Thank you so so so so much for reviewing! You guys are the best! Your reviews are so kind and helpful to me. I promise I won't disappoint you guys with this story. As a reward, I present you guys with Chapter 5. Enjoy! *You guys might hate me a little for this chapter*

(P.S. I changed my name to Deliciously Dark. It seemed a bit catchier)

- darky (- also quite catchy)

Chapter Five: I Don't Love You Like I Did Yesterday

"Thank goodness you're here, Marcy. I was just about to go up and find you. What have you and Greyson been doing up there?" Helena questioned with a smirk as Greyson and I walked into the living area on the first floor. My cheeks immediately flamed when she asked me the question. I looked to Greyson to see that he looked perfectly normal and there was even a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Look at you, always worrying," Greyson reprimanded teasingly. "Marcy and I were just getting to know each other." Catching my eye, he winked at me, which only caused me to blush some more.

Helena shook her head. "Well that took long enough. Marcy doesn't even know what our room looks like yet. You're so damn selfish."

Greyson stuck out his tongue childishly. "Bitch," he mumbled under his breath. It was so low that it took me a few seconds to figure out what he said. But Helena heard it anyways and rolled her eyes.

"I'm a fucking vampire. Even if you try to whisper, it sounds like you're shouting at me," Helena replied, annoyed. She took my hand and pulled me back up the stairs with brute strength. She literally dragged me up. "Come on Marcy. There's no time to waste. I can even show you Taryn's room 'cause she's out right now."

I tried to conceal the wave of guilt that hit me. Taryn probably left because of me. I was the reason that she got in such a huge fight with Greyson. And speaking of Greyson, he just told me that he loved me and I kind of said it back. But am I really ready for this?

When we reached the top of the stairs, the familiar scent of perfume wafted up my nose and I calmed immediately.

"Doesn't that feel nice," Helena asked, interrupting my internal conversation with myself.

I nodded and hummed. "It does. I could get used to this."

Helena giggled. "Wait till you see our room. It's fucking awesome!"

I rolled my eyes and followed her. "Does everyone swear like sailors around here?"

"It's always Logan and Greyson. They swear so much it gets annoying. But once you've lived with them for around three years, it's like water; you can't live without it."

"Let's sure hope I get used to that," I said, just as we walked through a pair of black marble double doors.

"This is the first room on the girl's floor: our room," Helena gestured for me to come in.

The sight I was faced took my breath away.

It was absolutely amazing. The whole room was black and white. All the walls were as white as snow with an intricate French-looking black pattern painted on it. On the wall facing the door, there was a huge glass door in the middle and through it; I could see a balcony with four white lawn chairs. The door had a white curtain that was pulled to the side so light could come in. There was a window on each side of the glass door, so the room was really illuminated by the sunlight.

In front of the wall to my left were two queen sized beds covered with black and white patterned blankets and matching pillows. The pattern didn't look cheesy at all; it looked elegant and classy. Next to each bed were black nightstands and black lamps.

In the center of the room, there was a black rug that stood out magnificently against the white carpeting. And to the wall on my right, there was a huge plasma screen TV hung on it. A crescent shaped black leather couch was placed in front of it with a glass coffee table.

To the side of the TV area was a big black door. I looked at it curiously.

"Our closet," Helena answered.

"How did you…"

Helena rolled her gray eyes. "I can anticipate your every thought…blah blah blah."

"Right."

I did a once over the room and sighed contently. It was the nicest place I had ever stayed.

"You like?" Helena asked.

"Hell yes. This place is incredible," I gushed.

Helena laughed and went to sit on the bed furthest away from the door. I assumed it was her bed since it wasn't technically 'made'.

I followed her and sat on the empty bed, which was probably meant for me, and looked up at the ceiling. A huge black and crystal chandelier hung from the middle.

"This place will never cease to amaze me," I said, mainly to myself.

Helena nodded. "I've been living here for around three years now and every time I walk into this room, I sigh. I just can't believe I live here."

