REWRITE OF CHAPTER 5

"See you later!" I called, as I grabbed the toast from Ashton's plate.

"Don't forget dinner tonight!" Ashton shouted as I rushed out the door, and checked my watch. 8:20am. Not to late and not to early. After hanging out with Chase at the Halloween party, I couldn't wait to see him again. He was fun to hang out with, I knew today that I would be doing a photo shoot with him, and I was ok with that because I didn't have to do a photo shoot with Drew.

Once at work, I realised that they had changed the setting, instead of a bedroom there was a royal looking red loveseat in the middle, the walls painted black. It was empty if you asked me. I noticed at least 1 or 3 people adding in some small props in the background, such as a pillow or a painting.

"Ciara!" I looked to my left to see Cassie, skipping and dodging wires or random objects to get to me. Her red hair flying all over the place. Once she got over to me she started jabbering away. "Da hule pliins 'ave bin chiinged." She mumbled with the pen wedged between her lips.

I grabbed the pen out of her mouth, so I could understand her. "Say that again."

"The plans have been changed," She panted as she tried to sort the papers in her hands out. "For the photo shoot I mean. Chase can't come in for some reason and Dakota is busy, so you're going to have to do this photoshoot with Drew."

"What?" My jaw swung open, Drew? Damn. I was hoping to avoid him and his sick perverted ways. Bleh. That pig.

"You heard me the first time. Now. Go get dressed before I pull you by your hair to the dressing room." She said before running off, probably to get herself some coffee, she looked like she needed it.

I sighed and threw my head bag in annoyance. Get over it Ciara, you're acting like a whiny baby. I bit my lip and scrambled towards my dressing room. It's just a photoshoot. I placed my shoulder bag on to the dressing table (well more like threw it) and looked into the mirror.

This wasn't me, I always did photo shoots without complaining. Well...Those photoshoots didn't usually contain sexual touching but whatever.

Just get out there, and do it.

I walked out the dressing room, my arms wrapped around my dressing gown, my heels clicking against the floor. Gosh heels are so stupid. It's like whoever made them felt the need to make the presence of a woman known in them.

I spotted Drew, on the set, sorting out his white shirt. Hey! That's not fair! He's practically fully clothed and here I am, wearing practically nothing.

"5 minutes untill we start!" Some random person shouted through the crowd. I walked to the set, hoping I didn't trip over a wire. Damn someone should sort this out. Wires weren't very trustworthy, I remember when I had to do a shoot in heels when I first started modelling and I tripped over a wire landing flat on my face, thank god I didn't break my nose.

"Hey there," Drew smiled at me. Smiled? Wow, didn't think he even knew what one is. "Why do I always get the feeling like you're bitching about me in your head." He chuckled. Oh damn.

"I'm not, don't worry." I lied.

He mumbled a 'mmmhmm' before sitting down on the chair, I noticed he looked a little tired, his head dipped between his legs, his hands rubbing his face.

"Didn't get much sleep?" I questioned.

"No, not really I was helping out with Ch- my mum" I raised my eyebrow. Che my mum? Okay then...

"Oh." I said lamely, not knowing what else to say. A woman with golden blonde hair, her hand stretched out. I looked at it as if it might suddenly turn into a man-eating snail. The woman sighed annoyed.

"The dressing gown." She grumbled. Well someone didn't get their morning coffee today. I took of my dressing gown and she snatched it out of my hands. Ooooooohhh, little miss moody. She rolled it into a ball, aggressively. Dressing gown abuse!

I turned back around to look at Drew who was looking at me. I was wearing a black lacy bra which had a red rose in the middle, with black underwear. I suddenly felt self-conscious, I rubbed my left forearm, as if it had gotten chilly in here.

"Why do you feel so self-conscious?" Drew asked, tilting his head to the side.

"I...I'm just used to doing clothed photo shoots. Also I feel like I'm cheating on Ashton wearing underwear in front of other men." I admitted and continued to rub my arm.

"I don't like him."

"Ashton? Why? He's perfect, he's sweet and the best anyone could have, we never fight." The words left my mouth before I could think. Was I really admitting to Drew about how I felt about Ashton?

"' Nobody's perfect." Before I could reply, a man with ruffled brown hair, holding a camera came into view, shouting it was time to for the shoot. Where was the other photographer? I shrugged my shoulders, maybe he was busy as well. Geez everyone seemed to be busy today.

"Ok guys! I want you-" He pointed at me. "-to be laying on the sofa, and I want him to be standing behind, kneeling and leaning over to reach for her. Lets go, chop, chop!" Gosh, what is it with bossy photographers?

