Summary, Rated, Warnings, Genres, Pairing and OC Profiles are in Chapter One if needed.

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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

Chapter Twenty-six:

 Discovery

"Discovery can be proclaimed as a moment of joy and celebration of something new… But there are discoveries that can lead to tragedy and darkness, and has consequences."

Morgan scans the two lists, in which a few months from now, she must make a decision that impacts to the female vampires. The two lists consist of all of the females, who are old enough in their vampire years to be eligible to become her apprentice.

It was one of the few rules that was made young than all of the rules that were passed down for a thousands years since Kouichi's commitment of creating a vampire community hidden under the human world. Ever since the sudden death of the previous female leader, it is accustom to choose a successor. Yet, until the leader of the female vampires past on, the future leader must follow the rules and expectations of becoming one.

This was a frustration to her, because she has seen all of the vampires of Blood Trillium and Black Rose, and she felt all of them were the same. All were power-hungry to become her apprentice.

"You know you have to choose… no matter their motive or who they are," said a male voice.

Morgan turns to see her mate, Voltaire, elder of the Black Rose.

"I am aware of that, but these girls don't have the potential to know the values and duties of being even an apprentice."

"But don't forget it's now part of the rules to choose one who have experience many years of being a vampire, as well knows music and dance."

"Of course…"

"Don't forget that you have a few months, and there could be possibilities that you may found a female suitable for this opportunity… it that understood?"

"Yes," she responded.

"Good. Now if you excuse me, I'll be heading to the throne room to see how my clan is developing…"

Voltaire headed out of the room that she and he rest during the day. Closing the paper-doors behind him, Morgan went back to the lists. She thought for a moment of what Voltaire had told her, with her decision she decides to not think about it for a while.

'Maybe he's right…' she thought, 'If I leave it alone for a while, and see how the females are doing, I may be able to find out who is wise and reliable enough to take this major role for the clans of Japan…'

At Blood Trillium, Boris was currently working on some papers in his study room. It was almost the same thing he had always been doing when ever there's no competitions, celebrations, or bored out of his mind to observe his clan growing stronger than ever.

Winter in Japan was going to an end and then spring would finally arrived, something Boris didn't like. The long darks days of hunting will be gone till next year, and the overcast of cloudy periods almost everyday will be gone.

His thoughts were interrupted by a few knocks at the door.

"Come in," he called.

The door was opened to reveal one of his many good-rank vampires.

"Sir, I come in with some news," he said.

"And what is the news you have?" Boris demanded.

"That one of the male has committed suicide. We've had a feeling about it after his room was all clean and he was gone for over a few days."

"Who is the one to be killed?"

"The youngest of the male vampires…"

No signs of sympathy, or even sorrow for a loss cam upon Boris' face.

"Oh well, as long at it isn't someone well known here… besides we can be able to replace him with some human willing to have immortality. So, off you go."

"Yes Boris."

Winter's final snowflakes were falling down gently, as for the cold wasn't going to warm up for a little longer. For Jess, she didn't stop to admire the moment, because she was looking for Jylz. She was searching for him, and for so long she was starting to worry.

'This isn't normal for Jylz not showing up,' she thought, 'I need to find him to know if he's okay.'

Jess quickly paces her walking, to running, trying to figure out where Jylz could be.

Going from one place to the next… Heading to the docks of the icy waters of the beach, she observes the scenery hoping to find a silhouette, or anything that could be a sign Jylz was here.

"JYLZ!" she called out. Her voice echoing the area, she waited for a response.

One second…

…Two seconds…

…Three seconds…

There wasn't a voice that replied back to her. Jylz wasn't here.

She then hurries to the next place where she may be able to see him, the park.

Some people were still awake at this hour, 1 AM in the morning. Some were walking drunk from parties or bars that were closing for the night. But she didn't care of the people around her; all she cares about is her friend.

Within a few minutes, she arrived at the park. Cover in blankets of winter's white snow, the park was empty, but it didn't help her much. There were footprints everywhere, many were children, others were adults and she couldn't tell whether Jylz came to this place or not.

