Hey peeps! Thanks a bunch to all my reviewers, cookies for all -hands cookies- This chapters gonna have a lot of Jason in it. One, because I promised my friend, and two, because he's awesome.

I sat in the bathroom for at least an hour, one more hour until school ended. At first, I felt bad for skipping class, but I really didn't care. I was going through inner turmoil, and going to class wouldn't be a very good idea in my current state. I received a lot of weird looks from girls coming in and out the bathroom, but I didn't even acknowledge their presence, instead just sat, staring at the wall opposite me, with my head on my knees, arms wrapped around my legs.

Tears of frustration leaked from my eyes, what is going on with me? My life is so messed up. I'm forgetting how to be myself. All these things that have been happening to me; vampires barging into my life, it's changed me. And not for the better.

I was bitten by a vampire. That's a fact I've ignored for the past few days, thinking that anything to do with that was over and done with. I laughed once. Man, I was wrong. This headache... these spasms of pain... my hearing going in and out of focus... were they side effects of the bite?

I groaned and buried my head, my black hair falling over my legs. This is all so wrong. These things shouldn't be happening to me. I looked back up, resting my chin on my right kneecap, then letting my head fall sideways thoughtfully. I needed to talk to someone. Someone who knows about vampires of course, which only leaves a vampire. And someone who would give me answers. Cassie is ruled out, I wouldn't want someone in my head the whole time I was talking to them. Derrick. Derrick is the guy to talk to.

"Holly?"

I looked up at the familiar voice calling my name, then immediately wanted to sink into the floor. Emily. I had a lot of explaining to do. The last time I talked to her was Monday when I called her to cancel our plans. I had pretty much ignored her in homeroom all week, caught up in my own problems and thoughts.

"Hey, Em," I said weakly, my voice cracked from lack of use.

"What're you doing, Holly? You've missed classes," Emily said, crouching down beside me.

"I know..." I trailed off, playing with my shoelace.

We sat in silence for a minutes before Emily spoke, "Somethings been going on with you lately. You haven't been acting like yourself. You've been all moody. You just sit there thinking, cowering in your own shell," she looked over at me, "You gotta let people in, Holly. I'm just trying to help you, and you're not letting me."

"I don't need help, I'm fine," I told her simply.

Emily sighed, standing up, "This is what I'm talking about," she said, gesturing to me, "You tell me you're fine, there's nothing wrong, when clearly something is. I can't deal with you when you're like this, Holly."

I didn't say anything. Truth is, I didn't know what to say. What she was saying was true, but I wasn't going to admit it.

She huffed and began walking out of the bathroom, "Come find me when you're ready to talk," she said coldly, not looking back.

I winced. Now both of my best friends are mad at me. At least one of them had a good reason. I sighed and pulled myself to my feet. The clock on the wall told me it was 5 minutes until the final bell rang. Not caring, I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall, to the double doors that led to the parking lot. Once outside, I headed to my car, right as the bell rang, and a steady stream of students poured into the parking lot.

Suddenly, I was stabbed. I doubled over and looked down, expecting to see a knife through my chest. But there wasn't. The pain was unbearable, I fell to the ground, my chest feeling like someone was trying to rip it apart with a spoon or something equally dull. The pain spread out like roots from a tree, infecting my whole torso. I wrapped my arms around myself, biting my lip to keep myself from screaming. Blood dripped off my chin and I realized how hard I was biting.

I jerked around, arching my back and curling up again. I must've looked like I was having a seizure. Luckily, though, I was behind a Mustang, out of view. Wait. A Mustang? Oh sh-

"Holly!"

I recognized the voice as Jason's. Suddenly, I felt two cold hands on my shoulders, holding me to the ground. My back arched again, my eyes rolled back into my head, as the worst of the pain shot through me, right to my heart.

I went limp, the terrible pain subsiding. The cold hands were removed and I curled up into a ball, sobbing quietly.

"Holly?"

I quickly wiped the tears away, remembering Jason was still there. I didn't want him to see me cry. I sat up and faced him, he was crouched down beside me, his expression was of concern. He rubbed his chin pointedly, raising his eyebrows, and I realized I must've had blood all over my mouth. I lifted the hem of my shirt, wiping it away quickly, ignoring the throbbing of my lip.

"Damn, Holly. It looked like an exorcism," he said with his eyebrows raised.

I laughed once, then became serious again, looking straight into his golden eyes, "Please don't tell anyone."

He looked taken aback, "Why the hell not?"

"Because... you guys have other things to worry about. And I don't want to make a big deal out of this, it may be nothing," I told him, shrugging.

Jason stood up, "Nothing? Are you serious? Nothing?! That was so not nothing. That was far from nothing. In fact, if you put nothing and this," he gestured to me, referring to the situation, "on a map, this would be the U.S. and nothing would be freaking China!"

I sighed, "I don't know... I still don't want anyone to know..."

He shook his head, laughing once before sitting next to me again, "You are the weirdest girl I've ever met."

I shrugged, "What can I say?," I smirked at him, "I'm just awesome like that."

