Blood and Roses (Continuation of "Bite From A Vamp") - on Hold

Chapter 2

It had been a long day. I tossed and turned, hardly able to sleep. Michael came into my room several times, trying to sooth me to sleep. He told me that we had big plans when the sun set. That we were going to have some visitors. An hour or so before sundown, I took the book out of it's hidding place and brought it back to my desk.

Could it really be true? Could there actually be a cure for vampirism? Could I possibly get my life back? So many questions. So many possibilities. So much.... disappointment. The pages were missing. Or, well, were blank.

I starred down at the empty pages longingly. Was this some kind of cruel joke? Had Michael planted the book there for me to find, get my hopes up, and then snatch that hope away? Could IT really be tuat stupid, to think that it would be that easy to leave this life and get my old one back?

I slammed the book closed in frustration, giving out a low growl. Of course it was too good to be true. As I heard my door creak open, I picked up the book and threw it at the intruder's head. Direct hit.

Michael glared at me as the book bounced off his face and landed on the thick carpet with a soft thud. "Chloe," his hissed warningly.

I ignored him and pulled my sketch pad close, flipping to the unfinished drawing of a dark tunnel with a distorted figure in the distance, bathed in shadows.

"Our visitors are arriving soon," he stated. "Come down stairs to greet them."

"No thanks."

Before I could react, he swiftly strolled across the room and flung me over his shoulder. "And you need to feed - you're too light."

Using his super speed he took us to the kitchen. After gently plopping me down in one of the tall dark chairs, he went to the fridge and took out two bags. "Mountain lion or bear?"

I looked at the two bags in disgust. "How about Michael Treaton year 1676?"

"Funny." He held the bags closer to me. "I wasn't even around then. I was born in 1756."

"Yeah, well, it doesn't make you any less old," I grumbled.

He laid the mountain lion blood bag in front of me. "Drink it, or you'll be forced to drink while everyones here."

I sat there for a minute before I gave up and punctured the bag with my extended fangs. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it, but I sure did hate myself for it. I drank the bag dry and licked up the stray droplet at the corner of my lips.

Michael looked up sharply as the double doors of the kitchen swung open. The girl's small frame peeked from around the doors, her unruly red hair pulled back out of her small round face. Green eyes wide with nervousness and fear. It was lillian, a young girl sadly turned into a vampire and abandoned by her sire back in the 1800s. Though she was techniquely older than me, her young appearance made me want to protect her.

"What's wrong, Lilly?" I asked worridly.

"They're here, master."

Michael's form stiffed. "Thank you, Lillian. You may stay in your room for the rest of the night if you wish."

Lilly nodded eagerly and scamppered up the stairs to her room.

I turned to Michael. "Who's here?" I demanded.

Michael didn't lookat me as he said, "The Order."

A/N: So sorry I've been MIA for a year everyone. Lots of stuff have been going on with my family and friends and personal reasons. Sorry if this chapter is too short for the amount of time you've been waiting, but I wanted to hurry and give you something. Happy Labor Day everybody!