Not giving up on her search, she walks in the park, her footsteps crunching in the snow. Her footprints trailed along with hundreds of people who come here to play in the winter time.

"Jylz," she called, out once more. She waits for a reply or a sign, as she continues to walk around the park. "Where are you?!"

No one answered.

There wasn't any point in going to some of the shops, or the arcades that she and Jylz hang out, seeing the latest games, items and having fun till they closed. With a defeating sigh, she gave up searching for him, and head back to Blood Trillium.

'Maybe he's sick and didn't show up,' she guessed, 'Or he haven't had a chance to tell me he wasn't going to come at all. After all he's been absent for a few days now…'

The paper doors to her room slid open, as Jess enters in, closing the paper doors behind her. Everything seemed to be where it should be.

Jess went to her little closet, to remove her white, knee-length jacket and put it there till when she needs it.

Her room would have been the cleanest room ever, if it weren't for her tidying the futons. The covers messed up and her pajamas scattered on the bed.

But something has caught her eyes, and it was something she didn't see before.

Jess took a few steps to the futon, bent down and picked up a white envelope from underneath the bed. She looked at it front and back and notice it showed her name only.

Curious of what the envelope contains, Jess tears the edge of the envelope. Taking a peek at it, it was covering a piece of paper; a letter, she thought.

With her index finger and her thumb, she pulls out the paper in the envelope and drops the opened envelope on the floor. The paper was beige, and folded, so, Jess unfolds the paper to know instantly it was a letter.

'It's from Jylz…' she thought.

She reads what Jylz has written to her about, as she thought it was a long apology letter for him not to be able to show up tonight. But every word that she read, her expression went dramatically. She shook her head, it couldn't be true. Tears begin to for her eyes, till to the end of the letter that she couldn't stand, his final good-bye to her.

"No…No!!!" she cried.

She collapses on her bed, letting go of the letter. The letter fell to the floor gracefully, but she didn't care. She laid on the futon, crying and sobbing, letting the tears of losing a friend escape her crystal-blue eyes.

She couldn't believe it…

Jylz is gone; he had committed suicide.

"Why have he done it?! He's the only friend I ever had in this crummy place; he's the only one that notices me as being a person… Not a fledgling!"

Tears continue to fall down, and wet her pillow, but she didn't care. She lost a true friend…

Brooklyn observes the scenery of the lounger room, from the second floor catwalk, leaning on the rail. Looking for his love, Jess, a petite brunette; seeing her somewhere in the crowd of vampires. He was starting to worry about her since he hasn't seen her for a few days.

'She has to be here,' he thought, 'I need to keep searching.'

He hurried down the stairs, trying to figure out where she could be. He knew for sure she wouldn't be in the throne room since the other male vampires are training defense in there. Then his eyes glance at the hallway that leads to the girls' dorm.

It could be a possibility that she is still in there, but he wasn't allowed to go in for reasons of privacy for the females. But incase if he isn't sure of Jess's whereabouts then it would a desperate measure to sneak in that she is okay and fine.

He quickly headed outside of Blood Trillium. The cold air hitting his face, he walked around the block to see if Jess, must have needed some fresh air.

He walked a few steps till, second thoughts came upon him. Even if she went outside, then it would be even harder to find her. He wasn't sure where Jess would be at a time like this, or what she does outside of Blood Trillium.

A little, small sound then caught his ears. His ears perked up to listen carefully of this quiet noise. There was crying, sobbing that was pitch, and a voice that kept repeating the same words over and over again…

Why?

Why?!

He took a few steps forward and backwards to know where the source of the noise came from, and who is crying. It was then that Brooklyn got an idea where the voice came from, in the outdoor garden of Blood Trillium. He hurried to the walls where the garden would be, as the person in sorrow continued to weep, louder as he got closer, till he recognized the voice.

'That's Jess,' he thought, 'why is she crying?'

He climbed the wall of the garden, till he reached the top and sat on the edge of the wall. The view of the garden was plain and dead. Snow mostly covered the ground, but the plants that would create a forbidden beauty in Blood Trillium were long gone. What were left of it were brown, frozen, dead leaves and stems standing out from the soil ground.

