I... Am... ALIVE! Woo! With finals, my show, and school all done with I finally have time to relax, become unstressed, and finally focus on my fanfictions. Yay! So in celibration I give you this sad excuse of a chapter, that of which is filled to the brim with romantic lovey-dovey crap and stuff and yea. But it's really short, sooooo... yeah... don't kill me. It was longer, but the rest of it took place the next morning and... i don't know, it just felt like a filler chapter. So I'm probably gonna just cut that morning bit out and skip to straight after school the next day.

Unless... You all reeeeeally want that morning bit. ... then I might put it back in but... eh... no Gregory so... eh... why bother, right? Anyways, ENJOY!

Start Chap. Seven: The Crimson Spell

"Balcony, sweet balcony. How I missed thee!" I shouted, as I clutched onto on of the sides of my balcony. There had been no need to tell the stalker which window was mine.

"It was not that bad." Gregory scoffed. I stared at him in shock.

"Whataya mean it 'wasn't that bad'!" I asked hysterically," What's your definition of a bad flight! Crashing into a fricken mountain! Personally, I consider any flight a bad flight if I nearly fall out of the sky nearly four times." Now don't take my word for it, lord knows my hearing's probably shot, but I could have swore I heard him mumble,

"It isn't like I would have let you fall." Followed by his eyes rolling. How do I know what that sounds like? Trust me; if anyone knows what rolling eyes sounds like, it's me.

"Anyway, thanks for the lift." I said, with no pun intended.

"I suppose it doesn't happen often," He stated cooly. I snapped my head at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I screeched, offended. Was he saying I wasn't attractive enough to be offered a drive home? Sure I didn't have guys lining up at my doorstep, but I've been offered a ride home from the clubs once or twice in my lifetime! Of course those guys were mostly wasted and/or just wanted to screw me... But still! Gregory looked lightly confused and not at all like he had just insulted someone. He raised his eyebrow.

"You've... Gone flying before?" I stared at him dumbfounded.

"Oh. Wait. Was... That what we were talking about?" I straightened up quickly. " Oh, no, no, no. I'd never been flying before tonight. At least... not without being in an airplane." I laughed nervously, and he actually tilted his head in confusion. Crap. Must. Fight... The Blush.

"Right." He muttered looking away aloofly. He looked back at me, noticing something. He seemed to be looking at my cheeks.

"What?" I snapped at him, as I turned my head to the side. Avoiding his gaze, hoping he couldn't see my rose tinted cheeks. I glanced back to where he was to find that it was only where he had been. He had disappeared again. Damn him. I sighed, closed my eyes, rubbed my temples, and leaned over the balcony. What the hell was wrong with me? This isn't how Jennive Victoria Marie Thompson acted around cute boys. Jennive Victoria Marie Thompson acted confident, tough, and would occasionally throw in a flirt or two. Jennive Victoria Marie Thompson didn't get overly defensive over nothing. And Jennive Victoria Marie Thompson definitely did not talk to herself in third person trying to convince herself of... something. Just what was I trying to convince myself? That I wasn't insane? That train's already left the station. I let my eyes ease open, only for some unidentified object to be captured in the edge of one of my eyes and squeaked. I sighed, annoyed with myself, for freaking out over it just being Gregory, and leaned against the balcony once more. Jennive Victoria Marie Thompson didn't shriek or scream every time she caught a glimpse of guys she liked, either... Then again what did I know? Almost all of my relationships bombed horrendously and none of them started off with me acting like this.

"Do all mortals do that?" He asked. I swung my head in Gregory's direction.

"What?" I questioned," Shriek every ten seconds? No, I'm a special case, sorry to disappoint." His faced turned annoyed.

"Never mind." He stated coldly, looking out to the horizon. Oh shit... Nice one Jen, maybe this is why none of my relationships started out like this. I just barely caught my thoughts. Relationship? Was I already looking for a relationship with this guy, this vampiric guy, that I'd hardly known for a day? No. No, no. I probably meant relationship like friends and stuff. I'm tired. I must be thinking too much. And I'm really hungry. Snapping out of it, I remembered that there was still an irked vampire next to me. I reluctlantly swallowed my pride.

"Sorry. I guess we have different perceptions about humor. What were you asking?"

"Humor?" He questioned, like he didn't get that I was being sarcastic when I had answered his earlier question.

"In my defense, my humor has always been mean. If not at least a little rude." I said quickly. He lifted his head up in an, old fashioned, understanding manner while murmuring a light 'Ah.'. Though, I guess it's not all that old fashioned. Just not necessarily a new fashion.

