sorry the update took so long...no one reviewed the story so i didnt know if anyone was reading it...i fixed some stuff later in the story, so if it seems like i messed up, tell me please...sorry the story is so long until Jaden becomes a Vampire...here it is...JG


Her eyes snapped towards the sound of the door opening. She was on her feet in a heartbeat as a man arrogantly swaggered into the room. He was handsome, in a sinister, menacing sort of way. The man appeared to be in his late-twenties, possibly early-thirties; his hair was chestnut brown, his eyes an icy blue; she thought she recognized him from somewhere, but from where she didn't know. The woman watched him suspiciously as his attractive face was enhanced by the grin that spread across it.

"You are the most amazing person I've ever met," he said to her, crossing his arms over his chest.

The woman frowned and, her face screwed up in confusion, said, "huh?"

The man sighed, and shook his head, "never mind," he said, much like a learned person brushed aside the confused look of child, when the learned person said something of intelligence. "How are you feeling?" he asked, concern in his voice.

The woman, suspicious still, replied, "fine." There was a slight pause, after which she asked, "Where am I?"

"You are home," he replied (not a very helpful answer).

"Who are you?" she asked. She knew she'd seen him before, but wasn't sure.

He smirked slightly, saying, "I am James. And in case you don't remember, which, don't feel embarrassed, isn't all that un-common a thing, you are Jaden Korr, former Agent of the Organization."

That one sentence brought everything back to her; like water pouring from a broken dam, her memories flooded her mind. Jaden Korr backed away from the man who killed her, asking softly, "What did you do to me?" She studied her hands; they were smoothed of all the calluses and scars she had ever acquired, and her bitten nails had lengthened into sharp, strong claw-like ones.

She looked up at James. He was grinning at her, "Nothing reversible," he told her smugly. "You have been, whether you like it or not, Turned."

Jaden shook her head, rage, desperation and fear washing over her, as she adamantly said, "No." she shook her head again "No; you're lying. You did nothing to me. You just knocked me out! I'm no vampire!"

James rolled his eyes, "do you remember nothing of our last conversation?" Jaden, fuming, looked away. He smirked at he, and stated, "don't worry, you'll soon come to love being one of us," there was a soft knock at the door, and he opened it, took a covered tray from a person unseen from where Jaden stood, and continued saying, "but, its not as if you'll remember being anything but one of us, after long enough." He set the tray down on the dresser by the door, and uncovered it.

Jaden's head suddenly gave a painful twinge. She winced, though she tried not to. James obviously noticed her stiffen, for his smirk widened. On the tray was a crystal glass, and in it was a dark red liquid. Jaden could feel a sort of pulling sensation, stronger than one she had ever felt before, drawing her towards it. She closed her eyes and tried to resist. But the struggle was useless; James brought the blood over to her.

The cruel man held the glass under her nose, as Jaden, eyes still squeezed shut, fought to hold onto the last shred of humanity in her; one that told her to not drink the blood, to back away, to not take it. Her head throbbed in agony as she retreated from the sweet calling of the blood. She backed up so far that she bumped into a wall. The jarring into it made Jaden open her eyes. There it was; dark; warm; life giving; and more seducing than anything – human blood before a vampire.

James, knowing of the conflict going on within her, and knowing of the pain she was going through, stroked her cheek, crooning, "Just drink it Jaden. The pain will leave once its over. You will think so much clearer." Jaden turned her head away. He smiled sadly saying, "There is no way to avoid it. It's drink now or later; you're choice. But the longer you wait, the more it hurts, and the harder the pain is to control. I know what I speak of Jaden."

He grasped one of her hands, and brought it up to the glass, and held it to it. He dipped his fingers into the blood and wiped them on her lips. Instinctively she licked them.

Her eyes snapped opened and, for an instant, she was fully alert, but the instance passed and she looked wearied beyond the point of exhaustion. It was not so fast that James did not see the Lust in her eyes. Her hands trembled as she grasped the glass with both hands, and brought it to her lips. Slowly she poured it into her mouth, but as soon as the blood touched her lips, she began to gulp it down, her mouth stained crimson.

Her chest heaved, her breath was ragged, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she closed them and she trembled from head to toe. When the last drop of blood slid down her throat, her grasp on the glass slipped; James seized it before it had fallen more than a foot. She braced herself against the wall, eyes closed, panting in ecstasy and lust. She was unknowingly grinning, but James could see it and inside he whooped with joy. Everything was going far better than anticipated and hoped for.