Yes! Ok I got chapter four up! A shout out to starr1095. I plan to have a couple of cliffys, including this chapter and the next. So brace yourself! Lol. Thank you to the rest of my reviewers. You guys really inspire me.

Disclaimers- Anything you recognize I do not own.

Chapter 4.

I don't know if it was loss of blood or just another wave of shock that made me black out, I never knew. Because when I woke up, I wasn't in my room, and Hawthorn wasn't with me.

I woke up to my head tossed to the side and gentle fingers touching my neck. The touch had a formal feeling, like a professional doctor. Then I caught their voice.

"Well, Ash. It seems Hawthorn was very keen to change her last night," said a girl. A girl who sounded rather disgusted at the moment. I felt her fingers once more, and then she sighed, replacing it with a soft cloth.

"How bad is she?" came another voice, soft. It came from another girl, but she sounded farther away.

"She's savaged but she'll live. As long as she doesn't get any more blood drawn. But if this is how he treats his soulmate…" the girl closest to me replied, trailing off.

"Rashel…" started a voice I did recognize, Ash,-Hawthorn's cousin. But it was soon to be cut off.

"Shh! She knows what she's doing." Another voice hissed. Quinn. A word still lingered in my head though, a word that echoed in my head. Soulmate... I stirred.

"Oh good, she's awake. "Said the girl Ash called Rashel. I opened my eyes to a big room with pale light revealing. There was a girl at my side, the one holding the cloth. Rashel. She was tall, and had dark hair-the same color Quinn has- that flowed down to her waist. Her eyes were a fierce emerald green and now she was smiling warmly at me. I noticed Quinn was behind her, his hands around her waist, his head on her shoulder. Well. That was interesting.

"Evelyn right? I'm Rashel, and I'm here to help you." She smiled, flashing her white teeth. But that isn't what stunned me, what made the hairs on the back of my neck stir. It was the way she was standing. It reminded me of Hawthorn's stance, even Quinn's and Ash's. A predatory one, a vampire stance. She seemed to notice my caution and relaxed her posture. She then turned slightly, towards Quinn.

"You already know Quinn. Over there is Ash whom you've already met as well and that's Mary-Lynette." Rashel inclined her head to the other side of me. I turned and sat up slowly, noticing the other two people for the first time.

Ash was sprawled on a couch, staring at me. The girl called Mary-Lynette was on his arm, leaning on him. She had dark brown hair that rested on her shoulders and big blue eyes. She was the complete opposite of Rashel .Where Rashel looked predatory and competent, Mary-Lynette looked fragile and unsure. Vulnerable. But she smiled back at me, saying a quiet hello. Ash then leaned down, kissing her forehead, staring at her intently. Well. Very interesting.

I then applied my eye to the room I was in. The room was like a doctor's surgery. There were four chairs along the wall, the fold-down ones. The type you get at the cinema. There were two couches on either side of the room and the walls were painted white that matched the flooring cream-colored linoleum.

I was laying on a futon in the corner, with Rashel at my side – cotton wool in hand. A table on my left was strewn with disinfectant and bandages. Holding my hand to my head, I smiled lazily. "Where am I?" I asked, focusing my attention on Rashel.

"You're…" Rashel cut off. "Hmm should we tell her or would it be kinder to influence her? Quinn?"

Quinn had been looking at her attentively. "Well I don't know. After what he did to her…What do you guys think?" Quinn focused his attention on the other couple.

Ash and Mary-Lynette exchanged glances. Then Mary-Lynette answered. "Wouldn't that be a bit above us?" She said, fiddling a strand of hair. Rashel shook her head.

"You know what Thierry will say. He'll say we should let them be, let them figure it out on their own accord. But Hawthorn…Doesn't he have a reputation worse than you two?" She pointed her fingers towards Ash and Quinn. They both shrugged, uncomfortable.

"He's one of the reasons why I went bad." Ash replied. While they were having their own discussion, I was growing more confused. They were obviously talking about Hawthorn and me, but I didn't understand.

Rashel then frowned. "Do it Quinn. If Hawthorn is going to just-"her sentence was severed by two people who then stumbled in the room.

One was a male that had green eyes and dark hair that ran down to his ears. He looked flustered. The other was a female with flaming red hair and eyes that were neither silver nor blue. Something in between. But she seemed breathless too. They stopped abruptly when they spotted me.

"He got out! He had a jump on us. When we thought he was tied up-"the female started. Ash then smirked, a mocking expression taking over his features.

"You two were making out simultaneously." Ash finished the sentence. The female blushed furiously and her lips twitched. "Well we can worry about that later."

"But the important thing now is to be on guard! Hawthorn said he was coming for her!" The boy said impatiently with annoyance.

"Morgead, calm down. Tell us what happened." Mary-Lynette started, following Ash to stand on either side of him. Morgead simply shook his head in exasperation. Rashel looked at Quinn then, seeming to answer the question.

Quinn stepped out of his embrace with her and walked over to me, his jaw set. He then set his finger on my forehead. Again came a voice in my head that wasn't mine, or even Hawthorn's.

Erase he muttered. You were at home last night. You didn't see anyone in this room or Hawthorn. It was just you in your room last night, no one else. So why don't you just go to sleep now?

My mind started to go foggy but I was conscious enough to realize that Hawthorn burst into the room that instant. "VEV!" he screamed, and he was running forward, but that instant three boys leapt on top of him and held him down. Then the red-haired girl and Rashel did too and Mare was left there, staring at me with large, sympathetic eyes.

Even with all the strain on him, Hawthorn still tried to fight himself out. The last thing I heard him gasp was "What did you do to her? Vev!"

But just then, everything was blacked out.

So I probably won't be able to update until later this week. I have a lot of things to do. Anyways, what do you think of this chapter? Please review.

-Lamia Vampress