Hey guys! I just wanted to start off by saying thank you SO effin' much for your awesome reviews and guesses! They have really kept me going during these past crappy days! This chapter mainly deals with what I'd imagine it would be like if you were bitten and turning but didn't know it. Sort of like how Dracula infects his brides in a way and that uncontrollable urge they have to be with him at all times. Sorry that it took so long for me to upload though. I kept writing but then felt like everything was coming out like crap but hopefully this one is decent enough :) Hope you guys enjoy and thanks for reading!

My mouth felt molten hot as our mouths ate at one another, a hunger so deep resonating across my body, my nails clawing at his shoulders as he pressed me hard and fast against the wall.

My body was on fire as his hands slid under my tank top and touched my bare flesh causing the extraordinary and overwhelming need I felt to increase. I was becoming furious with my clothes as my body screamed with a crushing urge to feel his; my mouth craving that odd tangy taste it had before. A growl tickled across my lips and I realized it was coming from me as my nails dug deeper into his shoulders. Never in my life had I felt like I needed something so badly but I didn't care for any logical reasoning behind this. No, the only thing I cared about was how I was going to wrap him around me; to swallow me whole in his arms. My body cringed and protested at even the slightest idea of taking my hands away from him.

He tore his mouth away from mine and trailed his lips down until he stopped over my neck. He'd tangled his hand in my hair and using it like a pulley, jerked back hard, exposing my neck even further for him. The pain quickly evaporated in the warmth of his arm as it curled me closer to his body as his teeth sank down harsh into my throat. His hand convulsing in my hair as I stayed languid in his arms, my mind beginning to swirl like a carousel.

Through the sound of Jerry's heavy swallowing I could barely make out another but somewhere in the background of the room I could hear it faintly: someone was calling my name.

I struggled to focus on that sound and past the feelings that were going on around me. It seemed like it was taking a lifetime when I finally heard it.

"Kaylee! Where you at, bitch?"

LaLa was loud even when he was actually in a room so it didn't surprise me that I could hear his ass yelling for me all the way from outside but I could almost hear him perfectly if just a bit muffled . I was surprised I could hear him at all when I looked over and saw that Jerry had his windows in his living room wide open. He continued to call out for me, using even more obscenities as if it would make me come out to him faster. The louder he became the more I seemed to get my senses back as if I had lost them to begin with. The languid stance that I had started with changed swiftly as I moved up straight and shoved Jerry back as hard as I could.

He sluggishly unlocked his mouth from my neck and stepped away from me; the side of his mouth covered in blood: My blood. I moved a shaky hand to protectively cover it and quickly it was slick with moister. I was almost too petrified to look but as I guided myself against the wall towards his front door I looked down at my open hand and found it streaked with fresh blood, taking on a rusty color as the air began to dry it. I never took my eyes off of him as I made my cautious decent to his front door but Jerry never made a move to stop me. We both knew that the only reason I'd even been released was because he'd willingly let me go.

Ultimately I just couldn't take it as my muscles tightened as the adrenaline agonizingly continued to build. The tension in my body became too much and finally I obeyed. The minute I took off sprinting from the wall I stumbled as my vision spun around before me in nauseating proficiency and I ended up slamming hard into the wall adjacent the door. Somewhere off behind me I could hear Jerry chuckle in amusement.

I guess I had lost a lot more blood than I had thought. Hoisting myself back up off the wall I staggered towards the front door my hands flailing, desperately searching for the door. Once I had a death grip on the doorknob I flung the door open hard and lurched forward into the shrouded night sky. I continued to stagger as everything from cars to filthy little lawn gnomes danced around my vision making my stomach begin to twirl.

"Look at you," LaLa chuckled. "You don't waste any time getting nasty with the neighbor-"

I'd like to say that I was able to keep some grace about me even as nauseous and dizzy as I was, but I didn't. Instead my foot caught on one of the decorative, filthy lawn gnomes on my mother's lawn and down I went falling at LaLa's feet.

"Little bastard," I cursed at the creepy smiling fixture.

"Bitch what is wrong with you?"

