I felt pleasure run down my body as his fangs sunk deeper and deeper. His teeth must have broken through every layer they could until they reached the core. I've never felt any other vampire's teeth sink that far down before, and I have never felt this way either. I found myself wrapping my hands around his neck and moving my hands up and down his arms. I felt his muscles as they tensed when his grip tightened on my waist. Then with a tug he pulled me even closer so that there wasn't even a piece of paper that could slip between us.  

When my brain started to get the tiniest bit fuzzy, I stopped moving my hands and just wrapped them around his neck, just in case I lost my balance and fell. I have the tendency to black out if so much blood empties my body. He must have realized my energy draining because he pulled his teeth out of my neck. 

I was disappointed when the feeling of bliss was gone and that I just wanted for it to come back. Usually when vampires drank my blood there was just excruciating pain and all I wanted to do was scream out for someone to help. Your life would feel like it was draining away slowly and taking all your energy with it. Over the years I learned to bite my lip when I felt the fangs sink in, telling myself that it would be over soon and I'd just fall into complete darkness and wake up again in that "blood-bag" truck, and pretend it was all a dream. There was nothing I could do to stop it anyways; I was never strong enough to push the creatures away from me. But with Trent it was completely different; I didn't want him to stop. 

I felt him lick my neck lapping up the blood that must have came out when his teeth did. My eyes rolled back at the sensation and moaned. I blushed when the sound came out of my mouth and kept my head down in embarrassment. 

He chuckled as he leaned in and said huskily in my ear, "Don't hide your face from me." He lifted my chin up so our eyes connected. "Good now Chloe can you hand me your wrist." I stared at his mesmerizing eyes as I lifted my hand up from my sides without thinking; I dropped them there when he pulled away. 

I didn't think much of it when he started to kiss my pulse gently. My brain was still hazy. Then without a warning he plunged his fangs in and held his head there for a couple seconds. He moaned quietly before pulling out. I felt his tongue slide over the area before looking up at me. I finally decided to glance at him wondering why he did that, but when my eyes met his I froze in my spot shaking in fear as he looked exactly like that woman I saw when my parents died. The same vibrant red eyes and blood leaving from the corner of his mouth, but instead of my parents blood-it was mine. 

What have I done? 

He stared at me with those eyes that only made me want to break out in tears. Why had I let him drink my blood? I am so stupid! I took a step back. What I really wanted to do was turn around and sprint out the door, but knew that would only set him off. I felt like one wrong move would be my death, but somehow deep down I knew he would never hurt me. His eyes were still the same red as the lady's, but his didn't hold that determined look to kill. They almost had a happy glint to them. I shook my head; I was probably just looking past it. 

Why had I felt so good when most of my blood left my body? It was as if someone swung a pendulum in my face sending me into a trance, and then when the swinging stopped I was aware of everything around me, even the compromising position of us standing so close. Why hadn't I pushed him away?  

"What's wrong?" He examined me up and down to see if I was hurt. When they would land on my neck or wrist he would give me a triumphant smile. He took a huge step forward already covering the space that I tried to make between us. "You don't seem to be hurt." 

He rubbed soothing circles on my wrist. I looked down and saw he was holding my hand as he did so. When did he grab my hand? I just looked down at our in locked fingers until I snapped out of it and jerked my hand away. I could tell he didn't expect it because he let go a little too easily, I would think he was stronger. 

"Get away from me!" I screamed, as I rubbed away a tear that fell. Trent just looked flustered by my actions. When he seemed to understand that my question was directed at him, he looked shocked. With the palm of his hand he rubbed the blood off of his lips. I didn't feel as disturbed now, but those bright eyes continued to stare back at me. Some uneasiness went away, but not all of it.  

"Are you okay?" He asked. 

Seriously! He was asking if I was okay! Did I look okay to him! He reached out to caress my face, but I took another step back. I have been walking away from him a lot lately.  

"Don't touch me!" 

