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Summary, Rated, Warnings, Genres, Pairing and OC Profiles are in Chapter One if needed.
Disclaimer: StarlightAngel101, DOES NOT own Beyblade, and OCs that belong to any authors I mention along the chapters. StarlightAngel101 owns story plot, Jess (OC), and other OCs that belongs to me and mention along the chapters.
A legend to help out when reading….
"Hello" – Talking
Memories are to cherish forever. - Flashbacks
'Hello,' – Thinking, Announcements (on radio, PA, etc.)
"To be or Not To be," – Quotes (will appear at the beginning of chapters)
Any word that is in Italic – Empathize the word
God send me an angel, From the heavens above – Lyrics or a letter/note, e-mails, text messages, posters (Their BOLD AND ITALIC)
Chapter Eighteen: A Night To Remember
"Closer than before, they understand that they need each other."
'What has happened Brooklyn?' Jess thought, 'It's been several days since he has talk to me back at the library. I hope there's nothing bad to happen to him.'
Jess was staring at the view of her balcony, before she enters back into her room closing and locking the balcony sliding windows.
She sat on her tidied bed, where her cell phone was lying before her eyes. Picking up the cell phone she flips it open to see if there were any text messages from him, but it was the same as always for the past few days. Nothing…
Sighing at this, Jess got her bathrobe and a new change of clothes as she then headed to the bathroom, wanting to take a steamy warm shower to relax her in.
Not far from her apartment and on the roof of a tall building lay a silhouette figure under the moon. Brooklyn sat on the edge with one leg hanging while the other was bent with his arms wrapped around it, as he gaze at the building.
His bluish-green eyes were emotionless, but a serene of sadness was in him. Feeling ashamed of not to be able to spend time with her, but he had to do it for her protection.
He had lied to Boris that he had gotten rid of her, which he didn't and as a proof he had to bury her in front of Boris's eyes. Which however Boris didn't know that the one he buried was the one to just fill his stomach for the night.
He remember that it was raining out the night he found a decoy to be the one he told his secret and he had chosen her fate to kill her. Once he was done he informed Boris about it, and on the same rainy night, he buried the decoy in the dark, damp, cold ground in a cemetery that was untouched for years.
The thought of it made him felt queasy as he thought if Jess was being buried by him, and killed by him.
'Jess,' he said in his mind, 'I'm sorry for you to be at this state, but it's mainly for you own good. I don't want be to the one to choose you fate, I want you to live. I care for you.'
That's why he hadn't called her or meets her after Boris confronts him of telling of vampirism to someone, Jess, that was a human their prey. It was even a good thing that they didn't know her name for she would be G-O-N-E, gone if they knew.
At this rate, although it would fool them, he would feel the pain of her being worried and lonely, as him for he felt the same as before he had met Jess for the first time.
Brooklyn sat up as he stares at the apartment building once more before he left and went back, another night of being lonely.
Brooklyn's Dream
A door was facing Brooklyn, old wooden medieval door. There were no walls to support it, as he was in black darkness but it was facing him wanting for him to open it.
Somehow he didn't want to open the door but wanted to see what would be behind it and all.
He walks to the door, but before he had a chance to let his hand touch the wooden surface, the door seemed to open as if reading Brooklyn's mind.
The door open slowly and eventually open to reveal what's to believe is a church.
The room was with benches untouched and empty, there were candles lit to the altar of the church as a path to show Brooklyn to go there. The flames lit dull so it was hard to see what was soon ahead of him.
He walked silently to the altar, every step was slow and quiet walking on the red carpet. He then to a glimpse of the altar and saw someone on white, seemed to be a bride standing there in the altar alone.
When reaching the steps of the platform of the altar, the bride stood there doing nothing, her back facing his.
"Excuse me," Brooklyn said, "Who are you?"
A sudden tap on the bride's shoulder came from him, as at first she flinch but stop. She slowly turns around, and Brooklyn suddenly freak out for it was Ming-Ming in the bride dress.
"Brooklyn, you silly," Ming-Ming said, "I am to mate with you since Boris punishment for you was to arrange someone to mate with you. After all, you cause a human to know about this and now she has to die for it."
