Hey people, sorry about the update delay! I would have had one up wayyyy sooner cept my comp decided it didn't like my new chapter and deleted it. So here it is, sorry no new comments to my reviewers, though a big thanks to you all! Here is what you have been waiting for! Song of the day? Well two, It Only Hurts by Default, and Chante from Marilou!

Rebecca's POV

I was drunk.

Or was drunk even the right word?

I may have been wasted, or trashed, or hell, I think even the word blotto may have covered me. All I knew is after I had left Kalin standing in the dust, I had dropped by the store, bought a whole bunch of alcohol, and was now making my way through it as fast as I could. I was not even aware of what I was drinking anymore, it was just what my blurred eyes could see and what my shaking hands could reach. I could only tell the difference between the hard liquor and the fruity drinks by the way it burned when it went down my throat.

Now, I wasn't proud of it, but this was the only way I seemed to able to numb the feeling in my chest. The feeling that I had in the center of my chest. The feeling that I may have just turned my back on the best thing in my life. I didn't know Kalin all too well, sure, but he was able to do things no one could. He made me always want to smile around him, and to be touched, though I usually hid the deep craving I had for touch. He was all the things I had knew I wanted in a man. Protective, loving, supportive, and had that deep animalistic nature that almost made me want to lick my lips with the thought of it. He seemed to have the deep instincts of a wild animal, and it made me want to shy away while also making me want to edge closer to feel the hum along my skin.

I mean, what was I supposed to do? I knew Kalin could love me, and I could love him. And not puppy love either, but a deep love that could last beyond the grave. Every girl dreamed of something like that at one point or another in her life, but what did they do when they actually came up against it? I had been a coward, I had fled, when all I had wanted to do was throw my arms around him and squeeze until I forgot the rest of the world and my arms had no circulation. That is why I had bolted, and I had not looked back. If I had seen the look of longing and hurt of being left behind once more I would not have been able to take another step.

But the hardest thing was being unable to tell him that he was not the reason I had ran. My life was about to turn into a hell. Once my brother woke up and told my parents what had happened, they would shun me from the family. It was hard enough to deal with the fact that I could never earn my parents love, it was hard to wrap my head around the fact I would have no family left.

And that did not even compare to the pain I had been feeling at the thought of losing Kalin.

I blinked, feeling a strange wetness on my face. Reaching up I touched my cheek, to find tears on my cheeks. I started in surprise, wondering how it was that I was crying when all I felt was numb inside, the alcohol having killed the pain. Did the deep need for Kalin really pierce through the numbness to bring tears to me eyes? How could I be in pain when I did not even feel it?

Or did the emptiness count as pain? Did the deep dark void I now had in my chest count as a pain so deep it could never be healed?

I slammed my fist on the table. Partially hoping to feel something,but everything was numb, even my hand and fingers, and I felt nothing but a lingering tingle from the impact.

And nothing else.

But it cause the table to bump and for several of my bottles to fall off, caps still off, and begin spewing their nose burning contents all over the floor.

"Fuck!" I swore, but my words were slurred. I lifted my head slightly higher, hating how the room would not seem to just stop spinning. Just as much as I hated the fact that that spinning would not even allow me to look at the clock across the room and read an accurate time.

I tried to stand, which yeah, I know, was once of the worst decisions I could have made. I fell, landing hard on the tile of my kitchen floor, and did not bother trying to get up automatically. Instead, I lay my head on the carpeted seam between my bedroom and the kitchen.

Right now, the universe just made no sense. Things were good, then they weren't, then they were better, then they get even worse. I had lost my best friend, one of the best guys I had know, my old boyfriend, and the family I had continued to try so hard to cling onto. And I had gained nothing but a promise of vomiting and one of the worse hangovers in history.

Speaking of.

I just barley managed to stumble to a crouch and stumble into the bathroom before I puked out everything in my stomach, which was apparently more than I had bargained for.

And I then just did the new habit I seemed to have gained.

I lay on the floor, feeling the cold chill of the bathroom floor steal the warmth from my body like a cold blooded parasite.

What did Kalin think of me now?

I began shivering, and I knew I should stand, the alcohol was wearing off, it never lasted long, which is why I had to keep drinking. I knew I should pull myself together and what felt like the shattering pieces of my heart. I should plaster a smile, take a shower, take some Tylenol, brush my teeth and go apologize to Crystal like the beggar I was. I should continue on with my now meaningless life like if I could just work harder I could make it worth something. I would somehow manage to deal with what would happen when my brother woke up, and I would manage to muster the emotional wall I knew I would need.

Or I could just lay here on the bathroom floor and hopefully cry myself to sleep while I slowly died of hypothermia.

Even that annoying sound coming from the pocket of my jeans could go to hell.

I remember the look of the white speckled ceiling and my silver shooting star shower curtain.

And then the darkness of death.

Kalin's POV

I wanted her.

I needed her.

But I couldn't think.

Couldn't speak.