If I had any extra will left over from fighting not to vomit on his shoes I would've come back with something witty and resourceful but…that didn't happen. Instead what did happen was my hands convulsed their way up his legs gripping firmly to the rough jean fabric, with my eyes closed tight trying to get the spinning to stop. All it really seemed to do was make me feel like I was on that ride from hell at Magic Mountain. The one that strapped you in tight like a nutcase to a gurney and flung you around doing close to thirty miles an hour in a circle for what felt like an eternity.

Funny, how the remembrance of that day flooded my senses. My shaking hands rigidly clutching onto LaLa's arms like they had the rim of the trashcan as I repeated to myself like a chant that I was not going to throw up. The only thing that was missing was John who had been laughing vigorously at my discomfort.

I had been so lost in my own memory that I barely noticed the light murmuring of LaLa's voice through the dizzying darkness of my mind.

"Hey Kaylee? Kaylee, come on now this isn't funny!"

His voice was edged with worry as it cut through my rushing memories. He gently placed his hand under my chin and cursed fervently under his breath as delicate fingers traced along the side of my neck exposing whatever it was Jerry had done.

His hand had only stroked my neck for not even a second. Strange how when he'd done it, it had felt like I could feel every single brush of the tips of his fingers as if it'd been done in slow motion. His pulse clamored loudly in my ears.

Or was it my own?

Finally opening my eyes I squinted briefly as they regained focus and with relief I realized the world had stopped its spinning assault.

"Can you hear me?"

Cocking my head to the side I examined his troubled expression with calm as he wrapped his arms around my waist and started moving me towards the house.

"I can hear you," I crocked.

My mouth was so dry…

I slung my arm around his shoulders and was startled by the warmth of his hand while it secured itself around my wrist. The first couple of steps together felt like a sloppy test run but quickly I was able to pick up speed. My feet easily falling into step beside his.

As we made our way across the lawn I couldn't help but look back for Jerry. I was still having the faintest aftershock of being in his heated embrace and a piercing longing crawled in and nestled deep the farther we moved away. I didn't expect to see him with a large part of me being happy if I never saw him again. But the longing that had nestled deep wasn't pleased with my logic as disappointment so agonizing tugged in my stomach. Instantly my body became violently ill causing my feet to stumble against LaLa's almost causing us to topple to the floor. I struggled to rationalize this but I didn't need too: The moment I locked eyes with him from across the yard my body grew instantly still as if what I'd just experienced had been a horrible nightmare.

Even though I lost sight of him a split second after I'd seen him, I entered the house with a smile.

My mom had not taken LaLa's intrusion lightly. Threatening to call the cops, phone in hand mind you, as she demanded to know what he'd done to me. I quickly informed her that he was a friend and we'd been out drinking and that none of this had been his fault. I'd simply over done it.

It was almost laugh worthy how easily she was able to except this; almost. All it honestly really did was hurt my sense of pride at the 'I knew it' look on her face. Granted I could've told her the truth but…no. I wasn't sure which idea was better or worse. Surely just lying to her was the easiest route.

LaLa gladly, and vocally I might add, told me how much of an idiot I was for not telling her the truth. Also, that I hadn't been drinking. Technically I had been even if it had only been a sip.

Now here I was lying with my face planted on the cold bathroom tile and listened to the rhythmic sound of the toilet flushing. I'd deduced that the strange flavor that had been in my beer and that I'd had the pleasure of ingesting was most likely some sort of drug. Because the moment my mom had let LaLa take me upstairs I had taken off like a bat out of hell for the bathroom. It's where I have been spending the last half hour of my life, vomiting up my guts.

Speaking of vomit…

It was an odd sensation being able to feel your stomach being ripped out through your throat. Eh not odd more like just extremely uncomfortable. Sickening noises escaped my mouth as I scrambled on my knees barely making it to the bowl in time as what little I had left in me went in. Without even looking up my hand reached out for the lever and clumsily pushed it down.