Jason chuckled, then stood up, offering his other hand to me, "Derrick and Cassie are coming."

I grabbed his hand and pulled myself up and gave him a pleading look, "Please don't-"

He waved me away, "I won't, I won't. Chillax, chica, they ain't hearing nothing about this from me."

"What about-"

"Cassie?" Jason grinned, "She can't read my mind."

I sent him a quizzical look and he answered, "Just one of my many wicked talents."

I giggled and said jokingly, "Yes, Jason, I'm sure you're very talented."

"Yeah, Holly," he smirked, "I could show you sometime."

My jaw dropped, "Uh, no thanks."

Jason winked at me before Derrick and Cassie came in sight, walking toward us.

"Hey guys," I greeted them.

"Hey Hol-" Derrick stopped mid-sentence, "What happened to your lip?!"

My eyes widened, "Oh! I just fell a minute ago and bit my lip, it bled a lot," I lied smoothly looking down at my shirt where the blood stain was.

"Are you alright?" Cassie asked with genuine concern. I guess they believe me.

"I'm fine, it's okay," I reassured them, "I'm just a klutz."

Jason snorted and I sent him a glare before sliding into the passenger's seat. Derrick cranked up the car and about 15 minutes later we arrived at their mansion.

"We need to discuss some things with William, about the vampire-killing-vampire," Derrick said as we entered the house and walked into the living room. We all sat down, me in between Derrick and Cassie on the couch, Jason in an armchair, and William was sitting on the couch with Christopher opposite us.

"After a few days of working on the body, we learned it was a very old vamp, probably a few centuries or more. And he was ripped to shreds," William said, getting straight to the point.

Derrick spoke up, "Then whoever killed him must have been extremely old, maybe even over a thousand years."

Christopher's mouth twitched, his eyes narrowing. Was I the only one noticing his suspicious behavior?

"I think our theory of the killer being an Old One was correct," William said solemnly.

After that we talked more about the Old One who was rogue and killing other vampires for no reason that we knew of. We came up with theories, like he was trying to make a statement, or he was a psycho and got a thrill from killing (that was Jason's).

I left around 6, after my mom called my cell and told me to be home for dinner. I stayed up almost all night pondering what was going on with me, and what was going on with the vampires.

The next day, I walked to the school after a hearty breakfast of... bacon, and retrieved my car. I decided to go up to the mansion and see what the vamps were doing. When I got there I noticed Derrick's Mustang was there so I parked and went to knock on the door.

Christopher answered the door a couple of minutes later. I hastily walked passed him, not liking the weird look in his eye. Finding no one in the living room, I wandered up stairs. I heard a faint sound of music playing and followed it to a room near the end of the hall. I knocked, and when no one answered, I pushed the door open.

Jason was playing an acoustic guitar, his head was bent over, his blond skater-style hair falling into his eyes. I watched as his fingers flew through the chords professionally. He's probably had a lot of time to practice.

"Another one of your many wicked talents?" I asked.

He jumped and his head shot up, he smirked when he saw me, "Why yes, yes it is."

Jason stood up, propping his guitar against his desk. His room was big, with navy blue walls, a desk, a bookshelf filled with books, a dresser, another shelf filled with CD's, and a huge stereo sound system. He had no bed, but of course, he didn't need one.

"Nice place you got here," I commented.

Jason grinned, "Thank ya," he said, "Derrick and Cassie are out hunting, they'll be gone until late tonight.

"Why didn't you go?"

"I'm going tomorrow," he shrugged.

I thought about leaving, since Derrick wasn't here... I had decided I wanted to talk to him today, but then I realized Jason would be better to talk to, since he already knew something was up.

"Jason, can we talk?"

He smirked, "Sure, we can 'talk'"

I rolled my eyes, "Seriously."

He sighed, "Fine, what about?"

"You know that... thing that happened in the parking lot?" He nodded and I continued, "Well, things like that happened before then, too."

"What kind of things?"

"First it was that... 'back spasm'."

Jason snorted, "I figured that wasn't what it really was."

I nodded, "Then when I fainted, it was because... well, I had gone deaf for a second," he looked at me quizzically, "I don't know how... it just happened. And then... all the sound came back suddenly, but so much louder than before. That's what caused me to faint."

He stared at me intently for a second before realization washed over his face and his eyes widened, "Oh, shit."

"What?" I asked, worried.

"You weren't..." Jason paused, "No, you couldn't have been-"

"Bitten?" I sighed, "Yes, I was."

He froze, "No. No, no, no."

"What is it?"

Jason shook his head.

"What is it?!" I repeated, "Tell me! I'm tired of not knowing!"

"Holly..." His face was completely serious, the joking face I was used to was gone. He looked sad. And scared.

"Tell me," I said quietly.

"Holly, I think... you may be... Changing..."

Dun dun dun! And the plot thickens. Trust me, it gets thicker. I'm aiming to get at least 100 reviews with this chapter, so if you're the 100th reviewer, I'll do something special for ya, like... dedicate a WHOLE chapter to you. :D