Kay, I know the last chapter was rather boring, but it was a stepping point, just had to get it out of the way.

This one I will try to make more interesting, pwomise.

And thanks to StarCharmer for reviewing, was nice to see someone was still reading lol.

Kalin's POV

No, no, they couldn't take her! Yet they had, they had taken her from her home, from her school, from her family, and now, they had taken her from my sight.

My heart ached, wanting her, needing her, but I was also wondering how long I had been under the madness. This was a new experience, to be able to actually be sane with Becca within my sight.

But dear Gods did I miss her. My throat was raw from yelling at my captures to bring her back to me, until Jimmy so gladly did.

I was so eager for a sight of her, I never thought about how all of this was affecting her. About how she would see me figuring out I needed to drink her blood. About how I roared for her, needed her with such a deep passion that she could not see it as that.

But I was under no fantasy when they pushed her into my room with me.

She pressed herself against the closed doors, tears and fear flickering in her eyes. That alone cut my to the core, to be looked at in her eyes like a monster. I wanted to touch her, to sooth her, but when I opened my mouth to say something, her eyes flew to my mouth, where I had forgotten my fangs were sharp and prominent with need.

She gasped, the tears spilling over, and she slid down the door, onto the cold floor, her body visibly quaking.

"Oh Becca, baby, no, please, do not fear me." how could I take back what I had done?

"They say you need my blood in order to become sane." her voice was barley there, but I caught it, all of senses sharpened, in hunting mode. Part of me wanted to be free and relished her running from me, to track her down, to hunt her like she was my prey, and then take my prize, her body, with my own.

But the sane part of me, the human part of me, the part my mother had given to me, hurt at that need to flee in her.

"Yes, I do." I could not lie to her, could not even think of it. She was meant to spend the rest of her days with me, how could I lie to someone I was going to love and cherish for the rest of eternity?

"I don't understand, why mine? Can't vampires just get blood from anyone?" someone her words managed to come out strong and steady, but the increased shaking betrayed her real emotions. A turbulent storm, my preciouse, strong mate.

"I am no regular vampire." simple answers were best right now.

"Do you want to kill me?" she whispered, a sob following the question, and I could feel the agony in my heart.

My face must have portrayed this, because she looked shocked, and a little wary.

"I could never hurt you, Becca. I just want to love you for eternity." honesty rang clear, and I hoped to god she heard it. It didn't matter, they would probably erase all I told her by brainwashing, but I had to try, had to tell her. "My species is special, and you are the most important thing in my existence. I would suffer through hell just to look at your face, Becca. I will never hurt you if I can help it."

There was a small silence between us, where I let my head hang, feeling all the emotions well up into my chest. Anger at them for doing this to her, fear of what she would honestly believe, anxious to get out of here and take her with me so I could show her how wonderful her life would be with me.

Please, do not let them take away what we could have.

"No one has ever spoken to me like that before." there was a small catch in her voice, and I raised my head. Tears were still running down her cheeks, and I could still see fear in her eyes, but there was also that desperate longing I felt in my own breast.

"I keep wanting to be near you, to touch you, to ease your pain. I just don't know where my life falls anymore, I do not know what I am going to do anymore. I don't know what these people are talking about, or understand what they say. Why do you need my blood? What will it do?"

Not whole truth, half truth. Crap that was hard.

"Your blood will help me get us a better chance of getting out of here." but with her fear, she was not going to come near me with a ten foot pole, let alone put her wrist to my mouth.

Or her throat. That Thorian part of me whispered.

No, I would never betray such an honor.

"Becca," I said softly, till she met my eyes, her own dazed, and I could tell she was struggling so hard to keep a hold of her sanity. "There are people out there with amazing abilities. You being one of them. There are creatures out there that have evolved into beautiful things. I am just one of them species, who has yet to reach the peak of evolution. I need you to help me do this, Becca." I pleaded with her softly, leaning as hard as I could against my restraints. Madness battered against my mind, but I fought it, determined to see her through this, to give us a chance.

"What would I have to do?" she asked, so soft, no one but me would have heard it.

"I just need some of your blood, and then for you to take some of mine."

"But you already took some of mine!" she said, and then her face flushed, obviously remembering when and how.

"I know, but it has to be done in succession. I have to take your blood and then you have to take mine."

"Why?" she asked, trying to blink herself out of her dazed state. I honestly didn't know how much of this was getting through to her, but I had to keep trying.

But I gritted my teeth, because I couldn't answer her question. My enemies were putting this whole thing together, and them knowing that she also had to take my blood was a piece of information I know for a fact that did not have before. I could not give them the reason why, it was also too much that they knew we needed to make love to complete the second part of the bond.

