"Have you ever loved somebody so much you could barely breath?-Eminem"


David Pov.

Missy was fast asleep with Sam at her feet reading a comic book; she had taken it upon herself to watch over the young boy tonight, just to give her a peace of mind that he wouldn't wander to another phone and disturb the peace once again. She didn't seem to upset about the 'Star' subject, she had told me that 'it was the past, and it was time to move on' before going into her room, Sam in tow. Those siblings may fight, but at the end of the day they look out for each other. Though, Missy was still pretty pissed at him about calling her another 'Star', because Star was weak and unable to feed. I smiled to myself as I thought back to the expression on Missy's face.

Sam's just giving my plan a little push; his sister is going to be more than willing to feed just because she knows that people think she can't. She's the type that love to prove people wrong, sometimes for the better or worst. But in my situation, for the better.

I walked along the darkened streets and stretched my mental bond all the way to Missy's sleeping mind, watching her dreams.

She was dreaming of us again.. But this time, the dream was much more chilling than I had expected.

I had had that exact same dream many years ago.


"David!" She called peacefully as she ran after me, her feet pounding the warm sand of the famous Santa Carla beach. I smiled to myself as I spun around to see a 17 year old Missy Emerson chasing after me in an elegant Marilyn Monroe style white dress, the wind blowing it around her legs; just like Monroe herself.

Marilyn..

A shiver ran down my spine as I pushed memories to the back of my mind, focusing all of my attention on Missy once more. She was now holding her dress down as the wind blew it upwards, a laugh escaping her red painted lips as she watched me, her smokey blue's burned into mine..

"I LOVE YOU CRIMSON!" I heard myself yell as I snapped back to reality.


I need to get back to Missy, it was time to give her a little drink.


I arrived back at the hotel, and Sam had retired in his own room. Missy was still sleeping soundly, a smile spread across her lips as she nestled her body deeper within the covers. She was truly beautiful..

I gently took my gloves from my hands and drew a thick line across my wrist, watching as the blood seeped out gently; just enough to make the changing process continue. She wasn't even quarter undead, yet.. But she will be.

I placed my wrist to her lips and let my vampiric blood drop into her mouth slowly.

I couldn't wait for her to turn anymore.. It was for her own safety, especially with Jerry and his boys now involved.

She needed to be one of us, and soon.


A/N: SHORT BUT SWEET!(: Haha, questions for Missy anybody? Well here's the next chapter of Confessions; Hope you enjoyed!(:

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