As a look of hurt crossed his face, his eyes finally turned back to their original color. "Did I hurt you?" He looked so heartbroken that I just wanted to go up to him and tell him that he didn't, and that it actually felt good. Ugh why did it have to feel so great! I refrained myself though when the blood and red eyes flashed in my memories again. 

"Yes, you did," I lied, and It actually hurt me to tell him those words, but I had to do it. He had to leave me alone. I wasn't acting like myself when he was around. 

"You don't have any bruises or cuts on your body, you look fine," he stated. 

In return I just pointed to the two marks on my neck and my wrist that he gave me only minutes ago. Of course, they didn't hurt. But those were the only two possible options I had. I might have had a bruise on my ankle, but it was barely noticeable. Fang marks are noticeable. 

"I think you are lying to me" he smirked, "because those dents in your skin that you pointed to made you moan a little bit ago, and they are from me." 

I had to hold down the blush that was rising to my cheeks when he mentioned me moaning. Why would I react like that when I was mad at him? I got confused when he said that the marks are from him, so they shouldn't hurt. Why wouldn't they? 

He must have seen my puzzled look because his smirk grew bigger. "As I told you before you are my beloved." I nodded my head. "Well your body knows who I am, so it responds to me. Also it doesn't fight my touch or my fangs. It accepts it." I must have looked even more confused because he continued to talk. "Did my fangs go into your neck farther into your flesh then anyone else's?" 

How did he know that? 

"What would that prove?" I questioned 

A smile graced his lips. "So I am right. See that proves even more that I am made for you." 

"So your connection with me helped me not die. I would always just black out when I was near death then Greg would just get me," I replied. I never told someone that before, but I decided to tell him since he seemed to know more about it then I did. Thinking about the past helped to make my anger to decrease. 

Trent growled and responded through gritted teeth, "We will never speak that name in this house! Do you understand me?" 

As usual I gave a nod of my head. I wouldn't want to piss him off too much, even though it would be entertaining. Mad vampires are never friendly. 

"Good," he sighed. "now about you collapsing before... meeting your end." He seemed to not want to say death around me. Maybe, because that's what he was-a lifeless soul. I don't know why though. "A shield must have been built around your protective organs. Usually, when a vampire bites you it is extremely painful for a couple seconds before pleasure will run through your body. But the pleasure only happens right before... well you know. And I'm guessing no vampire has ever gone that far with you. You are standing in front of me after all." 

"Why does the pleasure only happen before you die?" I was quite curious. 

"Well that's when the fangs would release a chemical into your system making the great feeling run through your fangs. Almost like a drug high. You only feel great the first time you do it, then after that it keeps going downhill because you keep trying to do more to get the same effect, but it will never happen. Same thing applies to vampires. You only get the feeling once before your eyes close and your body stops moving, forever."  

Again he didn't say the word "death." He also seemed to know a lot about this subject. Has he killed a lot of people? I replied almost instantly to my own question; yes. 

"So why didn't I feel any pain when you bit into me?" 

"See, you are admitting I didn't hurt you," he smirked. 

I huffed in annoyance, he sounded like a kid who realized who stole the lollipop from the candy store. So what? I slipped up, but that didn't mean he had to make a big deal about it. I had more question I wanted answers too. "Can you just answer my question?"  

He rolled his eyes before starting to answer, "How many times do I have to tell you it's because we are meant to be together for you to fully understand?" 

"I do know we have a bound, I just don't understand it. And 'meant to be together' not a very good reason for why I didn't feel any pain at all, at least a little." 

"Well, it's the best answer I got. Your body responded to mine letting me break through your protective shield. I could have easily sucked the life out of you, but I didn't. And that proves even more that I will never hurt you." 

"Have you ever thought that your teeth might have just been sharper than other vampires? That could be why the broke through the 'protective shield' you're talking about," I asked. "And how do I know you won't hurt me." 

He huffed in annoyance. "You are not getting it! What will make you believe that I won't hurt you, that I will never hurt you?" 