Brooklyn's eyes scanned the dead garden of Blood Trillium, till he caught his eyes on a small figure sitting on a grey stone bench. A small garden of dead plants was behind the bench. He knew it was Jess from her voice and her sorrow.

She, in her white knee-length jacket, had her hands covering her face, sobbing and crying. Crystal salt tears, escaping her eyes, and letting it roll down her cheeks, dropping into the white snow becoming small ice on its surface.

Hoping down from the walls and into the garden, he walks towards Jess, and his feet made crunching sounds to the forbidden snow of the garden. Jess wasn't aware of Brooklyn coming towards her since she was distracted by her own waterworks.

But a sound of a loud crunch in the snow, caused Jess to pull her head back, and looked to see Brooklyn standing beside her. She tried to wiped the falling tears away, trying to show she was fine, but her face; her expression and in pain and sadness.

"Jess," he said softly, "What's wrong?"

She opened her mouth, but quickly closed it; she didn't dare to say those words to him. The truth would be even more real after receiving the letter of Jylz's final words. It would been a defeat to her that it isn't real, that Jylz's letter didn't mean nothing, but in her heart it was the full truth and it did happened.

Her tears came down to her cheek like rain, she couldn't be able to let Brooklyn see her like this. She quickly covered her face and bend down crying.

Brooklyn immediately, bends down to his knees, his hands gently touching her shoulders. Trying to get close her to know he was here with her.

"What happened? Please tell me…"

She didn't respond to him…she kept weeping her eyes out.

"Jess, please tell me," his voice was bold and loud. Demanding for her to answer his words, yet she still didn't say anything.

"Tell me!"

Jess then collapsed into his chest, crying miserably and sobbing. Brooklyn was shock of her reaction to be held close to him. Brooklyn wraps his arms around Jess, and he smooths her back gently, trying to comfort her.

"He's dead," she answered.

He was surprised, and yet confused.

"Who died?" he asked softly.

Jess choked, trying to say his answer with tears to fall down her cheeks.

"J-J-Jylz… He committed s-suicide…"

Brooklyn became shock of the news, she had said.

The next words, Jess have said was calm and no longer shaking, striving to make sense.

"There was a letter in my room, and he explains that he couldn't take it anymore. That death was his option to end his years of pain and misery. He told me to forget about him, let him go like a bothersome problem, but I can't… he was a friend to me, a brother, and it felt I lost a family member although we aren't siblings biologically."

"Sshhh…. It's okay, relax."

Brooklyn gently rubbed her back to comfort her for her loss of a friend. He felt frighten and worried about her mental, and emotional state. At the same time, he felt anger in his body, because he could have made the situation better than what his actions did to know she finally snapped.

"Come with me inside," he said softly, "It must be a bad idea to cry outside in the winter cold."

His pure blood eyes stare at the scenery in front of him. Boiling anger was rising to see something that was odd and disturbing.

His heir of Blood Trillium was with a female fledgling and embracing her. His fangs slid out of his mouth to show the anger going on.

Boris hid in the shadows of the building; this moment distracted him as he was observing the cold night of early March. This was uncommon for someone at a higher powerful rank, to be with someone at the lowest rank ever. He did not dare go in and interfere them, because, some how he wanted to see the possibility of what's going on.

Especially wondering why, Brooklyn who could choose the higher ranking females in Blood Trillium, prefer to be with a little fledgling; she hasn't been a year old.

He hid deeper in the shadows, still keeping an eye on them, as he saw Brooklyn escorting Jess back into the building. He noted how Brooklyn's arms were around her shoulders and comforting her. Her face show sadness, but her head barely resting on Brooklyn's shoulder…

'There must be something 'special' about her,' Boris thought, 'I must figure out what...'

The fainted color of orange and purple was rising in the dark sky. Dawn was soon to come and eventually the sun would shine through the glistening snow, and the streets of Tokyo into daylight.

Jess deeply sigh of this, she long to see the sunlight, that woken her up when she was once human. But now, as a vampire the sun would harm her; kill her if she was exposed to the warm light.