What was happening to me? Why could I not grasp my thoughts to myself? Why was I aware of the madness that was consuming me? Why could I not just push it away, I should have been able to push it away!

And now here I was, back at the place where I had ended up when the madness had overtaken me. A lab of sorts, a lab created by the enemy of my people, the enemy that had once been part of our people until they had begun worshiping a different goddess and they had changed according to her, while we stayed the same, worshiping the same goddess we had since she had made us.

And then they had come to hate us when our goddess had said our men had suffered enough, we had been lonely enough, and she had given us the ability to recognize our other halves, but as payment, we must deal with the madness.

Where was Becca? My Becca? I feared for her, even though I could sense nothing through the burning in my skin and the madness in my thoughts. She was the first and foremost. I tried not to feel anger or betrayal at her leaving me behind. At making me like this, when the bond was not complete, for not giving me a chance to explain. I love her, but she had left me alone to fall back into madness and for my old keepers to come looking for me. And I could not even fight then in the state I was in. The madness came and went, as I found out lying in the back of their car, my hands and feet shackled, and hear them talking about Becca.

Would they go for her? Please, please let them not go for her. And yet, I swear I heard a familiar voice, but the madness consumed me again before I could confirm the suspicion.

And then clarity came to me again, and I found myself shacked to one end of a dimly lit room. Plain walls, cement floor, and no windows. Just a single light above me, which worried me. I did not need the light to see, and neither did they.

So why had they put it there?

Rebecca's POV

I thought I was finally dead. But no. Suddenly, there was sound.

And then sensation.

A sharp stinging on my cheek made my closed eyes water and my already pounding head feel like it was going to explode. I groaned; not like I meant too, seemed like my mouth and brain decided they wanted to work together and completely leave me out of the equation. And it elicited a response.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" a gruff voice demanded with amusement.

"I didn't do anything! I just called her, she didn't pick up, so then I went to her place and found her lying on the floor and alcohol all over the floor. I thought she was having a fit and had tried to commit suicide." the voice sounded familiar. "And don't even give me that disbelieving look. You know how crazy the brides of Thorian's can be." Throrian? What the hell were they on about?

I managed to crack open my eyes, trying to ignore the pain that the simple amount of light was causing, and focused on the person who I now realized was propping my top half up off the floor.

"Jimmy?" I gasped, the sound coming out as a small gasp.

He turned his attention back at me, and a mean grin lit his face.

"Bout time you woke up. Though I don't think I would have minded smacking you a little bit more. Never did like you, not from the moment you were made."

Huh? Moment I was made? What the hell did that mean.

And what the hell was it with the men in my life being complete assholes? Was a I just a magnet for them or something?

Once I got out of this mess, no more, I swore it.

I would have gotten myself up out of his arms, but my hangover would not allow my brain to find the right extensions for me to gain control over my limbs. So I was force to just lay there and gap up at the guy I had had a crush on for several years.

"What the hell is going on here!" I demanded, feeling my hand twitch. Well, it was progress, I suppose.

"Oh, isn't she all fire and ice?" the same gruff voice I had heard before demanded, and leaned over Jimmy's shoulder. I caught sight of dark chestnut hair, a handsome face, green eyes, before Jimmy spoke and my eyes magnitized to his face.

"Yeah she is, wonder how she will though when we stick her in a room with vampire Kalin and let him eat away at her while we just sit here and listen to her scream or help."

Vampire? What?

"Yeah, bet she wont be so cocky then!"

But my brain had pushed everything else out of the way and siezed on one thing.

"You guys have Kalin?" I gasped, and suddenly my limbs were working, and I manged to shove at Jimmy and stand on my own. I was a little wobbly, but at least I wasn't lying in his arms or on the cold floor anymore. Sheesh I was so sick of the cold.

"Seems eager, doesn't she? She doesn't even have a clue of what is going on. Okay, you want to see Kalin?" Jimmy suddenly reached out and snagged my arm, making me stumble, to where his associate grabbed my hair. I cried out, grabbing his hand, and was so fed up with being pushed around. I tried to fight back, but the pain in my head was crippling, and I severely regretted drinking.

I had no choice but to follow when he began dragging me along, biting my lips and trying not to make a sound to give them the satisfaction. Jimmy was still laughing though, and though my confusion on what was going on I felt my anger and temper growing. It was just begging to override my pain when they opened a door and my whole body froze along with my heart when I saw Kalin chained to the wall in a plain room.

"Hey Kaliiiin," Jimmy cried, and Kalin stirred. "Just thought I should tell you that you have a visitor. And guess what, she came with us without a fuss. Turned her back on your real quick, didn't she?" I wanted to turn, to tell him to shut the hell up, that he didn't know what he wad talking about. But then Kalin raised his head, and his look stopped what little breath I had left.

Kalin stared at me, ruthlessness in his very gaze, the purest promise of revenge, of pain. And yet still I wanted him. "Don't worry, girly." the man holding her me growled in my ear. "We wont let your vampire love eat your body after he kills you."

Could it be true?

Could Kalin really be . . . a vampire?

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