A/N: Oh,wow! Another chapter. LOL. I'd like to apologize that it's kind of short first, though. The plot will be tied up very soon, so stay tuned.

Random Fact About The Click Five: Kyle's favorite color is green, and Ethan shops in the ladies section for his skinny jeans and he's a size 29. OMG. Ok, you can read now. :)

It was over. My life, all my dreams and my hope, it was all gone. It was all a pretense, a lie.

"Bloody curse." That was all I could say.

I didn't believe there was such a thing.

Then, again.

I hadn't believed in vampires either.

I buried my head in my cottony dress's lap and felt the blood rush towards my brain.

I'd been in love with a vampire. My real father was a vampire. My parents had made a deal with vampires. My half-sister was kept alive because of vampires.

Why did everything have to revolve around vampires?

It was a scary thought. To be in this huge underground castle, surrounded at every corner by vampires.

Vampires which could kill me at any instant.

The only thing which prevented them from doing so would be Aro's orders, of course. The memory of my first conversation with my real father came back to me.

"They will change you. Make you into one of us."

"Why?"

"To wed you to Marcus. You are to be his bride."

His voice took on a frustrated tone, and I could see he hated the situation just as much as I did.

It seemed that things could only get worse.

Before this, I'd been meant to marry someone I didn't love,yes. But now, I had to marry a vampire I didn't love.

And judging by the way Marcus was described, he seemed incredibly bitter and emotionless.

The only thing which was keeping me from just taking a knife to my wrists and dying was that I'd be able to see James again.

He'd said he'd be meeting friends in Italy. What other friends than the ones here?

I had noticed something peculiar about James, when it came to his appearance, if he was compared to the other vampires here. His eyes were golden honey-colored.

Yet, every vampire I'd seen here had frightening blood-red eyes instead.

I wanted to ask my father about it, but I refrained. I knew I wouldn't be able to say a word about him without having an intense blush creep onto my cheeks.

Because, every time I gave a thought about him, I was reminded of the night on the ship.

And I'd wish that if there was any possible way, that I could stay locked in those moments forever.

But I couldn't.

And those memories would stay exactly what they were.

Memories.

Something which could be forgotten, and was forgotten when you became a vampire.

The thought made me want to sob into my skirt, but I knew that if I stayed rooted in the past, I'd become just as much as a shell as Marcus was.

Poetry.

That'd always been my way of expressing myself. I'd written thousands of poems, but I'd left them behind. Back home in England.

Maybe if I wrote a poem…

I pulled myself up from my curled up state and started searching the windowless bedroom for a piece of paper and a pen.

"No…not here."

I opened several drawers and rummaged through them, before finding some scraps of letter paper. I found a slate, sat down on the cushiony bed, and began to write.

I'd dream every night,
Hoping to find,
Something worth living for,
I'd see your face,
But I didn't know
it was you.

When I first met you,
I didn't think,
That you would
want me.

But you did.
You chose me
out of all the others,
and I fell
in love with you.

Fate was kind,
And I may have been
lost to another destiny,
Yet I met you again,
And you kissed me
beneath the stars.

I'll cherish that moment,
I'll treasure it in my heart,
I know that you have
forever to forget me,
and I have
forever to remember you,
but
I know I'll always love you,
and I hope you know that too.

When I'd finished writing it, I could barely see the paper. My eyes were too filled with tears.

I lay back against the bed, all my resolve lost. I didn't want to forget how much I loved him.

And I didn't want him to forget me too.

Although the mind forgets, the heart never does.

I fell asleep, repeating that sentence inside my head.

I woke up to the feeling of something very cold and hard next to me. Like a pillar of marble.

I jerked up in surprise, my eyes flying open. But there was nothing there.

I was alone on the soft bed, and my poem was gone too. Perhaps I'd dreamed it all.

I looked around, on the floor, under the bed, but the poem was gone.

I was still tired and groggy, my eyes were swollen from crying. I went back to sleep and forgot about it all.

Seriously. I'm sure you all know who was with her on the bed, and why the poem was missing, don't you? Ok. In the next chapter, things are going to get very interesting...