And did they know I was slowly dying because the first part of the bond had not been upheld?

They probably thought me stupid not to take it when I had the chance.

But I would do anything for Becca, my Becca.

The only woman I would ever love.

"I can't tell you." I said in frustration, then tried again. "Becca, do this and when we get out I swear I will tell you anything you want to know, without a single lie between us. I will answer every question, and then I will even give you space if you should want it. I just need you to find a way to give me blood without them seeing it."

But I stopped when something I said made her give me a sad smile. It made my heart stutter, I missed her smile.

"I am sorry, Kalin." she whispered, tears begging to leak down her cheeks once more in earnest, a deep sorrow I did not understand. I frowned, gritting my teeth that I could not wipe them away. I had caused this woman misery these past few days, I would be lucky if she ever spoke to me when we got out of her, let alone sparred me a glance.

But she looked so much like the angel of sorrow, blond hair shining in the light from above, it draped over her shoulders and framing her perfect face. She wasn't on her knees, instead her legs were bent outward, her calves resting near her calves. Tears ran in an endless river from those beautiful eyes and down those flawless cheeks, slowly falling from the underside of her cheeks and hitting the concrete with small splats.

I was just about to ask her what she was sorry about, what did she want to say, whatever it was it was going to be okay, she had done nothing. But I heard her words just before the madness hit me again, this time taking me over the edge.

"But we don't have that kind of time."

(****)

Rebecca sat in her room, on the bed, her knees drawn to her chest, her mind endlessly going over everything that had happened in the past week.

She would wake every morning and then would be taken in for experiments. They drew blood, asked her questions, took her vitals, and such. The first morning they had done it, she had thrown a fit, kicking and thrashing, feeling like them taking her blood was some sort of betrayal, that they shouldn't have it no matter what.

She had been more cooperative when a females hands had held her down with such strength not only did she have bruises but she was clued in that these guys were anything but human themselves.

So who to trust, them, or Kalin?

And she kept catching parts of their conversations, and the more and more she heard the more and more confused she became. She felt like she was losing her sanity, to just sit here and stare at the walls and think about everything. That was all she had been doing.

And after her conversation with Kalin three days again, she had known she would side with, always would.

Especially since earlier that day, she had been overheard a conversation that had made her jolt.

"Would you like to move along in her experiments, ma'am?" one of the female scientists she had yet to meet was asking that strange woman that she had yet to see and yet felt so familiar to her. The voice would cause an odd tickling of knowing, but it was different somehow, changed, and she still hadn't put her finger on it.

"Yes, but do not inject her with anything as of yet. I have plans to check her breeding capability before we dismiss her as a failure with the others."

"From our studies, we have gathered that she had a little to no chance of falling into a coma as the last one did."

"That is good, but we need to have her have a child so we can study her body and learn what causes the body to shut down after the baby is born that limits them from having more children. And we also be able to find the gene that is introduced that only allows the birth of male children."

"Would you like us to do the insemination by the end of the week, ma'am?"

"Yes, Kalin will be too weak to fight then, so we will be able to gather from him what we need."

Rebecca had stopped listening after that, her heart pounding in her chest. Have a child, with Kalin? The idea in itself was somehow right, but not here, and not now. She would be damned if she let them take her child and experiment on her and Kalin.

But she had also made a decision about Kalin.

She had almost loved him, so close she could almost taste it on her tongue.

But she did not know if she could ever face him after everything that had happened here.

But Rebecca had a plan.

With that thought in mind, she raised her head, her face dry for the first time in a long time, her eyes clear and her mind sharp.

Because even though they were drawing blood from her daily, she was already again at her limit. Which made her put two pieces together. She would continue to produce as much blood as Kalin needed, and why that was she didn't know.

And right now, he needed a lot if he was going to get them out of here.

She went to move, stifling a moan of pain. Already her skin was too tight, her joints protesting at the odd pressure, her organs in pain. Philip had told her what would happen if she fell victum to a blood overdose. Her entire body was eventually lock up from the pressure, and then she would bleed out from her nose and mouth, but her jaw would be locked so she would slowly begin to choke on her own blood and die of suffocation. She would be lucky to die before her eyeballs popped and god knew what else would happen to her body.

Earlier in the day, she had stolen something that she knew she could stick in the door lock to keep it from closing. From Jimmy taking her down to see Kalin, she knew the way now, though she had barley been lucid enough to remember it at the time.

But now her and his life depended on it.

And the life of a child.

She moved towards the door as fast as she could, opening it with silent ease and making her way down the path she had gone over so many times now it was engrained in her memory. But for all the times she had been taken out of her room, she still had not figured out where they were. It looked like a military base, one you would see on something like Stargate SG1 or something.

