Hey guys, sorry I've taken so long to update, I've just been really lazy and school doesn't help either. Also to anyone that didn't re-read the ending to the last chapter, I advise you do since it'll help understanding the later chapters. Again Black Dawn spoilers, I think it's safe to say, if you haven't read the book, this whole story will ruin it for you, so I'm sorry :S Enjoy!

Chloe's POV

I jerked awake, sweating and panting from my nightmare. Just a dream, I thought to myself. Although it had felt so real and that terrified me. Guess I should stop watching scary vampire movies, I thought, sighing. Just as I was calming done, my panic raised again. I had no idea where I was. I could tell I wasn't in my own room since I was in a double bed and mine was single and wasn't so soft and silky. I also noticed I was still wearing my Halloween costume, the only difference was now the fake blood had all dried up when I felt the material. I tried to squint into the darkness of the room, but could not see a thing. I moved toward the edge of the bed and felt around until I found a table and lamp. When I finally found the lamp switch, I quickly turned it on, scared of sitting in the dark without knowing where I was.

However, when I turned on the lamp, I wish I hadn't. I wish I had curled under the covers and hid under there until all my problems were gone. Once I could see again, there stood several men and women around the room, all wearing black suits and blank faces. I squeaked and scrambled backwards until I hit the bed post, wrapping the blanket around me closer, shaking in fear. None of them moved. I jumped as the door to my left opened, showing a middle-aged hippie. I stared at the man, terrified about what was going to happen. Seeing the fear in my eyes, the hippie's stern face dropped and took a slightly gentler one.
"There's no need to afraid, mistress. You are in safe hands now." He explained in a calm, but in a sort of commanding voice. This is coming from a hippie? I thought, utterly confused. The hippie moved out of the doorway for another man, also middle-aged and carrying an ancient and battered doctors bag. My eyes widened at this and I tried moved farther away, however there was no where to go. The man gently smiled at me.
"Like my good friend has just told you, you have nothing to fear. I'm just here to check your wounds." He said in a kind and calming tone. I felt the effects of his voice and my muscles relaxed, but now I was confused. Wounds?

I must have looked confused because the doctor sent me an sympathetic smile.
"It's common to have memory loss after a horrific trauma. Unfortunately, you'll most likely remember it quite soon." The man, now started to walk over to me, but I made no move to run. This man made me feel safe for some reason. He sat on the bed softly and opened his bag. He ran through some minor tests, like 'how many fingers am I holding up?' and so on. Then he moved onto my wound. He tilted my head to the side and peeled away the bandage on my neck. I flinched at the memories and nearly fell off the bed, however the doctor caught me with large, but soft hands and at surprising speed.
I started to shake my head and tears welled in my eyes.
"That's not possible. This isn't happening." I kept repeating, while rocking back and forth. The man rested a hand on my shoulder, making me stop and look at him. His eyes were sad and full of understanding.
"This is happening and completely possible. Your boyfriend, a rogue vampire, attacked you. However you are now safe." Now the tears spilt over and I turned away, bottom lip trembling.
"Yeah right. I probably just tripped, cracked my head and I'm now in a coma. What you gonna tell me next, that Morganville is real?" I whimpered, trying to stop my tears. I saw the doctor and hippie exchange looks. As I tried to wipe away my tears, the hippie spoke to the doctor.
"What kind of potion has the witch given her? She's speaking nonsense!" I glared at the hippie through my tears.
"Well screw you. It's my dream and you can go away!" I growled at him, expecting him to disappear in a cloud of smoke or something. He just stood there, crossing his arms and glaring right back. I blinked a few times, seeing if he'd go. Nothing. I groaned in frustration and jumped up off the bed and stomped to the door next to him.
"Fine, I'll leave then." I muttered, but the hippie stood in the way. I glared up at him.
"Move out of the way, dick!" I demanded, shoving at him. He didn't move an inch.
"Morganville is real and you're not going anywhere." He said, looking down at me. That made even more angrier.
"Like hell it is! What are you gonna tell me next? That you're Oliver? Don't make me laugh!" I shouted at him. He just gave me the kind of look that you give a mental patient. He sighed in frustration.
"Theo, would you please sedate her?" The hippie asked, at his last nerve. I heard the man sigh and stand up behind her.
"I think that would be best." He muttered, obviously trying to be quiet so I didn't hear. But I heard alright.

I let out a roar that surprised even myself, grabbing the hippie's tie dye shirt, lifting him by it and throwing him through the door. I spun around just as the doctor was going to stab me with the syringe and grabbed his arm, throwing him into the wall. I then noticed that the guards had started to move and quickly ran for the second door in the room and locked it behind me. I gasped for breath and the red disappeared. What the hell was that? I asked myself, wiping away the beads of sweat from my forehead. I looked around my surroundings. It seemed to be an underground tunnel. A dark, underground tunnel. Great, I sighed and started to walk, tensing my muscles for anything.

After about ten minutes of walking, something foul breathed on my neck. I turned around to find crimson eyes staring right back at me. I squeaked a bit, but to be honest I was too tired to be scared now.
"What you doing down here, little girl?" The man asked. Well, he actually wasn't a man. He looked only a bit older than me, but for all I knew, he could be hundreds of years old.
"Running from reality." I sighed and sat on the floor, leaning against the cold, slimy wall. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything at that moment. The boy stared at me through his greasy black hair.
"Feel free to have a bite. Already got the holes and everything." I muttered, closing my eyes, waiting for something. I could the boy's burning stare still on me and even though I was completely dressed, I felt exposed to him.
"What's your name?" The boy asked, ditching the creepy voice he used before. I opened my eyes as he sat next to me. I smiled with no humor or happiness in it.
"Chloe. And you?"
"Jason." I blinked. I was surprised I wasn't running and screaming now.
"Ah. The psycho girl killer, now a vampire. Also Eve's little brother. So this is real..." I sighed again, rubbed my eyes and turned to Jason. He was glaring at me. Oh crap...I thought. I tilted my head to the side, my hair falling away, exposing my neck.
"Go ahead." I closed my eyes again, waiting for the pain. Again I was met by nothing.
"You are very odd." Jason told me and I felt him put something around my neck. Most likely a hangman's noose, I thought. But when I opened my eyes, I saw it was a black and red lacy choker and hid the bites perfectly well. I sent him a confused gaze.
"Thanks. But...you're not going to kill me?" I asked and he shrugged.
"I don't see the point. Being a vampire doesn't make you completely bad, y'know?" I rolled my eyes.
"I'd agree, but even before you became a vampire, you enjoyed causing pain." Jason raised an eyebrow.
"And how do you know this? I can tell you're not from here too, which confuses me farther." I stretched and took off my heels before answering him.
"You wouldn't believe me. I wouldn't believe it myself if I hadn't seen what..." I shuddered at the memories of Kyle attacking me. Jason continued to stare at me, but did not push me to answer him. He ran a hand through his greasy hair before standing. He held out a dirty hand. I looked up in confusion.
"Come on. It's not safe to stay sitting here." He smirked, showing a single fang, but it didn't scare me. I took his hand and gasped when he pulled me onto his back, giving me a piggy back. I snuggled into his back, feeling completely safe. Even his smell didn't affect me a bit. I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder.