Sorry for taking so long but this is finals week. Enjoy my lovelys. I promise the next chapter will be twice as long.

PLEASE REVIEW!! I will not post a fourth chapter until I have at least four reviews. Why continue a twenty five chapter story if nobody is reading it? Constructive criticism is always welcomed.

The door didn't slam when he had walked in here. Not even his footsteps made a sound. For some reason, it seemed he had been waiting here.

The touch of his finger tips was cool. Shivers ran down my overheated body.

"Why don't you want to die?" he asked puzzled. No panic was in his voice. Not even my current state intimidated him.

The question repeated over and over in my head.

"Please..," I said. My voice was barely audible.

"So you want to live? Even though your whole life is pathetic, you want to live?" he chuckled, stunned by this. Wow, insults to a dying woman here? You're a gentleman.

No, I want to rot in this bathroom cell.

"Y..es.."

Deep in thought, he starred at the ground.

"Alright," he whispered. Our foreheads touched and our faces were so close. Only our eyes could look into each other. "I choose to save you"

His hand reached out towards mine and his grip tightened around my wrist. A flick can from the switch blade he pulled from his back pocket. What was he doing? Nothing, no answer came to mind of how that knife may save my life.

Wasn't it just my luck that my rescuer was a psycho?

Look away, don't witness the scene. Mouth open wide, a scream ready to echo the whole damn place down, but no sound. I was beginning to lose consciousness.

A thick line of blood flowed down onto the floor from my slit wrist. Stranger repeated the same task on my other wrist.

No pain could be felt from the blade's tip. Thankfully the poison had numbed my body.

Tears ran down my cheeks and the darkness had finally engulfed me. No heart beat.

Sadly, I don't blame him for not saving my life. Life deserved better than me.

The draining blood in my body pulsed no more strength, head bent downwards, eyes slowly closed. Lips still parted, I felt something cold and wet being pressed up against my mouth. A liquid ran down my throat, no taste could describe it other than three words. Iron, water, or blood. But something stirred inside me. Slowly my senses began to return and I was coming back to life. This drink, blood, water, whatever it was, had to be the elixir of life. So I drank, and sucked on whatever was flushing this drink down my throat.

Like a movie running through my mind, I saw my current state from earlier. It was as though I was watching it from strangers point of view. Wow, I never thought I could look so pathetic and disgusting. This shot was from earlier, when I had heard stranger walk in. Then my mind was shifted to a new place, a serene garden. Peace radiated from this place. I felt so serene, so heavenly, so peaceful.

Opening my eyes to see what drink had given me such serenity, I instantly jerked my mouth away. Strangers mutilated wrists, bitten by a dog or maybe even himself, had been giving me this drink of life. Blood had run down my throat and down my chest.

Then, white flashes of pain exploded every inch of my body. Nothing, no injury, or torture could ever relate to this pain.

Reluctantly, my voice returned to its full force. I hunched over and wrapped my arms around my chest. Over and over again I screamed. Maybe the more I screamed, the pain will escape. This unbelievable brilliant pain.

Maybe death would have been better. What ever this is, this transformation, this poison that he gave me from his blood, was not worth the pain.

A familiar cold touch began to gently stroke my back. It then occurred to me, while going through this unbearable mind fucking pain, that I was practically naked. But at the moment, who cares. Just please, don't stop this soothing touch. It limited the pain by a centimeter, still unbearable, but a speck of relief. He continued to rub my back, trying to calm me down.

After ten long minutes, the pain ceased. It slowly began to fade, just like my heart beat had a while ago, and then stopped. Only the sound of my heavy breathing echoed through out the bathroom. Strength had returned to my body. With no shakiness or hesitation, easily sat up.

We sat there in silence for two minutes. Finally, he first broke the ice over this whole mystery.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he said in a silk smooth voice. He cracked a smile at his own little jest.

Oh if I had your knife

My lips trembled. What happened to me? No heart beat. Warmth barely radiated from my skin. My skin!