She covers her window with the thick, black, velvet curtains, after making sure that the windows were locked. With a few hair clips that she had, she clipped two of them with the velvet curtains, so no light would shine through completely in her room.

Her eye sight then adjusted fast in her room, as if the lights were still on, in the middle of the night. From looking in her room, it made her feel lonely. With Jylz out of the picture, she doesn't have anybody else to talk to whenever she felt alone or in need of guidance. He felt like a big brother to her, and she thought he could do a better job than her older sister…

'My family,' she thought.

She went to her desk, and an article of a newspaper lay on top of it. She picked it up as she looked at the entire thing. She had kept this article for some time now, as the date it was formed was from August, last year.

Praying For Her Return

It has been a month since Jessica Pacheco has been missing since early July. The only thing that was left from her was a note saying she was going out for the night, and never return. A strange event happened a few hours after Jessica left, all of her stuff disappears out of sight. No evidence has been claimed to what happened or who is responsible for her absence.

Her roommates and friends has gone in search of her through search parties, as her family back in Canada is worried and praying for her to be out of harms way. If anybody has seen her please contact us. There is a possibility a reward will be held for those to return her safely. Her description and other information are shown on the next page.

Fresh tears began to escape her eyes, as she wiped them away instantly. Why did fate have to make her life, into a sad ending? Being all alone, with no family and friends, it was the ultimate price that she chooses when her time of death was near. She remember the times she was alone as a child to her pre-teen years, it felt like nothing and was a habit to her to have a few close friends and becoming independent. Now being alone made her feel scare and sad, and she needs someone to be with her. Talk about living in you mirror world.

She saw, in her mind Brooklyn… He has been with her since the day they met, and the day that she was to die, and helped her save her own life. Brooklyn tried to be with Jess as much as possible to keep her company and feel happy. Jess longed for the embrace of unconditional love, and hope. To be kiss with passion and to know he still loves her.

The thoughts made her felt comfortable and smile softly of her unconsciousness. Taking herself to the futon, to end up covered with the blankets to fall asleep.

Three Hours Later…

Dark and silence were in Jess's room, as she slumbers peacefully. Tossing and turning comes at times in Jess's sleep, as it was a few nights after knowing of her friend's death.

She was mumbling words, tossing and turning, making the blankets a mess.

"Do-… Don't leave me," she would at times say.

As she was calling out all of her love ones in her dream, Jess fears of losing all of them.

A small sound of sliding doors open slowly and quietly, was heard but did not awaken Jess's sleep. Two footsteps were heard before the paper doors were shut. A pair of feet walks into the room, turning around to see the room.

The eyes of the stranger caught Jess turning on her futon, as he got closer to her bed. His pale hand, reaches out to her the gentle coolness, caressing her cheek.

Her hand, reaches up to his hand, feeling as she feels relax and comfortable with this person in her sleep.

"Brooklyn…" she said softly. Her hand slides away from his hand as she then turn around and sleep, peacefully, with out any words of worries escaping her mouth.

'Good,' Brooklyn thought, 'she's still asleep.'

His eyes took a look around the room. Her room looks so ordinary to the one she used to live back in the apartment. Possibly she didn't want any changes, feeling satisfy with the way it is.

It was then, that he saw a folded paper on the floor. He picks it up and unfolding it to see what's inside of the note. Black printed words were on the paper and it was for Jess.

'This must be the letter from Jylz.'

Sitting on the chair near the desk, he begins to read what Jylz's has to say in the letter.

Dear Jess,

By the time you have received this letter… I am gone from this world. I can't stand it any more; the guys here are picking on me like no tomorrow. I don't belong here, I belong to my family. I have to suffer, knowing that my family is dead and I am still alive in this place I called hell. But since you came into my life, you reminded me of my sister, curious and a good hearted person. I had a good time hanging out with you and valued our friendship, but the more I hang out with you, I feel worse of my little sister; my whole family. I feel that I am a restless person, walking dead on the earth, and I need to die to be in peace. What I have done is for me to be in peace and be with my family… but I'll always remember you as a true friend. Don't forget you have Brooklyn with you whenever you are alone, keep up with you relationship with him.

Good-bye…

Jylz

Brooklyn saw Jess, after reading this letter; it must have really hurt her to cry for nights after knowing Jylz is gone for good.

"Don't worry Jess," he whispered, "I'll make sure I'll be with you to know that I care for you."

"And then what happened?" a female vampire asked Ming-Ming as she was telling some of her "adventures" with her latest victim.

The girls huddle in, as their "mighty" leader Ming-Ming tells her story, in the lounger room.

Jess, at a distance from the girls, was reading a book. It was something to kill the time, but Ming-Ming's disgusting stories of her being a tramp to her victims was something she couldn't stand of.

"So," Ming-Ming began, "It was kiss there and kiss here, and then I go and do my famous strip tease, to get him horny. This, of course did work… We undress each other, and had a good time, I really wore him out. So it was then that I told him there was something that I need to do on him to complete our sex session, and that's when I got him around my finger and drank all of his blood away. It's such a shame; he could have been my boyfriend…NOT!!!"

All of the girls laughed with Ming-Ming, thinking all of her stories are the coolest.

"Of course that has to be true," another said, "You and Brooklyn were meant to be together for eternity."

Boris above them observes the scenery from the catwalk on the second floor.

Hearing all of the girls' conversation, he notices Jess sitting far away from them, reading a book silently, a possibility she wanted to be invisible in the crowd. It was something that doesn't need effort; after all, she was a fledgling.

As he studies her with his intense blood eyes, he compares her to the other female vampires to see some of the things that contrast them in different ways.

The most obvious difference between them and her was the clothing. They all wore revealing outfits to show all of their womanly curves, to get the attention from the male vampires. As for Jess, she was wearing a light-blue sweater with a hood, blue jeans and white running shoes.

As for their activities, it was way different. Ming-Ming and the other females were talking about their sex lives. They were saying explicit moments between them and their prey. Socializing like butterflies, as if they are the popular girls in high school and the center magnet for boys. Jess was reading quietly, away from them and as before being invisible as possible so no one would notice her.

Boris went hiding in the shadows, as he saw Brooklyn enters in the lounger room. Most of the male vampires were at the throne room right now, practicing their defense for unexpected tournaments. His sinister eyes, scans what was going on at the moment so no one would know of his presence.

Brooklyn headed towards Jess, she wasn't aware of the feeling that Brooklyn was near her. His shadow must have cast over her, for he was standing up, looking at her below. Seeing her read a book, quietly as a mouse, Brooklyn was standing there for a minute, till he left her side and headed away from her.

The Ming-Ming's crew saw him heading towards them, so they all got pretty and prepare, trying to get Brooklyn's attention. After all, he was one of the most powerful vampires besides Boris.

"Hi Brooklyn," they all said seductively. They use their voices to make them sound sexy to make Brooklyn come to them.

Brooklyn passes by them as if they were invisible. His footsteps echoing through the room as he headed to the doors of the throne room.

All of the girls were utterly speechless, seeing him walk pass by them like poles along a street.

The doors heading to the throne room was shut, as the girls all look at Jess with full of hate and envy. But they aren't allowed to harm her physically, from what Morgan told them, that it was pathetic that they are chasing a fledgling months ago.

Jess didn't notice the dirty looks she is receiving as her eyes were on the black printed words of her book.

Then the girls quickly began chatting again, like the moment with Brooklyn's actions didn't exist at all.

Boris still hides in the shadows above, spying on what's going on, but mostly on Jess.

The next actions that he saw Jess do was something that got him curious then ever.

She places the book on her lap, and on top of the pages she was currently reading was a white folded note. Picking up the note, she unfolds the paper, and once she completes it she begins to read. All along Brooklyn must have dropped the note on her book, so who ever saw Brooklyn back facing them, wouldn't see the sudden movements between the two.

After reading the note, she places it on the book, closing it and leaving the girl to blab on their usual topics.

'Looks like I have to do some more "research",' Boris thought.

A Few Nights Later

The nights were still chilly, from winter's final wrath, as Boris stands on the roof of the clan's building, watching for the next events to open up.