"No!" Brooklyn yelled, "I can't be."
Brooklyn hurried out of the church, passing every candle down the aisle. Each candle that he passes would lose its' flame making the church darker every inch of it.
He opens the doors that lead him to the church's hall hard, hoping to be back in the darkness that he appeared from…
…but he wasn't.
He was outside the stars glitter, but no moon came, there were hills with grass covered by the night's blanket. One hill got his attention, for what he saw up the hill was a cross.
Curiosity took over him as he hurried to the hill with the cross at the top, which seemed to be the highest of all hills.
Each step he hurried to the top, his steps on the wet, sweet-scent grass, but halfway through the hill he stops and his eyes widen into fear.
The cross was at the size to tie someone up which it did held someone into place. Ropes tied tight on the person's wrists and feet. Scars that seemed freshly made were shown on parts of the body not cover in a white knee-length sleeveless dress. The person was a female due to the dress she wore, her head hung low only seeing the dark-brown hair covering her face.
The cross was with hay and dried wood at the bottom where it stands, as Brooklyn couldn't believe that she'll be burn to death.
Suddenly Brooklyn saw the face of the girl, as she lifted her head to see crystal-blue eyes. The same eyes that he met for the first time; it was Jess.
"Help me," Jess whisper, "Please Brooklyn."
With the word of pain and despair, then a sudden spark was made and the red flames appear, forming a barrier between her and Brooklyn.
Brooklyn gaze at it in fear, for he knew Jess was going to die in the fire, just like what happened to a human girl a long time ago.
The screams of the innocent Elizabeth and the vampire's chants rang in his mind like bells-ding-ding- over and over again.
The sounds were something he couldn't stand of but most he couldn't stay there and see her die from it.
He hurried into the fire, not caring if the burning flames burn his pale skin, as long as Jess was out of there before it's too late.
He came in front of her, telling her, "Don't die Jess I'll get you out!"
He went to the ropes that tie her left wrist and with a snap the ropes were free, he went to the right wrist, seeing the flames lick his arms and hands but it was strange to see that it did not burn and scar. Nor his clothes caught the fire.
Managing to free both of her hands, she had her body to lean on his shoulders, so that he finally unties the ropes that kept her legs against the wooden cross. By the time her legs were free, she hung over shoulders and escaped the fire, before the cross was then burn swiftly.
Not far from the burning cross, Brooklyn gently lay Jess down beside a tree, as he first stare at her body seeing if there were new marks of burns or scars from the flames. There were a few on her legs and arms, but nothing more, thinking she must have survived from the fire of her death.
"Jess," he called her name, as he gently shook her on the shoulder.
He looks at the limp Jess, waiting for a movement or a sound from her…
…but neither came.
"Jess," his voice went on a mild panic.
'Please,' he begged in is mind, 'please, don't leave me.'
He then hurried to feel and hear the breath from her, leaning the side of his face near her small-parted mouth…No air was exhaling from her mouth. He hurried to then press his ear on her chest to hear and again feel the heartbeat to so if she was okay. He waited to hear it…yet it was the same. No heartbeat. No breathing.
Brooklyn moved from her chest, as he stares at her in pain and in sorrow. She was dead, not by the fire burning, but the fact that she has inhaled the smoke.
His eyes water from the fact that someone he cares for have died in front of his eyes. He was too late to save her from her death.
Soon, tears escape his eyes, resting his head on her chest once more, crying in mourning of her past away.
"This is my fault! I'm sorry Jess! I'm sorry!"
…Eventually he was in the black pit less darkness…
"Brooklyn is you okay?"
His eyes stirred for a moment, before opening his eyes. Blinking at first he couldn't know the person in front of him at first but after seconds his vision clear to see the dark-brown hair, the crystal blue eyes, and the fair skin tone, no scars in sight.
"Jess."
He got up and sat with his legs sticking out, meaning he was lying on the ground, and look at his scenery.