I'd heard the light knock on the door but I didn't look up. Instead I just watched the swirling water escape down the drain and fill back up making me nearly hurl again. Seconds later LaLa came through the door and shut it gently behind him setting down what looked like a glass of orange juice and a Twinkie. He rested against the edge of the counter, crossing his arms, as he watched me move myself back to sit against the wall.

"Take a picture, bitch," I growled.

My voice sounded hoarse and gross but I suppose acid would do that to a throat. Not missing a beat he happily flipped me off as he turned to wet a wash cloth.

"What took you so long anyways?"

I moved onto my knees one hand still on the wall to help guide me up. He moved forward and took hold of my arm as he gingerly helped me up handing me the warm wash cloth once we had me stably on my feet. I took it from him and placed it on my throbbing neck, hissing as the small wounds stung like I'd just covered them in salt.

"I was talking to your momma."

I jerked back as he slapped my arm. No doubt at me rolling my eyes at his reply.

"Why didn't you just tell her the truth, Kay?"

I snorted as I looked at him like he'd gone insane, cynicism hardening my features.

"The truth about what? That Jerry, the hot neighbor who she already has a mad crush on gave me a beer, drugged me, and bit me as some part of his kinky sex games?" For each one I'd mentioned I'd thrown up a finger ending up with three total. "No thank you. All my mom would think out of that whole thing was that I'd purposely gone over there to do something with him so that way she couldn't have him."

"Is that what happened?"

I know he didn't mean it in a callous way but I couldn't help but feel a bit hurt he'd even think it.

"How could you even ask me something like that? This isn't some Mildred Pierce piece, LaLa."

He leaned forward and gently placed his hands on my shoulders turning me to face him.

"You know I've got your back and I know you wouldn't do something like that. It ain't your fault if your fine ass neighbor has the hots for you."

I wasn't all too sure if it was that he had an attraction for me. I'd been around men who acted like any normal, red-blooded, man would when attracted to a female but Jerry didn't act like that at all. No it felt very much that he acted that way as if he knew he had too, like he was in a part. Nothing about him seemed natural until tonight when all that aggression and dominance had came into play. Jerry didn't make me feel desired the way a normal man did. He made me feel like I was part of a game of survival to see who would outlast who the longest.

At the thought of him my body began to shake and I instantly wrapped my arms around myself. This wasn't brought on by cold however but more like the aching need that my body had felt earlier. It was quieter now playing faintly in the background but nonetheless still there.

I remembered how morbid my minds rationalizing had been but maybe that could all have just been brought on by the blood loss and drugs. With the way my body was feeling I was starting to think maybe he'd given me ecstasy and I had just been given a bad batch. I'd never experienced it before but if this is what happened right after I was happy to have never done it.

I just didn't understand why a guy like Jerry would even use the stuff.

I was jolted out of my rambling thoughts as LaLa snapped his fingers in front of my face.

"Hello? You in there?"

Slapping his hand away I moved to lean against the counter. My stomach seemed to be at ease and I was hoping the raging storm of nausea I'd felt the last half hour had finally subsided. That's when I noticed the Twinkie he'd brought me had a huge bite missing. I couldn't help but laugh as I pointed down at the object in question his face becoming fierce as he gave me a dry look.

"It's still a Twinkie, bitch."

Picking up the glass of orange juice I just shook my head and smiled my lips against the rim.

"Awesome."

I took a light sip of the drink and immediately sent it spraying out all over the wall.

"Jesus Christ!"

I barely made it in time to the toilet, my knees crashing painfully into the tile, as I dry heaved into the bowl. That wasn't how orange juice should taste. What had hit my taste buds hadn't been anything remotely close to memory of what it did taste like. Once I'd flushed and was pretty damn sure my organs were done trying to escape for the time being, I spared a glance up at LaLa who was examining the glass.

"That shit tasted like…fuck…I don't know. Mud? Sewage? Ass?"

He gave me an incredulous look as he brought it to his nose and gave it a good whiff.

"Maybe a mixture of all three," I finally decided.

Sewage was the closet I could think of but LaLa took on more whiff and then cautiously took a sip. When nothing happened he took an even bigger sip and leaned back against the counter like the perfect picture of tranquility at its finest.