"Prove it." I stated. 

He pointed down in the direction of my hand. "See that mark on your wrist." 

I looked down on it examining it closer. Wouldn't my vain have been cut open making me die instantly? But it looked completely fine. Around the dents are a little bluish looking, but not bad at all. How is that possible? 

I moved my head back up to his, but not saying anything since I was generally curios of how my blood wasn't freely flowing out of my wrist now. So I motioned for him to explain more as my full attention would be on him. 

"Well, that is what vampires call a mating mark. They show any other vampire that you are already taken." I scrunched my eyebrows together in reply. He was just telling me this now? "It shows that you are mine, Chloe! When vampires look at your wrist they will know that they can't bite you or try to take you away from me!" He growled at the last part. "Or that person will already have signed away their life!" Now he was showing his possessive side. 

I shivered with his threat. "So all beloved's get these marks?" 

"Yes, beloved's all get the mark. But so do non beloveds, but only if they both accept each other. For example, my sister, Kally, and her husband both have one on their wrists showing that they are bound to each other. They may not have the same connection as us, but they sure do love each other." 

Maybe that's why I always act so weird around him. That connection between us was stronger than I thought. It was making me make decisions more on what my heart wanted, and not my using my head. It wasn't making me think straight and it was making me make irrational decisions. There must be some way that I could somehow make our connection weak so that it would go away completely. I was right; some distance apart would be good for both of us, or for me. 

I thought back to his definition of a beloved. You are either born either with one, or without. Sadly, I was born with one. But sometimes you are born with things, but that doesn't mean you can't get rid of it. Like if you are born with a mole. You can easily go to a doctor and get it removed, but sometimes when it's gone it leaves a scar on the skin. Maybe, I could remove Trent from my life and still be stuck with the marks on my neck, that wouldn't be that bad. I was already use to them, and it was a small price to pay to get out of this predicament. 

Would I even make a good queen? I shook my head of those thoughts when I realized that I still had to get rid of the prince. No one would have the chance to take over by his side if he was dead. It upset me to think of another woman with him, but that was still my heart talking for me. It even made my heart stop just to think about Trent being gone forever. That gave me more of a reason to keep my distance from him. Surely if our connection kept growing I wouldn't want to injure him in anyway. It was hard to think about it now, but it would be unbearable later. And I'm sure by then if he got hurt, so would I. 

I reached up to my neck and ran my fingers over the small circles. They would stay, but that didn't mean the ones on my wrist would. He said it meant we were bound together. Maybe the mark represented marriage, like a wedding ring does. It makes a promise to be together. You could always get a divorce or lose the ring-breaking the promise. That could be the same for vampires too. 

"Is there a way to get rid of this mate mark?" 

I couldn't even lift my head before my body was pushed into a wall. I closed my eyes from the impact and groaned when a pain jolted from my lower back to my shoulders. Tears released from my eyes as the pain got more pronounced and I just wanted to shrink to the ground, but something held my body upright. 

I looked from side to side realizing that Trent's hands held both my shoulders, gripping them with such strength that I felt his fingers digging into my flesh. 

"You will not get rid of them! You can't, and you won't!" He boasted. I felt his fingers tighten even more, making tears started to fall more freely. 

"Let go of me," I whimpered, while trying to make his fingers release my shoulders. Once my hand made contact with his he looked away from my eyes and stared at his hands. His eyebrows rose as he finally let go. I sighed as my shoulders relaxed. 

Once I took deep breaths I stared at my shoulders and took in a quick gasp. I saw dark finger marks on my skin and when I went to touch them I squeezed my eyes together tightly and moved my hand. They were definitely bruises. 

"Did I do that?" Trent's voice seemed shocked as he examined the bruise. "I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to do that." He moved his eyes back to mine and saw the dried up tears. "Chloe..." He took a step back finally seeing the outcome of his actions. "When you asked if you could have the mark removed I went crazy, that means you want to leave me and I can't let you," I could tell he felt obligated to tell me why he did it. To maybe show that it was not his fault but mine because I'm the one who wanted to ask that question. He is putting the blame on me. 