He and Jess were at the beach, and it was the same beach he had met her the first time. The waves of the ocean were crashing calmly on the sandy surface. It was night time making the ocean look endlessly deep.
"You were asleep Brooklyn," she said, "At least you need it after you had been through saving me three times."
"Three times?" he asked in curiosity, "I thought I save you once and that was from those thugs."
Jess turn around to face him and told him, "You'll have to wait and see."
With those words said she smile showing her teeth, but then Brooklyn notice something that he got spooked, a fang appeared as it glistens like a star in the sky.
End Of Brooklyn's Dream
Brooklyn's eyes shot wide was he quickly sat up from the futon he slept, panting for breath.
Realizing where he is, he calms down taking deep breaths.
'What a nightmare I had,' he thought.
He quickly got out of bed and check his cell phone to see the time; 6:33pm.
He then remembers the flashback of him and Jess exchanging phone numbers on the first day they have met.
"I can give you my cell phone number, so, you can talk to me, as you can give the same to me," he replied, as he handed his phone to her.
"Sure, okay," Jess answered, taking his phone, to add her cell phone number in it.
Finishing pressing the numbers, she handed his cell over to him, along with her cell as she got it from her handbag to give it to him, so he can put his cell number in it.
Brooklyn returns her cell-phone, as she put back in her bag.
"I'll call you, later," Brooklyn said.
"Alright then, it's nice seeing you, Brooklyn, see you later."
Along with that memory, more came tumbling down his mind, all of them were memories of her and him.
Brooklyn with one hand reached out, to make contact with Jess's hand, which was on her lap at the time she has chatted.
"Jess, you are certainly an amazing girl. No, you not a girl, but a lovely young woman, who should have a guy to be with you whenever you needed. All I can say is that I hope that you'll find the one who can be with you and give unconditional love."
He softly tightens his grip on her hand, and Jess stare at his eyes. His eyes were telling the truth, and with that she smile.
"Thank you Brooklyn," she said, "But you know, depending on how this night goes we may be able to date again."
And of course the first date became a few more dates…
…And eventually she then knows his true life as a vampire.
"I am not alive, nor dead. I am the damned, the one who hunts in the night to drink the life source of human blood. My life is blessed and cursed for I am what people call leeches, bloodsuckers…I'm a vampire.
"Jess I'm sorry to put you through this, but I want to protect you and myself from this. I shouldn't deserve someone such as you…"
His hands ball into fists resting on his knees, for he was sitting on the couch next to Jess.
"I'm a monster."
The words that she said at night were then repeated in his mind.
"No monster, even if he drinks blood have a heart of pure gold," she said her voice calm. Her hand that was on his cheek went to brush a few strands of his hair saying, "But you Brooklyn aren't one. Although you killed people to live, you haven't killed me for I am here."
The thoughts of these memories flooding him, made him wonder was his dream telling him something?
It came to his mind then, that all this time from the first meeting, the dates, his confession and saving her; he done this because he cares her too much and he had made her feel safe and happy. Now since he was trying to save her life by avoiding him; he feels responsible for causing her to feel sad, and he couldn't stand her being upset or even worse him being away from her.
He cared for her.
'I can't let Jess take this any longer. I don't care about Boris, Blood Trillium or the fact I am a vampire! I only care for Jess and to be happy, and I will be with her…no matter the costs to myself.'
It was dark and the middle of the night for Jess, as she slumbers on her bed, tossing and turning from her dreams she slept in her mind. It was been like this for about a few days, and it was to her belief that it was thinking of Brooklyn too much. Yet every time she stops thinking about him, she begins to worry more.
She turn to one side on the bed, but she eventually woken up as she open her eyes to gaze at on the walls of her room; not facing the balcony. But something had caught her eyes…something she never saw when she went to sleep several hours ago.
Sliding the blankets off of her she got out of her bed, and walked toward the wall barefooted, till it became clear.
It was an envelope. Taped to the wall and had her name written on it.
She reached for the envelope, pulling it out of the wall, as she stares at it front and back.
'Who could have sent me this?' Jess thought, 'I just hope it's one of Aya's or Anna's pranks.'