A sudden blast of pain made her gasp, and she had to stop, supporting herself on the wall, hoping she wasn't too late. In order to slow her quickening heart, she began thinking of the dreams she had begun having of Kalin and that strange woman she had seen. The woman kept telling her she was late, and she needed to hurry up, and then hit Kalin on the head and scold him for being late as well. The dream was reoccurring and was confusing the hell out of her.

It did the trick, her heart slowed and the pain ebbed, and she was able to move again.

When she made it to the room where Kalin was held, she pulled out the key she had swiped from Jimmy. She had acted like she was giving him a shove to the chest, but she had really been sliding her hand into his pants pocket to steal the key.

Damn prick though she was coming onto him.

"Kalin, wake up." she said loudly when she came into the room, finding him drooped in his restraints. He did wake from her voice, though he did stir, murmuring her name. And she was suddenly worried they may have drugged him.

She cried out as another wave of pain came over her, and she knew she was out of time, she had none to waste.

She grabbed his thick hair in her right hand and yanked her head up, shoving her wrist against his mouth.

Nothing happened.

"Dammit, Kalin! Your supposed to be hungry!" her heart was pounding just being this close to him, and not just from fear from what she was doing. But he was supposed to make this easy on her.

She pressed her wrist harder against his teeth, and gasped when she felt the edge of his fang prick her wrist.

And before she could even react, everything happened at once.

His eyes snapped open, and she almost jerked away. His eyes were pure predatory and madness.

And with a snarl her latch onto her wrist.

But dear god did it hurt! But she forced herself to still, waiting until he took his first swallow, and then she set her plan into action.

She yanked her wrist away from him.

Hard.

It had the affect she was looking for. Skin tore, so did muscle, and blood began pouring over her hand. She quickly backed away from him, holding her hand out, wrist up, like a tempting offering. She had seen something similar in an episode of Angel, when they had gone into a different dimension, one where angel could walk into the sun. But when his vampire side had come out, Fred had been there, a stone in a moving river, her hand dipped in a bag of blood, to draw the monster away.

But unlike Fred, she was fucking terrified!

Kalin was snarling and growling, but his eyes seemed dazed, confirming her suspicions that he had indeed been drugged.

So she flicked her hand, sending blood droplets flitting across his face.

He froze, looking stunned, his brows coming together even as his tongue flicked out to taste her blood. He growled, sniffing the air deep, eyes set on her, pure animal intent. He struggled, then paused, looking at one shackled wrist, then another.

Then he simply snapped them.

Snapped them. Like they had been nothing more than cardboard.

And he lept on her, taking them both to floor.

Even as her body sung in happiness, her mind flung fear at her.

Until she head him speaking to her.

"Baby, oh baby, baby, what did you do to your self. Oh Becca, my Becca." his mouth closed over the wound, licking and suckling, stemming the bleeding, and somehow, killing the pain and giving her pleasure through the madness. She mindlessly twisted against him, tears running down her face as the pain in her body eased, even feeling light and blissful. She was so happy to have him free, so happy to touch him.

Even though she knew she could not overcome her fear easily.

Which is why she was going to leave him.

But that thought was drowned out when he lifted his head, and she became choked up at the pure love and devotion in his eyes. He began murmuring to her, kissing away her tears, stroking her body, making sure she was alright. And through her fear battered brain, she began whispering back, nuzzling him, touching him. Two reunited lovers hidden in the darkness.

"Take what only I can give you," he whispered softly, and kissed her. She thought she would taste blood, but she didn't. Instead, he taste like love, like dark chocolate, so bittersweet. Too bittersweet, it scared her, and everything in her was going to make her flee.

But the kissed grew insistent, and her breath began to quicken, and tears of happiness began to ebb. And the more and more she felt him, the more carnal she felt, her relief so stark it was maddening.

She felt him bite his tongue, tasted a sweetly salty taste, and sucked it down greedily through their unbroken passionate kiss.

But suddenly an aggressive growl arose from his chest.

The door opened and a flashlight shone in, illumination Kalin's face as he crouched over over her, everything in him possessive and protective.

Her sweet Kalin.

He launched himself at the intruder, whoever it was, leaving her alone in the room.

She lay there, trying to gather herself.

Until through the carnage outside, she heard an odd noise. Like paper against the floor.

Lifting her head, she found a piece of paper lying on the floor, having been slid under the door. From the light coming under the door, she could clearly read it.

To the left, three doors down, it is the way out.

She didn't ask questions.

She ran.

Her sweet Kalin.

Hers no longer.