We got into a position and the man snapped the photo's. It went like that for an hour before we could have a break. Drew jumped from the set and went to his dressing room. Drew was acting odd throughout the photoshoot, we'd be talking and then he'd pause being careful with his words. I frowned in confusion.

"Ciara, darling could you please give this to Drew for me." I turned around to see Cassie shoving papers into my face. I took them and looked at Cassie, her hair was a mess and she had bags under her eyes. I rolled my eyes, she always over worked herself. I nodded, but she probably didn't see, and headed towards Drew's dressing room.

His dressing room didn't look any different from mine except that he didn't have the dressing table, instead he has rows of long mirrors along the wall. The walls where a light blue and there were racks of clothes, a soft blue navy sofa was wedged into the corner and a mini fridge placed on top of a long white table.

"Drew?" I called out, searching the room for him but he wasn't any where to be seen. I heard a noise from somewhere in the room, causing me to jump a mile and a half. Holy mother of god!

"Oh. It's you." I squealed and jumped back while spinning around to find Drew rubbing his neck.

"Yeah, me. Don't scare me like that again!" I hissed and shoved the papers in my hands at him. "Cassie wanted me to give you these's." He took them from my hands and frowned while reading through them.

I was about to leave but Drew stopped me. "Wait, I want to try something," He grabbed my shoulders and twirled me around so I was looking at him. He looked straight into my eyes and lowered down to my height. "Vampire." He whispered.

Huh? Whats he goin- Suddenly my eyes clouded over my white light and my head started pounding, like someone was hammering against my skull. Flashes of images came to my mind.

Me opening a cloakroom. Finding Dakota dead on the floor. Drew a vampire. Chase coming into the cloakroom. It all came flooding back. I whimper of fear escaped my lips. No, no, no, no, no.

I looked up at Drew. "You really are her." He mumbled and suddenly covered my mouth, knowing I was going to scream. "Please just calm down, I'm not going to hurt you, just please." He said in a rush.

I panted through my nose, trying to calm myself down. Drew was a vampire. Oh god, what if he wanted to suck my blood. Maybe I don't taste nice.

"Oh, you would taste nice." Drew mumbled into my ear. My eyes went wide and an unhuman sound was made in my throat. He-He can read minds?

He let go of my mouth and gulped for air. "A-what?-How?" I couldn't find my words. Surprisingly I wasn't freaking out like I was before.

"I made you forget."

"Why make me forget, if you're just going to make me unforget or whatever." I said frantically.

"Good point but I just wanted to see if it was true." He said, leaning back against the mirrors.

"What was true?" I asked, my eyes still wide, my breathing coming out in pants, standing in a stance as if waiting for his to attack me.

"Nothing." He mumbled and shook his head.

"If-If you're a vampire, then prove it." I said hoping I didn't sound scared, when in fact I was about ready to run out the door like an animated cartoon.

Drew opened his mouth and suddenly his two canines started elongating into sharp pointy fangs. I suddenly grew fascinated by it and stepped forward. My legs were obviously screaming the opposite from my brain, which was screaming 'get the fuck out of there'.

I reached my hand forward, I swear it was like someone else was controlling me. Drew's mouth was still open, looking at me with awe. I stepped closer and my hand reached to touch his fang, they were sharp, luckily the fang didn't pierce into my skin.

"Does it hurt?" I asked taking back my hand.

"When they grow? No, it doesn't. It feels natural." He mumbled between his fangs.

I stepped even closer, our faces almost touching. Drew's breathing suddenly hitched and his eyes went wide. Again I reached for his fang, they were so strange, but they looked right on Drew, like they were apart of him.

And the Drew's lips attached to mine. It was only quick and rushed, I jumped back with shock.

"What are you doing?" I yelled and wiped my mouth with the back of my hands.

"What?" It was like Drew suddenly came out of a trance he had been trapped in. "Did I just kiss you? Oh my gosh. No!" He also wiped his lips with the back of his hands. "Why did I do that? Oh my god!" He went over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. "I'm infected with your bitchiness!"

"Don't ever do that again!" I shouted and left the room. As a left everything came crashing down on me. Drew's a vampire. I felt sick in the stomach. I rushed to my dressing room and got changed before rushing out of the studio. I was NOT going to be doing anymore work today.

I sat in my car and pulled out my phone. I needed someone to explain this to me, clear and simple. I knew just the right person.

I knocked on the door to be greeted by an extremely sick looking Chase. His skin looked pale and sweaty, his eyes tired, his hair all over the place. He literally looked like he was about to drop dead and die. Chase had given me his number at the Halloween party, so I called him and asked if I could come see him.

