No Name – Ha XD I wish, but thank you.

StarCharmer – Yeah she left him *sigh * it is killing me too lol.

– XD excellent review with the ! Def. Got my attention, lol.

Iamecho – I am sorry luv, it is grating on my nerves as well, and unfortunately, they have some road to cover.

Sparkles31199 – me XD? I would be the worst stalker in all the world. I would be the one to hide behind the lamp pole and go * psst, Sparkles, don't look behind you, I am not here, not following you, I am just …. everywhere you are!" and your 12? turning 13? I wish I were that young again, feel so old* sigh*

ThisIsNotALoveSong – tention? I am gonna guess tension, but I wouldn't exactly say tension, cept if you mean the sexual kind, haha.

Tsuki916 – Of course Kalin wont listen, hes a stubborn git, and plus if he did, I think my readers would leave me XD the love Kalin more than they love me.

Wholegrainmustard – Asia? Hell, wish I could travel again, been to lots of places, but never Asia, what is it like? And yeah I know, I have to make them run in squares for awhile, lol. And I am glad you are back, otherwise you would miss this chapter, which has something that will make you smile!

Aquamalon – didn't mean to sound like I was attacking you, I do enjoy honest criticism. And what is your first language?

Kalin's POV

A dream?

She thought me nothing more than a good dream?

Was that a good thing or a bad thing?

I couldn't seem to make up my mind as I just lay there with her, cuddling her to my chest while she fell into a deep medicated sleep. It wasn't hard to track her down, with the smell of her blood laying out the whole trail for me to follow, and the man in me was glad that to find her safe and sound.

But still my heart ached to think that she ran from me. The wrist had been an intentional thing, but it was obvious that it still had scarred her, no matter how much she had planned it out before hand.

But still, my bride had cared enough to try and free me, instead of just getting out herself, which she was smart enough to do without any help. No one had ever escaped from their stronghold, and yet this human woman had done it without a single problem.

My bride.

I was so proud, it welled up in my chest and it seemed like there was not enough space in there for everything I felt for her.

Gods I wanted this female.

Why could she not want me too?

She wanted my kiss, my touch.

But why not just me?

How long could I keep a distance from her? Would it even help? Would she eventually get used to the idea that no matter how much she wanted me to turn around and leave, I could not more do that than take my own heart from my breast and live?

She stirred against my chest, muttering my name, and it sent my heart hammer again, just from the thought of her dreaming about me again. She had thought I was a dream because her body was so heavily drugged and blood deprived that it could not muster up arousal.

My silly mortal.

My lovely bride.

I tilted her head up slightly, and leaned in to kiss her again, feeling her lips move against my own, even in the drug induced sleep. I would have to leave her, I didn't want anyone walking in to see me holding her. And I did not want to lead my enemies here either. I would keep them away from her, even if it killed me.

As I gently laid her down in a more comfortable position on the bed, tears began to leek from the corners of her eyes.

"Ah, babe, why?" I gasped softly, gently trying to rub them away, but more just replaced them, and an emotion like tenderness and sadness swept over me.

"I will give you a happy life." I swore softly, stealing one more kiss.

And I may just have to die to accomplish it.

Rebecca's POV

I woke, feeling like hell.

The second thing I noticed? I had tears running down my cheeks, even as I remembered my dream and my heart went into a painful spasm.

Dammit! He could not claim my heart!

"Sleep well?" a female voice asked, and I jerked up in bed, so fast it actually made me dizzy. I was no longer hooked up to the machines, and I did feel better than before. I could feel a slight burn on my wrist, which mean Philip has stitched it up and cleaned it.

There! She was sitting on another bed across from mine, one leg bent on the bed, the other hanging off, and she was leaning back against the wall, watching me. Those green eyes unnerved me as they watched me with what seemed to be shame, happiness, and interest.

"Who are you?" I asked in a clear voice, but it was obvious I was bristling.

"My name is Fortis. I know, not a very female kind of name, but my father gave it to me." she pronounced it with an accent, and it sparked my curiosity.

"What does it mean?" I asked, despite myself.