The moon appears on a clear night, as faint stars glistens the sky like a dark jewel.

Today was the night that Brooklyn and Jess have a night off from their chores as a vampire, and enjoy the night, while it lasts.

His eyes peer down to see who he was expecting. Brooklyn and Jess… he keeps a good distance from them as possible, so none of them would catch sight, hear, or smell his presence.

Both walking down the abandon streets, Brooklyn leading the way, as Jess's arms was wrap around Brooklyn's arm, holding him tight and following him somewhere.

What ever this place is, Boris was going to see their every move for tonight… He leaps of the roof, and to the street, landing of both feet perfectly like a cat landing on four feet after a fall. No one doesn't know…

The waves crash the sands of the deserted beach, and slipping back into the deep ocean. The color of the sky along with the color of the waters made it look like Japan was floating high above the heavens.

Brooklyn and Jess sat on the docks, their legs over the edge, but barely touching the cold ocean. He held her, with his arms around her waist, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

The view of the waters was peaceful and relaxing. None of the two have spoken a word, as Brooklyn felt that she was still under depression of her decease friend.

Boris, at a distance, saw them in the shadows of a building. He's able to see them, and wonders, the connections between the two. His ears perked up to the question Brooklyn asked Jess, and waiting for her reply.

"Jess," Brooklyn began, "Are you still thinking about him?"

"Yes," she replied, "…Brooklyn I'm sorry for not talking a lot lately during our date. It's just that I'm still depressed of these events going on, and how its hard to know that he'll never be there by my side, and I would have fun with him, like a sibling relationship between a brother and a sister. But me feeling depressed will not change anything, it may have been what Jylz did not want me to do."

She gazes at Brooklyn's eyes, seeing the only colour of eyes she desire. Knowing she has an ocean to look at.

"He wanted me to move on in my life. Even though that Jylz is gone, he still looks upon me to keep on going. To let me know he's happy to belong to his family once more, in the heavens above us."

She softly smiles at Brooklyn, something that Brooklyn hasn't seen her do for a while. He simply smiles back in return.

With out realizing, Jess leans in to kiss Brooklyn on his pale cheek, to then rest her head on his chest.

"Brooklyn, thank you for listening to me…"

"Anything to make you feel happy…" he responded.

Boris stood his ground seeing Jess kiss Brooklyn. His rage was burning like fire, seeing a fledgling being hold and kissing someone powerful than her. Most of all, she was kissing his chosen heir being the next elder of Blood Trillium.

More spying must be done… But somehow, the answer seems to be in front of him, but he couldn't recall what it is…

The library was quiet for Jess to do her favourite activity; drawing. With her sketch book open and various pencils, pens and pencil crayons, she would be able to do some pictures.

She sat on a chair that was next to a polished table, in between two huge shelves of books. Many of these books were from hundreds of years, as there are rarely some on the present time.

With a clean page in her sketch book, Jess begins to draw quietly with her vision bright than any human, as she draws in the darkness of the deserted room.

Pencil strokes, tainted the clean white paper with lead marks, creating an image that was open from her mind. The image she created was a little candle, lit of a small flame, as she sketches out of the shapes of what her vision is. Rough lining the candle, and its holder, she draws along a table with a person sitting besides the table, and a window to show the weather. Winter's storm would be what is outside of the home, showing its wrath and rage among the people living it.

The image seemed to be something that she has told Brooklyn about, of moving on even though the darkest times are still storming. Have hope that everyone is alright, whether awake or dead, and move on knowing that every one is happy about it.

A sense tingle her, as if something had just disturbed the silence upon her. A presence that made if feels like she isn't alone. Jess drops, her pencil as the pencil fell on the surface of her drawing.

Quickly standing up, Jess look around the library with her eyes, taking one step at a time quietly.

"Hel-Hello?" she called out in the library. "Is someone there?"

Silence, was the only response to her answer, but yet she felt that someone was in there. She checks everywhere in the library, carefully and looking in between the bookshelves, for anybody, just there to observe a book to read. But it was unlikely, because it was either she or Brooklyn who comes in the library room, mostly.

