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Rebecca's POV

I stared at Kalin's face, just as perfect as I remembered it being. I felt heat rising into my own face, because I seriously thought he would have balked at the idea of me testing him, let alone when I challenged him to dance. But did he back out? No. Instead he seemed eager to please, and dammit, now I was the one who wanted to back out. Dancing with him? I was going to burn up before the sanity of my mind could ever make a peep.

"Chickening out?" He taunted, and I was. I was too worried about what would happen if the two of us danced close together. I swallowed heavily, and turned back to the bar, bracing myself against it, suddenly feeling dizzy. My head was light, and the room seemed to spin.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice suddenly concerned. That was something new. Most guys would have thought I was just faking it just to get out of dancing.

But sudden realization about what was happening clicked just as he went to move forward to check and help me.

"Stay back!" I snapped, more out of fear than anger, holding out a hand to make him stop. His chest almost touched my palm, but I was too busy trying to calm my body and trying not to puke in panic. The closer he was the quicker my blood was multiplying, and there was no way I was going to be able to make it to Philip in time for a blood letting. I would have to cut myself, or let him feed.

For a moment my mind seized on that, enjoying the idea of being held by him as he sunk his fangs into me. After all, it was natural, wasn't it? My body did it only for him, so why not just give him what was naturally his?

Then my sanity pushed it away. If he kept a distance, maybe my body would calm itself, and I would not have to resort to cutting, because there was no way in hell I was going to allow myself to be held in his arms at this point. I had run from him to avoid situations like this!

"Its your blood, isn't?" his voice had taken on a rough edge, as if he were excited just by the mere idea. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes, something in my body reacting to the excited note in his voice. I backed up a step, scared at the easy way he seduced me.

"Whoa!" he said softly, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace and trying to get me to not bolt. I honestly didn't think I could run at this point anyway, I was greedy for the site of him and for the sound of his voice.

"Please, don't leave." he said softly.

"I won't let you feed from me!" I said softly, my voice barley a gasp of air, even though I didn't think he could tell my heart was racing at the idea, but not from fear, from excitement.

"I will not try too." he assured, but I could tell it was hard for him to say.

"Did you feed from someone else?" I questioned, finding I did not like the idea of him taking the life blood of someone else, female or otherwise. Then I realized that was selfish of me, not allowing him to have my blood, but not allowing him the blood of others that he would need to survive.

"No." such a simple answer.

"Why?" I asked, baffled.

"I cannot take the blood of anyone but you. It would do nothing for me but make the hunger for your blood even worse. Your blood has the right genetics to nourish my body perfectly. We were made for each other." he gave me a smile, hands still the air. I felt a little better from the distance, and was pondering if I could actually stay around him for much longer.

My hand unconciously began to rub my wrist, and his eyes were drawn to the motion. I didn't stop, even though I didn't know why I had done it. It didn't ache, it never did. Guilt split across his face with such intensity it made my heart ache.

"I see why you would not want me feeding from you." he said softly.

"It wasn't your fault." I assured. I don't know why I cared, but I felt like he needed to know.

"I knew it was the only way to get you to break out. So I let you bite, then pulled, hoping it would cause you to struggle and break free. And it did."

"Still," he said, regret and sorrow heavy on his voice. "You must fear me."

"I did," I said honestly, even if I was only being slightly honest. I only feared him a little, but that was before I had talked to his sister.

"What changed?"

"I found out what you are, and found that you could never hurt me, even if you wanted too."

"Ahhhh, my sister." he said with realization, a smile tugging on his mouth. "Did she tell you everything?"

"No, just some things. She said others would be explained by you. She told me the story of your goddess, and how we are paired. Other than that, not really much else."

He studied me, seeing that I was able to now stand on my own. He pondered for a moment, then spoke.

"Look, I am sorry for coming into the club and shocking you like this. I just wanted to see you. It has been so long." he glanced at the bar stool behind him, then took a seat, obviously meaning he would keep his distance if it meant me staying. I raised my eye brows at what he said, and couldn't help but asking.

"You mean this is the first time you have seen me?"

"Yes."

Well guess that means that my dreams were just that, dreams. I didn't know if I was relieved or disappointed. I took a seat on my bar stool, at least a good two bar stools between us. Thank god the music was lower, so we could actually hear one another. I put an arm out on the bar, and he took the opportunity to reach out with a tentative finger tip, and touch the scar. I didn't pull away, just letting him, figuring he at least deserved that.

"How did you find me?" the question was softly, my mind pleased with the soft sensation of him brushing me with his fingers.

"It wasn't hard. All I had to do it follow which town your little doctor friend transferred too."

"You followed Philip?" I was stunned, was it really that easy.

He shrugged, not looking up from my scar.

"I would have done what I had to do to find you. As it turned out, I was able to get into the hospital records and find that you had only one doctor who specialized in your 'problem'." he said the word like it was a thick wad of gum in his mouth.

"Well you certainly seemed like you wanted to see me, dancing with my best friend and all."

The question still failed to rouse him.

"That is not what you thought it was." and that was what he left it at, his voice saying he was unwilling to go further. Well, at least it wasn't what I thought, right?

Yeah, right.

"Why did you flee me?"

Now that question caught me by surprise.

For a couple of minuets my mouth opened and closed, and I could not seem to think of an articulate response to give him. Because with him right here in front of me, all of the reasons I ran seemed stupid and pointless.

"I needed time." I said lamely.

"You needed time, so you uped and left in a day?" he voice held no judgment, it was flat and simple.

"Well, when you say it like that, it sounds really stupid." I sighed, pulling my arm away from him, rubbing my temples, feeling the low bass in my body, trying to soothe me.

"Kalin, the the two months I knew you, you hit my brother over the head and put him in a coma, you bit me, had sex with me, I got kidnapped, and was told that I was going to be forced to bare your child for experimental purposes. Then I stumbled my way through the woods, all the while nearly bleeding to death on the way, and was then put face to face with a chick to admitted she was your sister who let you go. Oh! And did I forget to mention was the only immortal female of your race?" I shook my head, seriously?

"Well when you put it like that." he said in a mocking voice, but it was fueled with anger at himself. I could tell by his irritated expression, and the way he sat back away from me, his posture stiff.

Okay, maybe that hadn't been the BEST thing to say.

"Look, Kalin. I agreed to give you a chance, on my terms. And that includes no kissing or sex. I regret making your worry, I honestly do, but from what happened I needed time."

"And I agreed to your terms." he said with a spat, and I sighed. He was not agreeable when he was irritated.

"I am going home now."

"I wish you wouldn't." his voice had changed from irritated to pleading in a single moment. But I avoided his eyes, refusing to be swayed. Be nearing him right now was still too much. I needed home, I needed my bed.

"I am sorry." I said simply, pulling the money from my pocket to pay for my drinks, to find he had already done it. I blinked, sighing, and refusing to argue with him and cause my body stress. I turned on my heel from him, my body aching with every step I took away from him, as if I was leaving my whole heart and world behind. I pushed through the crowd, until Beth popped up, laughing and throwing her arms around my waist, and refused to let go until I agreed to dance.

I did, aware Kalin watched me from the shadows, and feeling the power I had just being a female.

But even the joys of dancing could not make me stay in fear of me saying the wrong thing once again and breaking my own heart.