"You're question?" I asked again leaning near him. Regaining his attention, he turned towards me. There was only two inches separating our faces. Were he breathing I would have felt his cool breath on my lips. His beautiful red eyes stared into mine. Too much attention. Attention overload. Warning. Warning. Blush rising. He gave a single airy chuckle, looking quiet pleased with himself. More blushing. Damn it.

"What?" I asked sounding annoyed. He leaned closer, I leaned further away. He smiled. "What?" Closer, further. "What?" I warned, my embarrassed face not matching up with my threatening tone. He smiled wider, like a child who had found a new game to play with his brand new toy. Closer, further. Not only is hurting my back, but I can practically feel his body-heat radiating off his skin. Or would it be his body-freeze? I stepped away from the balcony edge, straightening my back, and brushed off my dress-shirt. In a failed attempt to hide my blush, that we both undoubtably knew was there. Gregory stood up straight looking kind of disappointed, like he had wanted to keep playing.

"Not fair." He muttered," I hadn't even begun toying with you yet." Yet? YET! Good god, what did he mean yet? Hadn't he been messing with me almost all night? I stared straight at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He paused, then smirked.

"Is a mortal's vocabulary really so limited?" He asked, referring to my earlier using of that same phrase. But the way he said it bugged me. Like he thought he was 200 times better than me based off the fact that I was a mortal. I started walking back up to him, pissed.

"And just what are you implying?" I asked, changing up my words a little," That I'm-" Tripping. I'm tripping. I tripped. A stupid flippen stone was lifted out of place, and these stupid flippen wedges made it practically impossible to go 5 seconds without tripping. Oh, and guess what? I fell. Yea, but not on my face. No. I grabbed onto Gregory in an attempt to keep from falling. Yeah. . . happened so fast he hardly had time to wrap his arms around me and make me blush like a crazy frog once more. Yeah. My life ladies and gentlemen.

I looked up at him (even in these god damned wedges he was still taller than me), then pushed myself off him. I cleared my throat and mumbled a goodnight, as I reached for the knob of the broken glass door that lead to my bedroom. I felt a grab on my opposite hand. I turned back to find Gregory holding my hand in his. He brought it up to his lips, ready to kiss it. Then stopped and looked me dead in the eyes.

"Goodnight." The crimson spell of his eyes hit my soul before a smirk flashed across his features and I snatched my hand from his. Squeaking out another goodnight before rushing into my room and quickly running into my closet, flinging the door closed, and flicking the lights on. I leaned against the doorframe, much like earlier in the day, as though some vikings were about to knock it down. Good. GOD. That was... Just... Bah! I can't even explain! And the way his fangs just, ever so slightly, shone through his smirk. And his voice, the goodnight. And, oh, the smirk. Damn it! This guy's driving me off the deep end! Which is something I don't need any help with. Whatsoever.

I looked up and saw, through my mirror, that I was beat red. I walked over to my vanity and patted my cheeks a few times. It was time to cool down. I breathed in and out, in and out. Ok. Now I'm calm, and my color is returning to normal. I gave a heavy sigh. This day needs to end already. I zipped my boots off, and pulled my things out of my pockets before striping out of those clothes and putting my pajamas from earlier back on. I pulled the headband out of my hair and brushed it out. My feet hurt. Stupid wedges. I put my brush down, walked out the closet, and turned off the light. Walked into the bathroom, lights, teeth, the works. Then finally turned the light out and trudged over to my bed. I climbed on and crawled to the pillows. Once there I plopped down and pulled the covers over my head. Good god... I really should be more worried whether or not it's a trick to get my blood, in which case, he wins. By a long shot. But Gregory seemed more like the 'fight-y fight-y, bite-y bite-y' type of person-vampire-thing than the 'make-a-mortal-human-chick-thing-fall-in-love-with-me, then bite-y bite-y' type of person-vampire-thing. I mean, really? He was way too impatient for any of that bull-crap. Finally after I finished replaying my evening's events, some more than others, I was out in a matter of minutes.

End Chap Seven

Told you it was short... Don't kill me please! Why with me gone, who would write this fanfiction for you? Well, I'm sure a few would try and take over the story, but will it really be the same? REEEEEEEEALLY? Would you be able to live with the guilt? Huh? HUH? No. No you would not. So, MEH! (Ignore me I'm a hyper-typer... :3 )