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Author's Note: GEENA POV!!

Chapter Twenty Seven: Love in Cold Blood

I flipped the switch and the light spilled over the familiar settings of my apartment. It had been… to long since I'd been home. Hunting vampires takes you all over the world and you only get home every so often.

After months in that hospital, it was nice to be in the comfort of ones own possessions. I walked slowly through the rooms; grazing my fingers over pictures, candles, the back of the couch. I threw my bag on the couch and retreated to the kitchen.

"Only soft foods and lots of liquids," I quoted the doctor and looked through the fridge. I reached in and pulled out a container of yogurt. Lifting the lid let out the rancid, intoxicating smell of rotting, moldy yogurt. I gagged, and then grimaced.

My throat was still in poor condition, barely healed open enough to breathe. I swear I will have my revenge for this…

Come to find out, all the food in my kitchen had gone bad. My refrigerator was empty and my cabinets were empty too except for some dried box food.

"Yeah. Welcome home, Geena. You have no food, you got to go shopping. Go figure," I hauled my jacked back on and headed for the store for some essentials.

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Naturally, on my way home it was raining. My hair was plastered to my face and the bags sagged in my arms.

Stepping in just about every puddle that had began to form on the side walk, I finally made it.

The air in the hallway outside my door felt thick, but I figured it was just from the rainy weather.

Pushing into my dark apartment, shoving the door closed with my foot. I found my way to the kitchen without tuning on the light. I heaved the bags onto the counter, but froze when I felt that awkward presents that I wasn't alone.

I looked over at the couch were I had left my backpack, all the wooden stakes were in there; but I wouldn't surely get caught before I got around he counter. I looked around the kitchen to see if there was something I could use, knifes loomed right in my reach.

I shot my hand forward and grabbed one, whirling around and throwing it in the dark shadow of the hallway. I didn't hear it 'thud' into the wall, but that didn't mean anything.

The shadow shifted and came into view of the moonlight that streamed in from the window. It was a vampire, make no mistake. His eyes glowed bright red, eager and hungry. He advanced, never taking his eyes off me. The dark figure brought up his right hand and produced the knife; I flinched. His face twisted into a smirk, and then he slid the knife across the counter.

I looked nervously at the knife, then back at the mysterious intruder. "What the hell do you want…?"

He didn't respond, just smiled wickedly at me; showing off his sharp canines. I backed up; with out a weapon of any kind left me feeling weaker then I've ever felt. Even in the hospital, depending on a machine for life.

He advanced, pushing me farther back until I hit the wall and counter. I was trapped and about to die a death that I've tried to avoid for almost 300 years.

I swooped in to fast, I had no time to react; I soon felt his teeth sink into my neck.

Gasping, I felt my life leaving, my vision become blurry and my legs buckled. I literally felt my eyes roll back into my head and I literally felt myself die.

I knew I was dead; my heart wasn't beating in my chest. But at the same time, I felt… alive. More then I'd felt in ages. I opened my eyes and found myself on the floor of my kitchen. How much time had past? Is this heaven? Or is it…? Nevermind.

My wet hair had dripped down my face and down my chin, leaving a trail of water. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, but when I got over my lips… something felt different.

Oh. No. I opened my mouth and felt my canines. No no no no no no no no no no no fuck. I pulled my finder back to see it bleeding. I was… I was… one of them. I was a vampire.

Well, I figured instead of pouting on the floor, I would stand… and pout. I hauled myself up right, but saw that I wasn't alone.

That creep was still standing in my living room, blood smeared down his face. It must have been only seconds since I… died. He was facing toward me, but his eyes were closed. I snuck across my living room and stopped right in front of him. "Hey!" His eyes flew open right in time to see my fist come in contact with his left cheek.

He flew backward, knocking over my coffee table and implanting himself into the wall. His hung head shook and looked back up at me, confused. He flew back at me before I knew what happened. He pushed me up against the wall, holding me with his arm across my neck. What the fuck is it with people choking me?

"You were dead, I watched you die." He looked me in the eyes, searching for answers. He turned my head with his other hand, inspecting his bite marks no doubt. His fingers smudged through the blood that ran down my neck, but I don't think he found what he was looking foe. "You healed…" he gasped. Turning my head back forward, he pulled my mouth open and looked at my teeth. "No. This can't be right."

When he pulled his finger out of my mouth, I spoke, "I guess you didn't do your homework." I smirked at him, actually enjoying the fact that he had no fucking slue what was going on.

He stepped away, dropping me onto the floor.

I stood and leaned against the wall, "do you even know who I am, or am I just your assignment?"

"An assignment. I was supposed to kill you. Why aren't you dead?" I could tell it racking his brain. "I thought you could only become a vampire if I let you drink my blood?"

"Ah. A newbie, huh? Then I'll educate you. What you're thinking of is bonding. When a vampire drinks a Homo sapiens blood, then lets the homo sapien drink its blood in return; that turns the homo sapien into a vampire and bonds the two beings. But sucking a Homo Sapien dry kills it."

"Then why aren't you dead?" His face was sour.

"Because I'm not a homo sapien. Well… wasn't. I was a half vampire. I was already undead to a degree; I've been on this earth for 300 hundred years already. By sucking me dry of all my blood, you just made me a full vampire. My brother is Ville Valo, I'm sure you two have met. Since you are here, I can only assume he got himself into some trouble for marrying Vivian."

"Your Ville's sister?" how thick is this guy?

"Yes. And you are…?" realizing I didn't even know this guys name.

"Jared Leto."

"You know Jared; I could kill you for what you've done to me."

"Done to you? What's so wrong about being a vampire?"

"Everything. You know what I did in my spare time, before I ended up in that hospital. I killed your kind."

"A vampire hunter," he gasped, looking around the room as if I had some traps hidden.

I rolled my eyes, "If I had anything harmful to vampires with me, I could have killed you earlier. So relax."

For lack of a better thing to do, I found myself staring into his eyes. I felt myself get lost in his blue eyes, drowning in the skirling captivity of them. He looked so cute when his face wasn't smeared with blood… my blood. She stared back intently, almost luring me to him. I felt the sudden urge to sit on the couch next to him.

My legs walked forward, but my head had no idea what was going on. "What are you doing to me?"

"Geena, you're so beautiful." I sat next to him and be brushed some hair out of my face. I pushed his hand away from my face, glaring at him.

"What are you doing to me?"

"Getting hair out of your face and complimenting you."

"No, you're doing something in my head. I didn't want to sit on the couch, but for some reason… I'm here. Why?

"I don't know, do you have no control over your body?"

"I'm not controlling my body, you are. Stop it."

"Alright. Now you can leave the couch if you like."

But problem was, I didn't feel like leaving the couch. My eyes locked with his, what was he going to me?

He was leaning in closer.

"What… what are…?" I couldn't seem to concentrate, nothing was making sense. I found myself leaning in as well with my eyes half closed. "You doing to me…" I whispered.

"Kissing you," Then our lips met.

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Awwww. Isn't it mushy? Personally, I wouldn't go for a guy that just tried to kill me two seconds ago, but whatever. Ok. So I already have some of the other chapters typed up, I'm just waiting for some reviews to let me know you really want the next chapter. Aren't I evil? Don't worry. The stories almost over. : D