"Its Latin, I think it means strong. My father wanted me to grow up to be a strong person, to hold my own." she smiled, shaking her head as she stood. "But it would seem that the name was wasted on me, and he should just have given it to Kalin."

For a second shock seared right through me, and as I watched her move, it struck me out of the blue.
"You are a Thorian!" I yelled, looking towards the closed door of the room, wondering how long and loud I would have to scream before someone came running. Pressing the button for the nurse was useless, since my bed didn't have one. When I looked back at her, she had stopped walking, looking at me with a raised eye brow.

"Are you really going to start yelling bloody murder?" she questioned in an amused voice.

"Ah! You can read me mind!"

"No," she said, with a restrained laughter. "I can tell by your face." she could not stop a chuckle, but she turned her face away, pressing a hand to her mouth.

"How do you know Kalin?" I demanded, not liking that she was finding me funny. Lets see her answer my questions.

"Didn't I just say so?" she looked at me like it was supposed to be obvious, but nothing was clicking. "Kalin is my brother. Younger, actually, but a couple hundred years, but hey, whos counting?"

"Couple . . . hundred?" I gasped out, feeling the blood run from my face.

"Are you okay?" she asked in concern, coming over to sit at the edge of my bed, watching me with hawk eyes, waiting for me to gain my composure.

"I didn't know he had a sister." I managed to get out. Not to mention I thought he was just in his twenties. God, what a slap to the face. That cradle robber.

"Yeah, he hasn't seen me in a long time, with the madness consuming him and all. But anyway, I have a question. And I need you to answer me honestly." she had lost all of her playful demeanor, and it was actually kind wigging me out. Especially since she was just sitting there, staring at me, as if daring me to say no.

"I will try." I said hesitantly, worried about what she would ask.

"Did you leave me brother with the Grits?"

Okay, whaaaat?

"Uh, the what?"

"The Grits? Oh, hell, I don't know what they are really called, I mean, they used to be Thorians, but now since they worship another goddess they aren't, but they are. And it is not like they picked out a club name or something."

"Oh! You mean those people that kidnapped me and Kalin!" I shook my head, unconsciously touching my wrist. "No, he got out, I hope. I released him after giving him my blood. It seemed to help."

"Well of course it did, your his bride." she said with a smile, but she pursed her lips when I gave her a blank look. Then panic filled her gaze.

"Oh, god, please tell me my brother filled you in!" she waited a heartbeat, then shook her head with a horrified expression. "He took your blood and your body without telling you anything? I will flog him senseless, I taught him to be better to woman!" she threw me a quick smile. "Not that I am not grateful or anything, I mean, without you he would still be a prey to the madness."

"But why? Why was he suffering from madness? Why did he need my blood? Why can he invoke things in me no one else can? Why can I not seem to stay away from him?"

"Are you sure you want these answers? They are long and grueling, and you may end up with more questions than answer. Not to mention it is supposed to be your males job to explain all of this, but from the look in your eyes, I can tell her fucked up majorly." she sighed, gently reaching out to touch the wrist that was tore.

"I am sorry he did this too you." she said in a softer voice, sorrow covering her beautiful features.

"I did it to myself. It was the only way." I shrugged, as if it hadn't affected me.

"I will give you your answers, Rebecca." she said, pulling back and forcing a smile. "But I cannot do it before I make you promise that you will not judge my brother by anything I tell you until you two get to talk in person."

"Agreed." I said immediately, because I knew I was never going to see Kalin again anyway. After this I was going to find a way to run, and I knew I could count on Philip to help me.

"Well, okay then. The cops have come and gone, and Philip is finally asleep in his office, so we should not be getting any unexpected visitors. No one is expecting you to wake up for another day or so."

"How long have I been out?" I asked in surprise at the knowledge.

"Around two days or so. But anyways, hmmmm, where to start." she pursed her lips, perfectly shaped, full, and shell pink. Her green eyes deep in thought.

"Ah! I know! We will start at the beginning! Of course!" she laughed, and for once, I wished I could join her.

But with the topic we were on I could not even seem to muster a smile.

Especially when I had just realized that the front of my hospital gown smelled of Kalin.

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