"Hey." He coughed, supporting himself on the door frame.

"What are you doing out of bed?" I hissed and gently grabbed his shoulder, I went inside his house, I located a sofa in the lounge after some struggles. "I shouldn't have come, I didn't realise you were this sick." I said and chewed on my lip while placing him down. I looked around the room, dark green colour was splashed across the walls, a TV sat in front of the sofa, with a soft brown table. Photo's lined the wall's. I couldn't see much from where I was sitting, but I could make out small and large figures in the photo's, all smiling.

"It's ok, I don't mind. Kind of sucks to be lonely in this house, having a pretty girl over is always a great way to cheer someone up." He joked and wrapped a blanket around himself. I noticed a white bandage across his chest, the bandage was slightly soaked through with blood.

"Jesus!" I reached forward and pushed the blanket out of the way so I could see the bandage "What happened?" I gasped, and looked up at Chase with concern.

"It's nothing." He mumbled and I glared at him. Nothing, my ass.

"I know Drew's a vampire, you might as well just tell me. Are you involved with some drug dealer? Or were you attacked by Drew?"

"No, don't worry," He chuckled. He winced as he was trying to lay down. "I don't want to talk about it, ok?"

"At least let me, get you a new bandage?" I suggested.

"No, Ciara, just leave it." He growled, his eyebrows creasing together in a frown. I knew no matter how many times I asked he wouldn't say anything to me, because I had the feeling he was stubborn.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, I didn't have time to wash of my make up, so I still had heavy dark make up on my face. I probably looked like an idiot.

"Will you um...Tell me what's going on?" I mumbled. On the table I spotted a damp cloth, Chase must have been using it, I reached for it and decided to dab the sweat of his forehead. He smiled at me.

"I might as well get straight to the point. Drew's a vampire and I'm a werewolf. Yes the supernatural are real and I must say you are taking this pretty calmly considering you practically had a heart attack last time." I blushed, well I guess the scene was a bit over dramatic."Dakota is like a zombie, she's half dead which means she can die but she just comes straight back. People like her are usually used by vampires for food. Yes I mean blood. Yes me and Drew are immortal. Anything else?"

I gulped, absorbing the information as much as I could. "A werewolf? Like full moon and stuff?"

"A werewolf, yes. Except we can turn into a werewolf when ever we want but on the full moon there is a special ceremony, which I'm not going to talk about because its werewolf stuff, no humans allowed." He smiled a little and snuggled closer into the sofa.

"Wow." I said. Chase chuckled, and looked up at me.

"Were you...bitten?" I asked, leaning in closer to Chase with curiosity.

He laughed lightly, but winced. "That rarely happens, bitten werewolf's usually end up going crazy, humans can't handle a bit." I sat there staring at him in awe, and slightly in fear.

"So, you were born?" I asked, still dabbing the damp cloth on his forehead.

"Yup, I have a mum and dad just like you." He shrugged lightly.

"And..and Dakota, what do you mean zombie?"

"I don't know much but you'll have to ask Dakota," He tilted his head to the side and brushed away a stray piece of hair from my face.

"I thought werewolf's and vampire's hated each other?" I questioned.

"They do, it's a pain in the ass working with Drew. You have no idea how many time's I just want to rip his head off." He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, his fingers roughly scratching his scalp.

I paused for a moment taking all the information in, I was taking this new's more seriously then before, but I might have been more dramatic because I was drunk.

"I thought werewolf's were immortal..." I trailed of in thought.

"It depends, I don't really want to get into the confusing stuff right now. Now, would you like to watch some TV?" I chuckled at Chase, typical guy.

We watched TV for awhile before Chase had started to groan in pain. Clutching his stomach, I sat bolt up. "Chase, what's wrong?" I gasped in fear, I was no doctor.

"My..My..In the kitchen..." He moaned struggling for words.

"What? What's in your kitchen?" I panicked, my hands darting all over the place.

"Counter...A silver tube...Get it for me." He gasped in pain. I jumped up from my place and ran to the kitchen (which wasn't hard to find). I saw a strange shining silver tube laying on top of a marble counter, I reached forward and grasped it in my hand before running back to Chase.

"Here." I pasted it to him quickly, what if I picked up the wrong thing? Chase uncapped the silver tube and squeeze a weird looking liquid into his mouth, he took to gulps, before his breathing went back to normal. I let out a gasp of relief. Chase breathed heavily before looking at me and smiling and giving me a thumbs up.