I smiled at her. This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, unless she wants to be more than friends…because she's a lesbian.

"No, I will not try to come after you. Like I said, I have a girlfriend; she just lives in another building. I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable in any way. I honestly don't want it to be awkward between us because of my sexual orientation," Helena said skeptically.

I gasped in surprise. "No no no! I don't think anything of your sexual orientation. I think it's awesome that you're a lesbian. I was just thinking…"

"Sure. You were just thinking," Helena grumbled but a smile was tugging at her lips.

She flopped back into her bed, which caused the sheets to puff up around her. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Shut up, new girl," she complained. "These sheets are just so damn fluffy."

I laughed again and it felt good. I felt like a weight had been lifted off me and I could finally be normal for once. People could finally accept me now that I'm surrounded by people…vampires that are just as bizarre as me.

Helena rolled to her side so that she could face me and she rested her face in her hand, using her elbow to prop her up.

"So you got any questions about us blood suckers?" She asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Uhm, yeah. If vampires can't stand the sun, why are the blinds open? And why is this house made of glass?" I asked, cautiously.

Helena chuckled. "That's all bullshit that people made up to make us vampires seem crazy. We can walk in the sun, we'll just burn quicker and easier than regular humans do. To tell you the truth, we actually like the sun. It makes up feel warm again."

"So all of you guys can go to the beach and tan?"

"Not necessarily. Like I said, we will burn quickly. Some vampires, usually the ones without special powers, will burn faster than the ones that have powers. It's just something that has to do with our blood."

I stared at Helena. "So vampires have blood?"

Another laugh escaped her lips. "No, we get the blood from the humans we drink from. That's why we vampires feel so cold. We don't have enough blood in our bodies to keep us human temperature. But venom also runs in our veins and the type of venom we have depends on if we have powers or not. Vampires with no powers have weaker and slower venom, so if they were to bite someone, they would die slower or they would change slower. Vampires with powers can kill someone with just on little injection."

I nodded. "So what about kissing then?" My face flushed a bit at the topic as I recalled my earlier encounter with Greyson.

"We can control the amount of venom we produce," Helena answered simply. "Is that all?"

"Uhm, no. Sorry, I've got a lot of questions," I mumbled.

"It's fine," Helena answered and waited for me to continue.

"So vampires can feel? They have emotions and feelings and stuff?"

"Well, yeah. Vampires can fall in love, hate each other, cry and laugh. We can do anything humans do, if not better. Except for the fact that we cry blood mixed with venom, we can feel like humans, but only when we have enough blood in our bodies. If we were to go…say a year without blood, we would turn into zombies, literally. We would be like walking dead people."

I laughed at the thought of Helena walking around, dead. Technically, she already was, but her being even more dead than she is right now appeared humorous to me.

Helena looked at me with amused eyes which only caused me to laugh more.

Suddenly, she got up, walked to the cooler next to the TV and pulled out what looked like a bottle of unnaturally red wine. She brought it back with her to the bed, sat down, popped open the top and took a long swig of the liquid.

"Is that alcohol? I really need some right now," I said, reaching out for the bottle. Swallowing the liquid she held in her mouth, she pulled the bottle away from me tensely and held out a hand.

"What?" I asked.

"You don't want to drink this, it's…"

I threw my hands up in the air, exasperated. "You don't think I can handle the booze? My dad and mom died for heaven's sake! I used to down like two bottles of wine a day to numb out the pain. Hand me the fucking bottle."

When she shook her head, I lunged at her, stealing the bottle away. Before she could say anything, I placed my mouth at the opening and poured a mouthful of red liquid into my mouth. And then the taste hit me.

I spat out the liquid like it was poison, staining the clean white sheets.

Helena gave me a look of 'I told you so'.

"What the hell is this? It's fucking nasty!" I screamed, desperately trying to remove the taste from my mouth. I ran to the cooler and pulled out a bottle of water, gulping half of it in one breath.

Helena shook her head and tried to conceal a laugh. "It was blood."

"So you're telling me I just drank blood?" I screeched at her.