It was pale, cream white. Sure, I was always very pale. But this color, this LACK OF ANY COLOR..left me white as a statue.

"What…what…happened to me…oh my god…what…happened.." I started to hyperventilate. Stranger just rolled his eyes and stood up. All of this bizzarness didn't seem to upset him, not even surprise him.

I never really had this close of an up look of him. He was tall and had a muscular frame. Not bulky like the bouncers here. This dark demeanor surrounded him. What really was memorizing about him though were those eyes. Bright cold sapphires. His under eye lips were amazing dark, like purple eye shadow had been rubbed on. But those eyes just shone through that dark demeanor.

"Well then…let's go your clothes back on, shall we?..or what's left of your clothes…" he said while picking up my ripped dress. It torn all the way down the side.

After inspecting the dress, he threw it into a bathroom stall. He shook off his black trench coat that reached to his mid thigh, but would reach to my knees.

"Will this do?...it's not a dress…but it'll cover you more…you don't want to be walking around in underwear do you?" he asked slowly, speaking to me like a child. I just sat on the floor, still in my lingerie. Dried blood now flaked on my arms, down my chin, and breast. Wonder what was going through his mind with my appearance.

But I didn't care. I couldn't move. I still was stunned.

My wrists had been slit but are healed with a bright scar, breathing was no longer a requirement, no heart thudded in my chest, no heat remained in my body, and my skin…my stone white skin.

I snapped.

"What the fuck did you do to me?!?!" I screamed. The bathroom walls echoed my frantic voice.

No emotion shown on his face. He just starred into my eyes. Then I begun to feel awkward about my outburst. After a minute he bent down on knee in front of me, our faces so close within touch.

With a smirk, he leaned in and spoke in my ear, his cool breath sending goose bumps down my spine.

"I saved you."

Then why did I feel and look so…dead?

Stranger leaned back and extended his hand. Why even argue? I finally gave in to whatever he had in store for me. It seemed whatever Strangers blood had done to me, I was able to stand up at ease with no problem.

No sickness or ailment lingered in my body. In fact, I felt better than ever.

For the first time I felt embarrassed for my nakedness. Quickly I snatched the coat out of his grasp and slipped it over my shoulders.

"Well then, I think you've had enough for one night love, perhaps it's time we leave..?"

I nodded and headed towards the door, then stopped.

A piece of metal from the rafters in the club impaled the door handle.

How this have possible could happened? Stranger walked up behind me, with his hands in his pockets.

"They were coming here to look for you, to see if the poison had worked…I had to stop them somehow without causing a ….scene."

What the hell, lets toss in super human strength too.

Stranger. Stranger. Stranger. Now then, the name really didn't suite him anymore. The man was no longer a stranger..

Maybe it's time he had a name.

"Who are you?" I asked.

No reply came from him. Ignoring me while he walked over to the window, I still kept on starring at him, not dropping the question. Stranger opened the largest window and turned to me.

"It's time we leave…"

Fists pounded on the door. Zach's men and bladder filled women must be outside the door.

"What's your name," I repeated the question with a more firm voice. Finally, there was an answer.

"Christian, my name is Christian. Are you happy? Now love, can we please leave? You're a young vampire and five male humans might be too much for you to kill tonight."

Okay my lovely readers, I hope you have enjoyed my third installment of endless nights. The next chapter shall be up in about four days. I am currently going through finals so it might take a few extra days to get the fourth one up. More action and dialogue will come into the next chapter. The first three are always the hardest to set the stage.

I must warn readers that the upcoming chapters, not the fourth, fifth, or sixth, but seven and up will have very detailed horror/gore and there will also be steamy sex scenes.

PLEASE REVIEW!! I will not post a fourth chapter until I have at least four reviews. Why continue a twenty five chapter story if nobody is reading it? Constructive criticism is always welcomed.

PBArcadia- Thank you love for being my first review. I wouldn't have posted this third chapter if it wasn't for you.