"Tastes all right to me."

With my arms wrapped around the white porcelain of the toilet, my knees beginning to ache finally from the impact, I looked up at LaLa and wished I had the strength to punch him. Instead my irritation grew as he took relaxed sips of the orange juice.

"I hate you," I snapped out angrily.

LaLa didn't miss a beat.

"Eat it up, bitch."

He pretended to toast in my direction and took another leisurely sip from the glass.

It was 2:48 in the morning.

I knew this because the angry red glare of the clock on the nightstand furiously told me so.

I'd been staring at the damn thing for, well, I couldn't really remember anymore. It had started sometime after everyone had finally gone to sleep because I swore on god himself I could hear all the mechanisms inside moving.

At first I thought it had been my imagination and that I was just hallucinating all of it but the more I seemed to focus on it the louder all the tinkering, clinking, and clicking seemed to become. What was really going on was that I was trying to avoid having to think on the other noise. No matter how long I'd listened to the mechanisms in the clock I could still make out the rhythmic pounding that haunted me as the blankets convulsed in my hands.

I could pin point the exact moment when sleep had overtaken each one of them. I could tell you because I could hear precisely when their racing hearts became even and calm. The rhythmic pacing was light and harmonious in a way at first but it swiftly turned into a thunderous clatter that pounded its way into my thoughts. It had overtaken me in a matter of seconds until I was consumed with its sound followed by the light humming of their breathing touching the air.

In the end I couldn't take it anymore. Furiously I shoved back the blankets and swung my legs over the side. I fully intended to go to the bathroom and splash cool water on my face to help straighten myself out. I had every intention of doing just that up until LaLa changed positions in the bed, every single movement meticulously being heard and read in my head. Even before I turned around to look at him I knew already how he would be laying, the distance between his feet under the covers, and most importantly the position that his neck was in. Sure enough when my eyes caught sight of him he was just how I knew he would be. My eyes immediately caught sight of his neck and the thin jump as his pulse seemed to do nothing more than antagonize me.

My mouth went completely dry.

Quickly I shot up from the bed and bolted for the bathroom. Once inside I tried for quiet as I shut the door but quiet isn't what I got but I didn't care. I rushed towards the sink and turned on the faucet shoving shaky hands under the rushing water. They were shaking so bad I couldn't get them to hold any water and in frustration I turned the faucet off. I studied my hands as they only grew worse and finally did what I'd been dreading: I looked up into the mirror and saw what I assumed was my reflection.

I wanted to blame the pitiless black of my eyes on drowsiness but that just seemed stupid. I was nowhere near as tired as I should've been for being so sick. Leaning in closer to the mirror I searched my reflection for where my irises should've been but there were none and in a blinding second my eyes were completely consumed by the blackness.

I jumped back from the mirror, my hands covering my face, as I rubbed heatedly at my eyes. I stopped for a brief moment and looked back at my own frightening reflection as fear threatened to eat me alive. I didn't want to look but I was determined to write this off as a hallucination. When I looked back this time my eyes were normal if not a little red from my frantic rubbing. Nothing it seemed was going to calm my heavy breathing.

I didn't understand what the hell was going on but I knew one person who would.

Jerry.

I caught a flash of a snarl in the mirror before I had the bathroom door swung open, glided down the stairs, and was out the front of the house. I didn't even dare think about how fast I had just moved to make it outside. I made my way across his lawn not caring that the only thing keeping me away from the chilly Nevada night was my night shirt and under garments. To be quite honest I couldn't even feel it as I finally made my way to his front door not even bothering to stop and knock.

I opened the door and swiftly made my way inside letting the door shut on its own momentum. If I had felt like my normal self I would have felt appalled that I had just forced myself into his home uninvited but I didn't. I would've called out to him to find out where he was but I didn't. Instead I made my way around the staircase; not bothering to check the rest of the house out as I came to what I assumed was the basement door. If I'd been my usual self I would've been terrified at how I knew where the hell to go but I wasn't.