"I hate you." I gritted through my teeth. 

He says he didn't mean it, but that is crap. It's like if I had a bat and swung it at his head. Then saying it was an accident. I could never be with a man like that. I had to make this separation between us fast, or he was going to ruin me, one step at a time. 

"You don't mean that," he said 

I saw the action coming once his arms went wide. Even with his vampire speed he couldn't catch me as I slipped under his arm. I raced to the front door thinking this was my escape before remembering about the guards and stopped in my tracks. A figure bumped into me making me fly forward before they grabbed a hold of my hips and slammed my body back. 

I screeched so loud when the arms made contact with my bruises. The noise echoed through the building resulting in Kally and her husband running downstairs immediately. Once they saw the sight happening in front of them Kally leaned into Drew whispering in his ear. He looked in my direction before giving a nod and walking the way he came from, while she came down the stairs. 

"I told everyone in the building that everything is okay," Kally said, talking to Trent. 

Everything is not okay. 

"So now that that's all settled I want both of you to tell me what is going on! I leave you guys for a little less than an hour and start to hear this entire racket." She pointed to Trent and me. 

I kept trying to wiggle out of Trent's embrace, with no avail.  

I gave another high pitched scream. "Let go of me!"  

Kally's eyes instantly looked in my direction. "Trent what are you doing to her?" 

"She tried to leave me! Couldn't you tell, she was making a run for the doors," He seemed to be pleading with his sister to understand him. 

Kally looked at me tight lipped as she examined me until they found those two awful spots on my shoulders.  

"Trent, let go of her!" her words held power behind them. 

Looking at Trent he seemed reluctant to do so, but when he did I took a quick glance to the front door and started to make a run upstairs. I wanted to make as much distance between us as I could. I didn't even say "thank you" to Kally for making Trent let me go. For all I knew Kally only did that to gain my trust back because she knew she lost it. And once she got it back she would probably just abuse it again. 

The only words I spoke when going up the stairs was to Trent as I yelled, "You were wrong, you did hurt me!"  

For once my previous instincts were wrong about him. 

I didn't hear any footsteps behind me as I only heard Kally telling Trent I just needed more time.  

When I reached the familiar bedroom door I opened it and went inside, quickly slamming it behind me. I then went into the bathroom and locked it before flicking on the lights and looking at my reflection in the closest mirror.  

My hair was spiked up in a million directions. My eyes were bloodshot and had puffy red marks underneath. The straps of my dress fell off letting me get a perfect view of the terrible bruises, they looked worse in the light. My idea for coming in the bathroom was to freshen up and to take a shower. It helped me relax the one time I did, but now it didn't seem so good when my shoulders throbbed. 

Instead I sunk down to the floor to give my legs a break from holding up my body for so long. I also needed to stop talking, I was losing my voice from yelling so much, and it hurt when I did. At least with Greg I rarely talked so this never happened before. 

Right when I started to drift to sleep on the hard tile, a knock was heard on the bathroom door. 

I seemed to contemplate if I should open it or not, but apparently whoever it was had a key as a soft click was heard and the door widened.

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First of all... THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw that this story had about 10,000 reads and 500 votes! Also, I hope you guys are happy because I updated a week earlier because one of my readers told me to update before april. This chapter is also long! (Well at least for me). I hope it wasn't that boring because it mostly explained some things. And Chloe with her mixed feelings.

BIG NEWS: I decided to participate in camp nanowrimo this april! My word count is 20,000 which is low compared to the usual 50,000, but to me its a lot if I want to work on two stories. If you have ever participated in any type of nanowrimo I would love to hear about it :)

Updates will stay the same though (every other week) Im working on trying to make the time spand shorter, but I don't pre-write my chapters and its already hard as it is...

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