"Yes, and right now, you look like an absolute wild woman. You should look at yourself."

I glared at her, shoving the water bottle back in the cooler. "I didn't have to know that."

"Hey, I'm just being honest."

"No need to be honest with me. You could have told me that the liquid was just expired wine or something. Now that you told me it was blood, I'm disgusted with myself."

"Hey! My policy is that if you're my roommate, I'll be honest with you. And come on, it was just a little blood. You need the practice."

I looked at her, revolted. "How could you say that? I'm still human ya'know."

"Sorry, sorry. It's the honesty thing." She made a puppy dog face at me and I couldn't resist.

I sighed.

"Fine, I'll tell you something, roommate to roommate."

Helena perked up. Her eyes were suddenly alive and dancing with anticipation.

I made sure the silence between us was nice and anxious. It would make what I had to say much more intense.

"Greyson told me that he loved me," I whispered. I blushed and looked down at my clammy palms, wiping them on my jeans.

"What?" Helena gasped.

I looked up, incredulous. "Greyson Breckinridge told me that he loved me."

Helena jumped up from her bed and sat down next to me. "He told you that he loved you?" She shouted in my ear.

I winced and backed away from her. "Yeah, is that bad?" I asked. I was nervous to hear her response.

"Of course it's not bad! Greyson has never loved anyone before! Not even Taryn! And they went out for like two years. I thought they were gonna get married or something. Their shit was crazy!" Helena started shouting all at once.

"Helena, stop," I commanded.

"Oh my gosh, you are so damn lucky! He is like the hottest boy in the House of Night and he falls in love with you and you guys have only met for like two days. This is so fucking unbelievable!" Helena continued.

"Stop!" I shouted. She stopped suddenly and cocked her head at me.

"Greyson went out with Taryn?" I asked.

Helena shrugged. "It was no big deal to Greyson, but Taryn kind of took it as a big deal. So their break up was hard on her."

I groaned. "He didn't love her?"

Helena shook her head. "No. He never told any of us that he loved her, so I assume that he didn't. But I can't believe that he told you he loved you! You guys just met…"

"Helena! That's my problem! He told me that he loved me and I said it back! But now I don't know if I can back up my words! I just met him a few days ago and it's all happening really fast. I know that you guys are vampires and you don't sleep and your brains can process so much more, but I think it's a little fast even in your vampire world. And now I don't know what to do because I can't just tell him that I don't love him right after I said that I did! I would come off as a complete and total bitch."

"Oh." Helena whispered.

My eyes began to tear up and I blinked rapidly to stop them.

"Helena, I don't know what to do. I totally screwed up! I am such an idiot," I cried.

"Come here," she comforted as she pulled me into a tight hug.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do," I blubbered.

Helena pulled away and held my shoulder firmly with her hands.

"You tell him that you're not ready for that kind of relationship yet," she said matter-of-factly.

"But I like him! I do want to be more than friends; I'm just not ready to love him yet. I was so caught up in the heat of the moment that I just said it. I don't even know if I mean it or not anymore. I feel awful."

Helena nodded. "And what you're saying right now sounds extremely bitchy. But telling him the truth is better than lying. He's gonna find out that something's up and it would be better to tell him sooner than later."

I whimpered. "I'm screwed. I'm screwed, I'm screwed, I'm screwed!" I pounded my fists into the bed. "What have I done?"

Helena patted my shoulder. "Just tell him. You're in a huge mess right now and the easiest thing to do is to tell him."

"I don't know what's wrong with me these past few days. My mood has been changing so rapidly and I'm so indecisive. I just can't get a grip on what I want and I can't get a grip on reality."

"I know it's been hard on you, finding out about the vampirism shit and such, but it's too late to take it back. You're going to be one of us soon and you just have to accept it. Once you know the secret, you know it for life," Helena responded. "There's no way you can forget. I wish there was something I can say to make you feel safer and more comfortable, but the honest to God truth is that there is nothing. You will never go back to being the normal Marcy again."