Opening the door I made my decent down towards the darkness below but I didn't fear it. I didn't need any sort of light because I could see perfectly as I ran my hands down the sides of the walls that lead deeper down inside the belly of the house.

It grew much colder as I descended farther in and the smell of fresh earth lapped at my nose. When I reached the bottom I glided down into what looked like a large floor of dirt. The minute my feet touched down onto the cooling surface a shiver of pleasure ran up my spine. This strange urge to lie down in it came over me but what felt stranger to me was the idea of not doing so. But I couldn't do that because I was here looking for someone.

As my eyes continued to roam around the room exposing the darkness I could see three long walls that surrounded the large basement. Their cement walls uncovered to the fresh earth that had lied beneath it. An impulse crawled its way inside of me forcing me to walk over to the wall and run my hands across this newly exposed earth. I didn't see why but logic didn't rule here any longer; I didn't need logic.

When my fingers danced delicately over the veil of dirt a peculiar sensation of elation raced through me as if something amazing was happening behind this wall of earth. I found my lips curving upwards in a smile as I brushed my hands over it once more the sensation growing almost uncontrollable as I began to giggle like a child.

That's when I felt him.

Immediately my entire movements stopped as my body began to quiver with that crushing feel of need it had before. This however was different; this was choking. I turned towards him with my fingers still dancing delicately along the earth. When I caught sight of Jerry leaning with his elbows against the edges of deck that no doubt lead farther back, his black button up opened loosely at his sides and his long legs covered in black jeans…I almost lost it.

I wanted to remember why I had originally came to his house but I was drawing a blank. No solid thought was being heard. The only thing I did know was that my body was in need and the only person who could possibly fix this was right in front of me.

Letting out a growl I lunged forward and quickly covered the space between us. Jerry never once seemed to lose that eerie coolness about him as he simply removed himself from the deck and covered the same equal amount of distance. Without another thought I jumped for him and he caught me easily as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my mouth connected with his.

Instantly that molten heat from before filled my mouth, my body erupting in searing heat, as his body wove itself around mine. He moved forward a few feet before he lowered me down onto the mound of soft earth that was beneath our feet. The feel of it against my back sent a thrill through me causing the hunger I felt to intensify.

Soon we were lost in a flurry of cloth and lace, the feel of teeth followed by that tangy flavor that I realized was the syrupy taste of blood. Forcing my hands behind my back he entered me and a feeling of bliss like nothing I'd ever experienced washed over me as I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. It was so immense…but I knew this feeling: Completion.

Still holding onto my wrists with one hand he stared down at me, a slack smile tugging at the corner of his lips. With his free hand he brought his thumb up to his lips and I watched enthralled as he bit down hard, smearing the blood around his lips and inside his mouth. He moved down to me taking my mouth with his and I eagerly searched his mouth as he drew me in closer to him. He pulled back from my lips, his body still buried deep within mine. A light cry echoed through the room and as he gently shushed me I realized it had been me.

Silently I watched as his face contorted, his jaws popping, while his mouth became elongated and his teeth long and sharp like a sharks. I knew what this was; what he was and I was unafraid. I'd come home.

Without another word a roar sounded in the dark room. In one unbelievably fast movement he sank his teeth deep into my throat. My blood spilled hot and thick onto the floor as a tear of pure joy slid lifelessly down to mix with the blood in the soil.

Violently I shot up from my bed and just as brutally flung myself out and onto the floor. I let out a low gurgled scream as I struggled to find a place in the room that wasn't covered in the burning sunlight. Finally I found a small corner of the room that had a few inches left of shade.

I felt around my arms and face feverishly as the ghost of the sensation of my skin burning lingered on my nerves. My hands were still rubbing my arms as I looked wildly around the room realizing I was back in my mom's house.

I'd been in bed, my bed, when I'd woken up. I felt like I was swallowing down glass shards as I stuck a shaky hand back out to a small beam of sunlight…and let out a sigh of relief when it was just warm. Natural skin warming, non-flesh burning, sun.

It'd all just been a dream.

Just a dream.

Sooo?

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