It's December 27th, two days after Christmas, and I haven't heard from Jonah in that long. I ran out of blood bags a while ago, so I sneak out of my house to hunt for squirrels. Occasionally, I steal blood bags from a hospital and I feed from that. I've given up. On mostly everything. I don't get urges anymore. Even though I don't get urges, I still feel as if I was missing something, and it kills me inside because I need to find out. I don't go outside. I've fallen into depression. Mavis calls me everyday to see how I'm doing, and sometimes I just don't answer. Flashbacks of the night when Jonah turned me replays in my head. How pained I was when I stabbed myself with that stake. How relieved I felt after he bit me, when all that pain went away. But right now, I feel as if I was lifeless.

The sun is going to rise in a few hours, and I wasn't tired. So, I made my way out of my window, leaving Calypso's ring on top of my bed as I slipped out. I didn't bother to run, because I knew I was close. And I knew the sun would go up. I just wanted this to end.

I made my way into the dark woods, going the opposite way from where I would usually go to head towards Hotel Transylvania. Far from the hotel, there was a large peak that looked like it was sliced at an angle with top of it curled downward. I made my way to the top, and noticed that the sun's light was peaking out from the horizon. This is it, I thought. This is really it. I looked down, taking a step or two closer to the edge, seeing how steep it was and how far the ground was to me. Maybe it'll be less painful if I just fall to my death. But then I remembered. I can heal. Will I be able to heal myself if I fall about a eighty feet to the ground? I turned around, feeling the sun light making the exposed skin on my back and shoulders hot. I took a step backwards, feeling the ground disappearing as I took the step. And then, I just let myself fall. And I fell. I was sure I hit was close to hitting the ground and then -

I was pushed in midair, and the next thing I knew I was hurdling backwards, hitting the rocky wall of a cliff with my back. My eyes were shut, and I slowly opened them, only to see a body pressed up against mine with a pair of arms above my head, holding onto the wall. I looked up at my savior's face and almost bawled. His eyes were fiery red, and his breathing was intense.

"J-" I started, but he cut me off, crashing his lips onto mine. I started crying through kisses, holding onto him for dear life.

"You're stupid," Jonah said in between kisses. "You're. So. So. Stupid." He pulled away slowly, looking me in the eyes for a moment and sighing. "Why would you do that?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Until I could remember something. "You said you'd be back by Christmas. I thought something bad happened to you! I just - -"

"Decided to kill yourself?!" He pulled me into him and we began to fall. He scooped me up in his arms in midair and landed firmly on his feet, then leaped into the air, landing behind a shady tree. "I - - would never leave you like that without any answers. And if I died, I would still get someone to tell you my last dying words."

"And what would that be?"

He bit his lip, holding my chin in his thumb and index finger. "It would go a little bit like this: Elora Hawthorne, you drive me mad. For every stupid decision you make, you make me want to rip my hair out and punch walls so hard that I would be bleeding from the impact. But I've seen you . . . transform, if you will, into a beautiful, strong, self-controlled vampire. Nonetheless a woman. You're everything I thought you would be. I love you, Elora." We exchanged smiles and he curled his arms around me. "I was actually coming to see you today. And when I saw you sneak out, I followed you. I didn't think you would jump, and when you did, I freaked out. I actually didn't know if we would land safely. I just acted quickly. You just about made me have a heart attack."

I rested my face on his chest and just stayed there. "Uh, Jonah."

"Yes?"

"I took off Calypso's ring. It's on my bed."

"You WHAT? For damn's sake, Elora, were you really going to kill yourself if you thought I was dead?"

"Well, you didn't come back, so I thought . . ."

"I'm glad I came just in time. From now on, I'm staying. I have to keep a careful eye on you." He smirked, and I was filled with joy, feeling more alive than ever before. "I will never leave you again. Now, lets sneak into Hotel Transylvania."

Our naked bodies were pressed against each other comfortably, blanketed by the soft, silk sheets in hotel room number five. I knew Jonah was sleeping, and when I looked at him, I mean really looked at him, my face flushed, remembering what had happened a while ago. I placed a kiss on his cheek and sat up, stretching my arms and turning towards the mirror to see my reflection. And then I remembered. I don't have Calypso's ring. I can't see my reflection without it. I looked at Jonah once more, seeing how peaceful he looked. This is my fate, not death. I'm a vampire now, not cursed to be one, but I'm gifted. I chose be this, and now that I have Jonah back, everything is better. After all that we've been through, Jonah could've just let me die, if he didn't care about me. He loves me, and I love him. I'm glad he turned me. Because, now, I can spend all of eternity with him.

And to think, I actually thought all of this was fake.

He awoke from his slumber, sitting up and stretching, purposely draping his arms around me and kisses me gently. Jonah repeatedly said, "I'm so sorry I left, I love you," over and over again. I assured him that everything is fine. And then I started asking questions.

"What did you have to do that took so long?" I asked.

"Just . . . business stuff."

"Vampire business?" I shook my head. "Come on, tell me. You owe a freakin' explanation. I jumped off a cliff for you."

He cracked a smile and nodded. "Okay, okay. I left because I heard . . rumors. About Solomon."

"W-what do you mean?"

"That vampire we fought. That was not Solomon. I was tracking Solomon down for those two months. But I lost track of him a week ago. So now, I don't know where he is. He's still looking for the rings, though. Solomon knows that you turned into a vampire, too. That's why I kept checking up on you, to see if you were okay. He knew that we would try to fight back, so he hired a vampire equally as strong as him and made him get surgery to redo his whole image. The vampire I killed. It wasn't Solomon."

"So, what're you trying to say?"

"What I'm trying to say is, Solomon's alive. And he's looking for you."

The end (: If you would like me to make a sequel, just let me know by REVIEWING and I will be glad to do so.