"Damn it," I mumbled and got up from my sitting position. My legs were falling asleep.

Helena looked at me with curiosity. "Where are you going?"

I swallowed. "To talk to Greyson. And then maybe kill myself."

Without waiting to hear her response, I walked silently out the door and up the stairs to the boys' floor.

The whole trip up the excruciatingly long set of stairs still didn't give me enough time to calm down. I walked into the boys' floor teary eyed and sniffling. Cody looked up from his PSP and creased his eyebrows.

"What's up, Marcy? You okay?" He asked, setting his gaming system down next to him and walked towards me.

"I'm fine, uh… where's Greyson?" I asked, doing my best to hide the weakness in my voice.

Cody pointed behind him to a pair of oak doors. "He's in his room? Why?"

"I just need to-to talk to him about something…." I murmured.

Cody looked at me skeptically. "Well, okay then. Logan's not in there so you guys can have some peace and quiet."

I plastered the happiest smile I could muster on my face and walked into Greyson's room.

He was sitting on his bed, reading a book. His bronze hair was illuminated by the lamp next to his bed, making him look angelic. I breathed in deeply, clearing my mind, and walked confidently to his bedside, sitting down by his outstretched legs.

He put his book down slowly and looked at me with his beautiful gold eyes that could melt my heart.

"Hey Marcy," he said, flashing me his gorgeous smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi Greyson," I responded quietly.

His brows furrowed together. "Is something wrong?" He placed a cool hand on my cheek and I turned away from him. I heard his arm fall back with an empty thud.

"I'm not ready for this," I said as quiet as possible, hoping he wouldn't hear me that well. But of course he had to be a vampire.

"It's okay, there's no need to be scared. I will wait until you're ready to turn into a vampire. There's no rush," Greyson responded, oblivious to the true reason I was in his room.

"No Greyson, it's not that."

He sat up straight. "So then what is it?" There was a hint of impatience in his tone.

"I'm not ready to love you," I whispered with all the strength I could muster.

It took Greyson a few moments to comprehend what I just said. And when he got it, I could see his eyes turn different shades of gold. He balled his hands into fists at his side. He looked as if I slapped him in the face.

"Why?" Was all he said, and it was enough to send me into a crying mess. I was having a total meltdown.

"Because this is all happening way to fast and I can't handle it. I'm just a measly human who can't comprehend half the stuff you vampires do! I'm scared that I'm throwing myself at you too fast and that we're both just going to end up getting hurt," I cried in one breath.

Greyson inhaled. And then he exhaled. "It's my fault. I'm throwing this at you much too quickly. I should have never talked to you in the cemetery."

"No! I want you in my life. I want to be friends, maybe even more, but now is not a good time. I don't think I'm mentally stable enough," I tried to explain.

Greyson turned so that I couldn't see his eyes.

"It's fine," he said in a monotonous tone.

"It's not fine. I feel horrible for getting your hopes up and now I'm tearing them down. I'm so sorry."

Greyson looked at me, his expression unreadable. "It's fine, really. I'm fine."

I touched his arm cautiously. "Do you hate me?"

He smoothed my hair down, a gesture that shocked me. "Of course I don't hate you. I could never bring myself to do that."

I looked up at him. His eyes were staring blankly into somewhere in the distance of his room.

"Will you ever love me again?"

"I will always love you. No matter what, you know that. You're here to simply tell me that you're not ready to give me your all and love me back, and I accept that. I'll just wait for you until you're ready," he smiled weakly to no one in particular.

"Thank you," I breathed. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him close. I felt him breathe out deeply and hug me back. Greyson was taking this really lightly. I just hope that his feelings for me haven't changed. And even though I've told him that I didn't love him yet, I still feel guilty for letting him down. I don't know if he's pretending to forgive me or that he's actually accepting this.

He kissed the top of my head softly and pulled away.

"I have a council meeting to get to," he said as he got off his bed.

"Have fun," I replied.

"Oh I will because you're coming with me," he smirked and walked out of the room.