She looked at the time on her alarm clock seeing it was 2:17am. She didn't care about the time; all she cared of is who sent the letter, and what it's going to be.
Tearing the envelope, she notices a beige colour paper folded into it. Reaching out to the paper inside, she head to her bed and sat along the edge. With it out of the envelope, she dropped the torn envelope beside her, as she unfolded the paper to see writing in black calligraphy ink.
She read the first few sentences, but her facial expression of curiosity change to surprise and sadness of joy. She read the beginning again to see every word, wrote in ink that someone she knew wrote.
I am sorry for not being able to see you the day after we met at the library, nor the many days after that. I had to avoid you because they knew about me telling my secret to you; though they don't know who you are, but a human girl. I did it to protect you because I care for your safety. But you feeling worried about me and feeling sad are my entire fault. With you sad, I feel sad. No matter how much I stop thinking about you; in order to protect you, I can't. I care too much to forget you.
I am sorry…
Brooklyn
If you forgive me for what I have done, go out to the balcony by the time you read this sentence.
Jess places the letter aside as she hurried to the balcony sliding doors. She open the lavender curtains wide; for it was covering the moon's light to shine in her window to see what was or who was in the balcony.
Her eyes were then forming tears of relief and hope once again. Happiness came to her face. For what her crystal-blue eyes saw in front of her; on the edge of the balcony sat Brooklyn with his arms crossed and his expression on his face show he long to see her once again.
Only the glass doors leading to the balcony outside can decide if she forgave him, for what he has done or not.
Her decision was made…
She open the glass doors of the balcony, and ignoring the fact it was open, she hurried to Brooklyn as he stand up and took a few steps from the railing. Once again, both Brooklyn and Jess embraced in a hug for the first time since Brooklyn tried to keep his distance from her to protect her.
She nuzzles into his chest, tears shedding in her eyes for joy to see him. It was the same for Brooklyn as he held her tight, never wanting to let go.
"Brooklyn," she voice wavered as she cry, "I miss you so much."
"Jess, I am sorry to put you through that," he answered, his lips on her head, giving her a light kiss.
"Don't worry about it, as least you have said your apology and I forgive you."
Jess manages to stop crying but she was in bliss of being hugged by him.
"All I care about is to be with you right now for this moment."
Both stood in the silence, feeling the moment of being one once again, and being happy to be in each other's presence.
"Jess, I want to see you again, but I can't let my clan go suspicious about me," Brooklyn whisper to her, "Is there a possibility that I can see you soon, and then go out a few times a week to start it low?"
Jess thought for a minute, thinking what should be a good day to go out with Brooklyn, and then she thought an idea.
"Saturday night, I have not a lot of plans made, even for the night," she replied, "My roommates are going out that night, so, I was wondering if you want to come over and watch a movie with me? At least no one will know, and we can spend being together at last."
"That's sounds like a date, what time?"
"How about 7:30pm?"
"I'll be there, any way I have to leave, but I'll see you Saturday."
Brooklyn then kiss her forehead, but before he place his foot on the railing, he turn to face to Jess and he said, "Jess, do you forgive me for what I did to you?"
"Brooklyn, I wouldn't be with you right now if I haven't left my room."
"True…"
Brooklyn then stood up on the railing without anything to hold on, and with good balance.
"Good night."
"Farewell Brooklyn."
With the exchange of words of farewell Brooklyn then jumped down from the balcony of the apartment building gone in sight.
Saturday Night…8:03pm
Jess got some things prepared for their home-movie date in her living room. She got a text message from Brooklyn saying that he was going out to hunt and might be late to come at the exact time recommended.
At least Jess used the time well to hurry and get rented some movies, along with getting a few snacks and cans of soda; for she knew Brooklyn could drink simple liquids, and couldn't eat solid food.
She checked the movies she rented, reading each of the summaries and seeing the title of them; Anacondas: The Hunt for the Blood Orchid, A Cinderella Story, The Day After Tomorrow, and The Notebook.
She didn't know what Brooklyn would like to watch but she thought with those movies he can figure out what they should watch.
