally came to his senses when it came down to his pant line and grabbed her arm.

He pulled the stake upward and smacked her across the face with the back of his hand. Geena fell to the ground and he staggered forward, almost falling. What little blood he had left was gushing out the open wound; it was from his shoulder to his waist. That's gonna leave a mark. It soaked into his jeans and ripped open t- shirt.

He threw the stake aside almost as if it burned him.

Geena lay unconscious under a pile of fallen garbage cans.

"If I had the energy…"he winced as he took a step forward, but continued, "I'd kill you my self; here and now."

He buttoned up his trench coat as far as it would go; so to cover the blood stained clothes. As he walked passed Geena, he growled, "I'll deal with you later."

He could feel his energy rapidly leaving him in order to heal a wound that would take more than his own attention. He limped down the street, suppressing a groan with every step.

Once he reached Vivian's building, he concealed himself in the nearby shadows and slowly took off. A 5 second trip took him 5 minutes.

Relived to have made it, he leaned on the wall a few minutes before looking inside. She laid in her bed, her back to him. He didn't know weather to be angry or just relieved.

Ville's next words exploded out of his mouth before he had time to stop them.

"HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID?!"

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Ok, I know Ville sounds like a total dick at the moment, but I promise. He's not what it seems. Ok, don't judge him off this chapter… because then you are going to be judging him the whole time, and… that's not what your suppose to do.