A/N: My friend and I wrote this together. What I wrote is in the normal font, and her's is in the bold font. I thought I might tell you that just in case it was a bit confusing.

Chapter 1: Sugar or Vinegar

He chained me up in the dungeon, like he did every night, and watched me shiver. He liked when I was uncomfortable, it made him all tingly. He watched and laughed as I balled myself up to stay warm. After a while, my vain struggles lost interest and he walked upstairs to his nice warm bed.

I stayed there, growing more and more exhausted, and I eventually drifted into a cold, feather light sleep.

--Dream--

I woke up in a white fluffy bed with black silk sheets. I was nude and the smooth fabric felt exquisite on my young skin. I felt a warm body next to mine. I ran my fingers over the strong, bitten neck; the pulse was strong too. I circled the hole in his neck with my thumb. We must have made love, me and this beautiful stranger. He rolled over.

"You're awake," he smiled a perfect smile. His eyes were a deep blue, much more beautiful than Damien’s cold grey eyes. Damien was the man who had locked me in the dungeon.

"I guess," I chuckled a bit. The dark haired man pulled me into a deep kiss.

"What did you say your name was?" he asked when he pulled away.

"Jordan," I said, "What did you say yours was?”

“It’s Sam,” he said and rolled onto his back. His chest was strong and taunt as well. He rubbed his neck, “You’re teeth hurt like hell, man you can bite! But you’re a vampire so that’s expected, right?”

“I guess,” I said and ran my hand down his chest. I leaned in and kissed his golden, tanned skin, focusing most of my attention on his nipples.

“You know how to make a man feel good, don’t you Jordan.”

“Guess so,” I said and ran my hand down his hard stomach. He pulled me on top of him and stared at my nude body.

“Wow you’re sexy,” he said and ran his hand over my chest.

“Sam, how old are you?” I was curious.

“I’m however old you want me to be. I could be fifteen like you or I could be older like Damien. It’s you’re dream.”

“Then how come I didn’t get to choose your name?”

“Eh, I really like the name Sam.”

“Oh, okay,” I said as he pulled me down so our chests were pressed together. He ran his hand down my somewhat muscular back and reached for my ass. He ran his finger through the crevice and slowly slid his finger inside of my opening. He slid out from under me and straddled my upper thighs. He leaned in close to me, his lips by my ear, “I want to make love to you.”

I turned around and looked at him, “Go for it. Why would I turn down a hot guy?”

“I don’t know?” he said as I turned back around. I felt him reach for something, and then heard a squirting noise. I felt a cool gel as he pressed into me. Then the dream was over.

--End Dream--

My eyes opened to the sound of a creaking door. My gaze was fixed upon Damien, who was smiling at me. He seemed to think that I had enjoyed my night, freezing my ass off, and then some. Of course he knew I hadn’t, but that didn’t matter at all.

“Sleep well?” he asked with a sugar-coated voice. Ass.

“No, I didn’t,” I replied, trying as hard as possible to not let the anger show in my voice.

“Well, how about some breakfast?”

Food! Oh my sweet God! Just imagining all of the possibilities for a morning meal could have made me drool all over the icy cold cement floor. What else was my reaction supposed to be like? I hadn’t eaten in four days.

Nodding vigorously, I got to my feet, only to fall right back down. My legs, where were they?! I looked down, they were there, but they were numb. Cursing lowly, I tried once again, only to fail. A small chuckle was Damien’s response to my vain attempts.

“Something wrong Jordan? You seem to have forgotten something.”

My gaze followed his, as I looked down at my bound arms. So even if I could stand up, I couldn’t move.

Being the oh-so-nice lover that Damien was, I ended up being carried out of the dungeon. The large steel door slammed behind us; the sound echoed through the velvet carpeted hallway. The warmth was so sudden, it had caused me to shiver uncontrollably. My icy cold blood finally began to warm up, as did the rest of my body.

Right when we turned the corner in the hall dozens of scents came to my nose. Bacon, eggs, waffles, toast, ham; I practically jumped right out of Damien’s arms and right into a chair. It seemed to me that all my body needed to move was a little motivation.

“Thank you Damien!”

“Heh, no problem. Go ahead and eat,” he just smiled as I jumped into a chair, picked up a fork, and began to stuff my face with food.

Yeah Damien was a sadistic freak, and in the weirdest kind of ways. But come daytime he was like a fucking schizophrenic angel.