Jess went to check the mirror in her room to see if she was wearing seemed fine. Wearing jeans that hugged her legs and a purple spaghetti-strap top fitting her curves as well.
It was then that she felt a sudden breeze of the night's wind against her skin. She faces to see the balcony for which it was the only window and way to go outside and look at the view.
The sliding doors were open, but the only problem was she didn't open the windows at all this night.
She went to the balcony to close the sliding doors and locking it. Feeling that there was something was here in the apartment.
Walking out of her room, she returned to the living room to see that everything seemed the same. So how did the balcony open with no one around?
"I see you are trying to find out what or who managed to open the balcony doors," said a voice, sounding familiar to her.
Jess turn around to see who was behind her to see no one. Then a tap one her shoulders made her to turn back where she faced to see Brooklyn. Her expression went calm, yet a little tick that he did that trick on her.
"I thought it was fun to fool with you around, but I needed a way to get in for what happened," he told her.
She didn't get at first what he meant by that last part, but when she looked at Brooklyn it was then she knew what he means.
Brooklyn; was wearing dark-blue jeans, and a matching t-shirt that fits his torso but the shirt wasn't clean or brand new at all.
His shirt was covered in dirt and blood, and it was torn out. There were small holes in the front and back of his shirt, also on the back of his shirt; there was a rip that went down just pass his shoulder blades, but Jess didn't know about it since she was facing him at the front.
"What happened?" she asked, curiously.
"Let's just say, during my hunting I got in a fight with another vampire, and this is what has happened in the end," Brooklyn replied, as he stretch his arms out to see the damaged shirt.
Jess stare at the shirt, for a moment thinking that with that shirt he can't be able to go out without anybody knowing what happened, and boy if they saw him they judge him like a book and call him a murderer. Even though he had a reason to kill; he kills to survive by drinking the human's essence of blood.
"How about if I clean and sew your shirt," Jess suggested, but it was more if she was volunteering to do it for him.
Brooklyn gazes at her eyes seeing she was serious of her offer.
"Don't worry about it, Jess," Brooklyn answered, "its okay, no one haven't saw me, and they'll never know about it."
Jess simply shook her head a no, then said, "Come on Brooklyn just let me wash it for you."
She headed to Brooklyn trying to get near to him and the shirt. Somehow along her walking she loss her foot balance and tripped as she fell forward towards Brooklyn. Her fingers stretch out to hang on Brooklyn's collar of his shirt. The collar sudden made a rip just past Brooklyn's collarbone, but not all the way down. It was then that Brooklyn was pull down because of Jess hanging on to the collar, so he was then falling towards her, as she was hang on and fell down with her back heading to the floor.
Thud…
It felt like minutes have past between Brooklyn and Jess as both of them ended on the floor, for it had been a few seconds.
Brooklyn was on top of Jess, his arms were between Jess, their leg somewhat tangle together. Their lips were inches apart and they both felt each other's breaths.
Jess was the one to be blushing some pink on her cheeks. The feeling of the awkwardness was what she felt.
But she then got redder, as she have notice that the shirt somehow manage to fall down, but not completely to see Brooklyn's flesh. His chest was muscular, as if he was a god, and was damn gorgeous.
'Cheese n' rice,' Jess thought, 'He's breath taking.'
It was then that Brooklyn was the first to get up from the floor and to get off on Jess, for she stay there shocked and blushing. Once he was on his feet, he reach out his hand to Jess, and she looked at his hand at first, but reach her hand to touch his cool hand and he pull her up to stand up to her feet.
She stares at Brooklyn for a minute before she remembers seeing his chest revealed by the shirt. Jess turn around her back facing his so he wouldn't be able to see her blush as red as a tomato or worse a stop sign.
Brooklyn stares at her in curiosity wondering why he turns around for.
It was then that Brooklyn looks down to see his shirt not covering his torso. He smirked at this; maybe that's why she had turn around.
For a tease, Brooklyn got his hands to touch the hem of the shirt, and pull it off over his head so his chest was completely exposed.