"You idiot, you gave me a heart attack!" I yelped at him.

"Well that wouldn't had been very helpful, when I'm in great need of your help." He said sarcastically.

"What, what was that?" I asked and stroked his forehead.

"Nothing." He shook my hand from his forehead, causing me to frown.

"By fuck that was nothing." I glared at him, and he sighed.

"I said, I don't want to talk about it." He growled his eye's twisting a funny colour. I gulped before leaning away. "I'm sorry," He mumbled until turning back to the TV.

I stayed at Chase's until 9pm, I was worried something bad would happen again to him if I left. He didn't mind my company and gladly nothing bad happened. The awkwardness of my curiousness, slowly washed away and eventually we were talking and joking again.

Shit, shit, shit.

I unlocked my apartment door, in a hurry, hoping that either Ashton was asleep, or wasn't there. I scrambled inside the apartment and flicked on the light only to find Ashton sitting at the dinning room table. A burnt out candle sitting in the middle, and a posh dinner lay out. I mentally kicked myself, for forgetting our dinner.

"I am so sorry." I said, I rushed over to him and tried to embrace him in a hug, but he only flinched away from my touch.

"Where were you?" He looked up at me, a beer bottle in his hand.

"I was...Out." I said lamely. I was a terrible liar, and he knew that as well.

"Right, cause I'm going to believe that." He rolled his eyes and took a swig from his beer.

"I really am sorry!" I crouched down in front of him. Guilt washed over me.

He sighed and rubbed his face. "Are you going to tell me where you were?"

"Hanging with friends." I don't know why I was lying but it wasn't helping the situation.

"Just tell me!" I jumped back from his outburst, Ashton never shouted at me. He was always calm. My eyes went wide in shock and fear. My eye's blurring with tears.

"I sorry I forgot, it was just such a busy day." I mumbled and lowered my head down to look at the floor.

Suddenly Ashton got up, placing his beer bottle on the table and walking over to me before crouching down and gulping me with his strong arms.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout." His whispered in my ear. He snuggled his face into my next and I squeezed my arms around him. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry." He repeated again and again, gently into my ear, his voice laced with guilt. "I'm so, so, so sorry. I just...I thought you were out with those to men. I just thought..." He trailed off before stroking the back of my head.

"I would never cheat, if that's what you're worried about. I love you." I pulled my head back to look at his face, my hand gently stroking his cheek.

"I love you too." He whispered and leaned forward for a kiss, gently touching my lips with care.

So yes, I re-wrote this chapter because it was terrible. I hope this is much better, then the last time. I also changed the summary because I felt it needed a new one. Again I hoped you liked this one and hopefully you'll get another chapter next week? or maybe next month? haha.

SO WHO DO YOU SHIP (want to be together, it's a term people use of tumblr) CHASE AND CIARA? OR DREW AND CIARA?

Review reply's (chapter 4 and old chapter 5):

IvoryPhoenix19: OOPS SORRY! MAYBE I COULD BUY YOU SOME HAIR DYE? I can't tell you anything, everything is already planned ;) Don't worry I know how you feel, cliche = booooring. I know Chase probably seems like the sweet guys but in a couple of chapters that's all going to change.

Avery Collins: Thank you! Oh! that's a bit mean, come on someone has to like him, sooner or later.

Vampire-Girl458: BLAH BLAH BLAH ALREADY DISCUSSED THIS, AND NO GIVING AWAY SPOILERS NOW YOU KNOW THE PLOT.

purple halo: Holy cheeder cheese ;) Hope you liked it. Well we actually don't know if Chase is okay yet, he didn't even say anything! Maybe he's actually worse then he thinks, maybe it's just a cold thing and will be gone in a day, you never know. (Chapter 5) or this could be my way of getting rid of Ashton so he isn't in the way of Chase and Drew?

sophie: thank you! Glad you like it :3

alistarsmusic: Yay, someone finally likes Ashton a bit, but I have a feeling he won't be so liked in this chapter. Does Drew have a spot now? I'm going to at least give Chase one chapter for him and one Chapter for Drew. Sorry for the late update, Chapter 6 coming soon I promise! (Chapter 5 review) Maybe this is my way of getting rid of Ashton? You were shocked? what did you think Chase really was? Drew might have just kissed her because he was curious? OR CIARA MIGHT HAVE BEEN IN AWE BECAUSE OF HIS SEXY VAMPIRE MOJO ;) Because I like your reviews the most I'll give you a sneak peek (There's going to be a new character in the next chapter, and he seems a bit suspicious, if you know what i mean)

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