No one was in here, and she was starting to get nervous about this. Her mind was fighting a battle to stay or go. One side suggests staying, maybe she was over reacting, and need to relax and chill out. Continuing on her drawing, and be in peace. The other side told her, to leave. If one sense it, then follow it, don't forget that all along she is a vampire and now can feel things around her. Leave… while you still have a chance.

Her mind was made up as she, return to the desk containing all of her art supplies. Jess was collecting them in a swift moment, and closing her sketchbook. Placing the book underneath her arm to hold it, she hurries out of the library, closing the door shut. Letting the room be cover in darkness.

Someone came out in the darkness of the library. Boris's red eyes stare at the door that his "subject" had gone out from. From knowing of the information from her actions and words, he had figured it out, of her attention and infatuation from Brooklyn.

'Let's just make sure if it's really true,' he thought…

It was the fourth night, since Brooklyn was keeping an eye on Jess during her sleep. He wasn't allowed to enter in the girls' dorm rooms, but he didn't care because all that he cares about were Jess's emotional and mental self.

The room was quiet, dark as Jess sleeps on her futon. It was daylight outside and thus most of the vampires here were sleeping or staying indoors. He was just simply check on Jess, and leave out of the dormitory, without being caught by anybody.

The room looks as if anything hasn't changed over the past few days. Nothing that can lead suspicious to her behavior patterns going strange.

He moves towards Jess's futon, sitting at the side of it, and looking at her peaceful and flawless face. She continues to slumber, and her chest rising and falling underneath the pale sheets covering her. She looked young and innocent, as she sleeps, that Brooklyn thought maybe, she wasn't the kind of girls to feel so depressed to do some harm against her, like cutting, starving, or even suicide.

Brooklyn shakes those thoughts out of his head, as he saw Jess's sketchbook on the bedside table. He retrieves the book from the bedside table, as he opens the cover to reveal some drawings.

These drawings were made some years ago. The oldest one to be from 2002 and it was a picture of a portrait, of a woman and a man. The image was in shades of grey, because the drawing was composed out of pencil. From the looks of it, the couple must have dark hair and dark eyes.

The title of the drawing was above them was "Anallia and Jose Pacheco."

'Pacheco?' Brooklyn thought, 'Are they Jess's parents?'

He recalls back to when they started to know each other, that Jess told him she had a father, two sisters, and a brother. She never mentioned to him about her mother one bit. Was she a child who was motherless? Adopted? Or, her mother abandons the family so then her father took on a role as not only a father, but a mother as well.

He flips over the pages to see some more drawings that she drew over the past few years. All of them were unique, beautiful, and amazing for pieces of artwork.

Closing the book, he places it back on the bedside table to once more, observe Jess sleeping undisturbed of his presence. Admiring her state, Brooklyn gently strokes her cheek, not waking her up.

A smile crept on her lips, softly, as she called his name in her sleep, "Brooklyn."

Without any warnings that would cause the next actions, Jess took hold of Brooklyn's hand and then arm, and pulls him towards her on the futon. Brooklyn was startled as he felt himself being pulled, he tried to be careful of not crushing her from the weight of his body so, and she would wake up and overall can lead into hot water for him.

His other hand was on the futon, holding his torso up, so it wouldn't crush on her fragile body. His mind was pacing with thoughts on how to get her to let go of him without any disturbance of her sleep. A thought then hit him.

Gently, leaning in to her ear he whispers to her, "My love, if you hear me, let go of me… but I promise to come back to you…"

It was something that he remembered in a book about dreams, and dreams spells. If one talks to the sleeper and gives a command, the dreamer would obey that command whether awake or not.

Brooklyn waited for a response or some kind of sign that shows that the trick would work.

Jess's voice then responded, "Alright, Brooklyn…"

Her hand slid away from his arm, letting it rest beside her on the pillow. His request was listened, and she wasn't awake. This was a good thing…

He got out of the futon, without disturbing Jess, and quietly exits out of her room. Now the problem was to get out of the girls' dorms. But as he observes the hallway, there was no female vampire in sight. He sighs in relief, thinking that they must have all slept during the day.