With the shirt that was worn, he stretch out his arm so Jess was able to see his hand holding the shirt. Along with that he lean in so his hair touch hers, as his mouth lean to her ear indicating he wanted to tell her something.
"Here," he said, "You volunteer to wash it for me, so I want to say thanks for that. By the way, you look too cute when you blush."
Those words he said to her made her blush more thank ever. Grabbing the shirt, she hurried to the laundry room, but later came with a new t-shirt, a large grey t-shirt and gave it to Brooklyn before hurrying back to the laundry room again.
Brooklyn stares at the shirt, but he knew he made Jess felt embarrassed to let him see her blush madly. He was satisfied with that, so, he put the shirt on. The shirt was a bit loose, but very comfy to him.
The sound coming from the laundry room indicated that Jess was cleaning his shirt. But this wasn't suppose to happen this way, he was here for a home-movie date with Jess.
He walks into the laundry room to see Jess placing some kind of liquid in the washing machine. Once she was done with it, she closes the lid, turn a knob, and press a button to start the washing.
With her not aware of his presence, he sneaked behind her and with out warning she jumped a bit as Brooklyn snaked his arms around her waist. With that he place his head on her shoulder and Jess wasn't sure what she had to do, but she felt the urge to blush and that's what she did.
Another silence fell on them, but Brooklyn turn her to face her so he can tell her something.
"You know we aren't here to wash my shirt," he said, "we are here to watch a movie as you planned, right?"
Jess couldn't believe she forgot about that, but nodded as a yes.
"So, let's go and watch the movie," he answered as he lean close to Jess's face, making her thinking he's going to kiss her. However, he gently kisses her cheek with his cool lips, pulling away, not letting go of her from his grip. He moved as well as Jess for she was in his grip, out of the laundry room, to watch the movie together.
10:42pm
They were watching another movie, as he was interested to stay a little while, due to his shirt was being fixed.
Brooklyn taking his eyes off the movie for the minute to see Jess sitting beside him on the couch, her eyes weren't on the movie, but the shirt.
The shirt was washed and dried, but now it needs sewing to take care of the holes and rips. Jess although didn't have a mother when she was young; that fact that her mom past away at the age of five, to sew clothing or teach her, she had a chance to learn how to sew. So, Jess was now sewing the shirt with a needle, and dark-blue thread to match the shirt, and several times she would glance at the movie before she continues to sew again.
Letting the needle with the thread attach to it, going through in and out of the shirt, to make the holes and rips back together, revealing the stitches pattern she had created.
"You certainly a good sewer," Brooklyn commented, "Now I know where to go when I have my shirts ripped."
Jess smile, thinking it was pretty funny.
"Better not do it every night," she said, "Don't forget that your clan would feel suspicious if you are out every night."
Several minutes have passed that Jess finished the last rip, and once she did she show it to Brooklyn of it.
"There you go, still in use to wear it."
Brooklyn took the shirt from her hands and places it beside him on the couch, "Thanks."
It was then that somehow Brooklyn, felt the urge to kiss her again, so, he does what all guys do.
Brooklyn softly places his hand on her shoulders, to gently push her down on the couch, which Jess's heart skip a beat. Her head gently lay on the cushions that were beside her, as Brooklyn carefully went on top of Jess, supporting his weight so it wouldn't hurt Jess.
Jess felt it was déjà vu all over again because it reminds her of the shirt incident that made him end up on top of her, but however there would be a huge difference between that and now.
'Is he going to kiss me?' Her thoughts asked the question that most common girls would ask if about to have their first kiss, since Jess never have been kiss before in her life.
It was then her thoughts were broken as she saw Brooklyn leaning in to her face, his lips inches, then centimeters apart. His lips were so close to her lips, their breath mingles together. His bluish-green eyes then look at Jess's crystal blue eyes for a moment, seeing her eyes play a role in curiosity, and nervousness, her cheeks were red for this moment of the closeness.
He broke apart from the eye gazing as he became to go down for the kiss…
CLIFFHANGER! CLIFFHANGER!
Did he kiss her? Or did something break it up? These questions will be answered soon in the next chapter of Our Bloody Memories.
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