It was actually quite terrifying. Never knowing when I could joke around with him, or when I was going to get at least two meals a day. Talk about keeping someone on their toes.

“Um, Damien, what are we doing today?” I asked softly.

“I don’t know, it’s up to you.”

“W-what? I-I didn’t catch that—”

“It’s-up-to-you. It’s your birthday, don’t you remember?”

May 25th. I forgot. I really forgot my own birthday. No wonder I got all of this food. What a way to ruin my day. He was only being nice because it was my birthday. That was all.

“Oh, I—I guess I forgot.”

“It’s kind of sad that you could forget your own birthday,” he laughed.

“Y-yeah—” I chuckled lightly with a fake smile.

“So, you never said what you wanted to do today. If you don’t choose within the hour we’ll go visit my brother. I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“Y-your b-brother?”

“Yes my brother. Oh wait, the last time he was here you were lock up in the dungeon.

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” I muttered.

“What was that?!” he grabbed my chin roughly.

“You obviously heard,” I said smugly. Only later did I realize that this was a bad idea when I felt Damien’s cold hand whip across my face.

“Don’t get smart with me!” he threw me to the floor, “I was trying to make your birthday perfect, but no, you just go and act like a smart ass! You should just be fucking glad that I found you when I did. If it weren’t for me you wouldn’t be turning sixteen!”

“I probably would have been better off if I would have never met you!” I yelled.

“Don’t argue with me,” he turned away.

“Why not? You’re always up for a good fight, or a good reason to beat me.”

“Not today, I don’t want to ruin your day. Now just tell me what you want to do today.”

I got up off the floor, “I don’t know what I want to do,” I said quietly.

“Well, do you want to go shopping?”

“No,” I said switching from foot to foot.

“Do you want to see a movie or something?”

I shook my head, “We can just go to your brother’s house. I don’t know what I want to do.”

He lifted my chin, “I don’t care if you don’t want to go to my brother’s house. It’s your birthday; we can do whatever you want to do. I promise I won’t get mad.”

“I still don’t know what I want to do.”

“Fine then, we’ll go to my brother’s place and surprise him. Does that sound good?” he looked at me with soft eyes.

“It sounds fine,” I said.

“Good,” he kissed my forehead, “Now run along and go take a shower.”

“Wait, what’s your brother’s name?” I asked.

“Sam,” he said, “Why?”

I paused, remembering my dream, “No reason. How old is he?”

“Twenty, he’s two years younger than me. Now go take your shower.”

I did what I was told and ran into the bathroom across the hall from Damien’s bedroom. I didn’t have a room of my own so I was forced to use this bathroom and wear clothes form his closet.

I went to the bathroom and stripped down. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. It was immediately warm and felt good on my cool skin. I scrubbed my body thoroughly at least three times. I washed my hair even more. By the time I was done I was surprised that my skin and hair were still intact.

I dried off and brushed my teeth before heading over to Damien’s room.

“Took you long enough,” he said smugly.

“I wanted to be nice and clean for our visit. I didn’t want to get there and have you be embarrassed because of my hygiene.”

“Well that was awfully nice of you, sweetheart. Now put these on,” he held out a pair of dark denim jeans.

“Okay,” I let my towel drop and I grabbed the pants. I pulled them over my skinny legs and buttoned them so they were resting on my bony hips.

“They’re perfect,” Damien said happily, “Now go pick out a shirt.”

I paused, replaying in my mind what he had said. I had to make sure that I had heard him correctly. When I was sure that I had, I went into his closet and rummaged through his vast selection of shirts. I picked a yellow Blood Brothers shirt that had eyes all over it. I found a thin black tie and out it on as well. I walked out of the closet to share with him what I had picked.

He stood up immediately, “You look like a slob! You can’t wear that tie with a shirt that lacks a collar!” he pulled the tie off me, “Now go put on a button down shirt or put one on under that one.”

I followed his orders and reentered the closet. I found a cute black pinstripe button-down t-shirt and put it on underneath the Blood Brothers tee. I stepped out of the closet once more.

“Is this better?” I asked.

“Yes, much,” he tied the tie around my neck. He brushed some of my black hair out of my eyes, “Now you look adorable.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“Well we should head out now,” he bound towards the door.

“Okay,” I said softly and followed after Damien. I walked out to the little blue BMW parked in front of the house. He started it up when I slid in and we were off.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading and I hope you guys liked it! Please review!!