Sneaking out to the doors, Brooklyn's footsteps creates silent thuds on the carpeted floor. He was close to his exit that he hurries out, opening the door and getting out. He shuts the dorm firmly to silence.

Just then one of the sliding paper doors opened, to reveal honey brown eyes. Her eyes were peering at the door that made the sound. A scent overwhelms her, the smell of the ocean and forest, a scent of a male vampire. She recognizes the scent easily, as she knew who it was…

'I knew it! Brooklyn has come to visit me!'

It was the latest talk among the girls at Blood Trillium. They were talking about Brooklyn's visit to the girls' side yesterday. Every girl, but Jess knew why Brooklyn have risk himself to go in their hallways, it was because he was trying to see Ming-Ming.

"I never had known Brooklyn was a risk taker," Ming-Ming said, "But smelling his scent, told me he came to see me. I knew it all along that Brooklyn will eventually be overwhelmed by me one day."

"Ming-Ming, you are the luckiest girl ever! To have the heir of Blood Trillium to seek you in your sleep, oh! It's sounds so romantic!" explained one of her groupies.

Brooklyn hid in the shadows on the catwalk, seeing them from above. His arms crossed over his chest, leaning back against the wall, observing the scenery before him. Too bad he wasn't after Ming-Ming. Ironically, Ming-Ming's room was next to Jess's, so everyone has thought it was her that Brooklyn was spying during daylight.

'Still, she doesn't get it,' Brooklyn thought, 'of all these years living in the same roof, Ming-Ming doesn't get it that I am not into her. I don't like her at all, and she is blinded to the fact that I may even have the infatuation for her. Doesn't she wonder why I spend my time with Jess; instead of her…it's simple. I am in love with Jess…'

"Brooklyn."

Brooklyn's eyes turn to face his friend, Garland. Garland's expression was still and emotionless.

"I see that you are the latest "talk" in the females' side, sneaking in and all…"

"Wasn't I the gossip among the girls' side from the beginning, after I was declared heir?" Brooklyn asked sarcastically.

"Anyway, Boris wants to talk to you at the throne room," Garland explained, "About your spying."

"Very well then," Brooklyn departed the wall, "I'll see him this instant."

He walks away from Garland, heading towards the throne room.

Boris heard the doors open, as he sees, who he was expecting, Brooklyn. Brooklyn closes the doors, as he heads towards Boris. He stops a few feet away from the dais, gently bowing down in respect, and returning back up saying, "You wanted to see me sir."

"Yes Brooklyn," Boris replied. "There were some rumors that surfaced up, about you going into the girls' dorm rooms… Is that true?!"

"It's true…"

Boris' thoughts reflect on, the possibilities that Brooklyn could have gone to the female side. Only one thought hit him, the fledgling. It was surely a high possibility that Brooklyn has gone in to check on her, after what he had witnessed. He sees her, being embraced by Brooklyn, and Brooklyn allowing her to kiss his cheek. Most of all, Brooklyn doesn't treat her like the others would do to a fledgling. Ordering around them like dogs.

"Since this was you first time to… invade the female's privacy, I am leaving you with a warning. But if it repeats again, then punishment will be made. Is that understood?!"

"I understand…"

Boris pats Brooklyn on the shoulder, as he said "Good. You are dismissed."

Brooklyn bows to Boris one more time, before leaving away from him, and heading out to the doors. As the doors shut once more, Boris neutral expression changes to danger and sinister.

'Now I must find a way to interrogate the fledgling to know the exact truth about it,' thought Boris, 'I can separate them, do none of them would ever know what's going on. And besides this is something I haven't done for a very time…"

Done!!!! Sorry if it took too long, but I am sooooo busy with school work and it's not funny… Stay tuned for the latest Chapter of OBM.

P.S. Please!!!! I am desperate for reviews so get at least some fanfiction authors to read and review!!! Peace Out.

Clues – The hunger of lust rages him on, as he is tempted to the scent of sweet blood… Most of all stealing something that is the dearest treasure of all females… Chapter 27: Tempted By Lust