A/N: I know it has been forever since i updated but nobody really seemed to mind the wait... :tear: Anyway, here's the fourth chapter. Please review!

Gideon walked out of the deserted apartment building just as the last rays of light disappeared and the street lights flickered on. That girl was going to drive him insane. He sighed. At least he had successfully ditched her or so he thought. He heard a squeak and looked up at the side of the building. There she was, on the foot wide ledge three stories up, closing the window to his bathroom. He rolled his eyes and leapt onto the ledge and walked over to her.


She whipped around at the sound of her name and nearly fell off the ledge, but Gideon caught her and pulled her back onto the ledge.

"Evelyn, what were you thinking?" he demanded harshly.

"I was thinking that you were already gone," she admitted quietly.

"If I hadn't been here, you could have gotten hurt," he scolded.

"Yeah, so what's it to you?" she snapped.

"I don't want you to get hurt," he replied quickly then his eyes widened in realization. "I mean, I don't enjoy watching people suffer. I'm not sadistic," he back tracked. She cocked her eyebrow at him. "Come on, let's just go."

"You're letting me come?"

"Yeah, I guess," he conceded. "Now come on," he said as he offered her his hand. She looked confused. He smirked. "Come on, I won't bite."

"I guess I'll take your word for it," she said as she gave her hand and he pulled her close and jumped off the building and landed gracefully on his feet and let her go.

"Thanks," she said quietly then she turned abruptly and started walking down the sidewalk.

"Whoa, whoa, wait up," he said although he had no real trouble keeping up with her.

"So where are we going?"

"I don't know, I'm just kind of a wanderer," he answered with a shrug.

"Can we get me clothes before all of the shops close?" she asked as she looked up at him pleadingly.

"Do you have money?" he asked. She nodded. "Then sure, I don't see why not."

He took the lead and they passed shops that were starting to close and Evelyn started to get worried, she wanted new clothes. She was not enjoying the strange looks people were giving her as they passed on the streets.

"Everything is closing. Where are we going, Gideon?" Evelyn asked impatiently as she scuttled along next to him.

"Don't worry, I know a place that won't close for a very long time," he replied with a smirk.

"That didn't answer my question." Then he suddenly stopped in front of a corner store. "This is it?" she asked skeptically. The sign over the door read: "Thrift Shop." Her jaw dropped. "I don't mean to sound stuck up but I don't think I should be shopping at a thrift store."

"How much money do you have?" he asked as he turned toward her.

"A little over fifty bucks, why?"

"That'll get you a lot more here than it will anywhere else in New York," he explained as he opened the door. "Plus, the owner's a friend of mine."

She stopped dead in her tracks. "A friend of yours?" she asked suspiciously.

"Hey, not all my friends are vampires," he replied with a chuckle as he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. "But this one is."

"Gideon!" she shouted in frustration as she punched his chest.

"Gideon? What did you do this time?" a feminine voice asked from the back of the store.

"Nothing, Jesse," he replied and he nodded toward the back of the store for Evelyn to follow, which she did reluctantly.

They walked into the very back of the store where Evelyn thought no one was supposed to go and she got more uncomfortable with each passing second. Gideon led her through a door that plainly said "employees only" on it and she was greeted with the sight of a slightly overweight, horribly average looking woman unpacking clothes out of a box. The woman looked to be in her early twenties, she had pasty skin, dark ruby eyes and a shock of curly red hair.

"Who's your friend, Gideon?" she asked pointedly.

"This is Evelyn, Evelyn this is Jesse," Gideon introduced as if he hadn't noticed her pointed glare at him. "Will you please relax, Jesse, she knows."

"She knows, Gideon? She knows?" Jesse yelled in disbelief. "You know what's going to happen, don't you?"

"Not if you keep quiet, Jess. Please, for me?" he pleaded. "You can just pretend you never saw her, but I could use a little help."

She sighed and took one pitying look at Evelyn before turning back to Gideon. "What do you need?"

"She's got fifty dollars, how much can she get?" Gideon asked.

"Plenty," Jesse said; her mood did a 180. "I just got in some new stuff; hon, what size are you?" she asked as she turned toward Evelyn.

"Huh? Oh, um… a two in pants and a small in shirts and I think a zero in dresses and stuff like that," Evelyn answered quietly.

"You're like half my size," Jesse said with a chuckle.

"I think you're perfect Jess," Gideon said with a grin.

"Shut up," Jess said with a chuckle. "Come on, hon, let's see what we can get you," Jesse said as she led Evelyn into the main part of the store and started piling clothes into her waiting arms. Gideon just sat on the counter and watched in amusement.

Jesse piled item after item of clothing into Evelyn's arms, at one point she was sure she was going to fall over if Jesse gave her anything else. "Um, Jesse, I don't think I can hold anymore," Evelyn said timidly.

"Oh, well then I guess we should start trying things on, shouldn't we?" Jesse asked excitedly before dragging Evelyn off toward the back part of the store again. It was actually a pretty nice dressing room, lots of hooks, but the full length mirror was outside in the small sitting area. "Now Evelyn, every time to try something on, you must come out and show us, alright?"

"Um, sure, I guess," Evelyn conceded as she walked into the fitting room.

"Gideon," Jesse hissed so softly that Evelyn couldn't hear her, "Do you know how much trouble that girl is going to go through because of you?"

"Yeah, Jess, I know, I know. But I mean I was planning to kill her but I just couldn't. You know I don't want any trouble but really, Jess, I couldn't," Gideon tried to explain in an equally low voice.

"This is really getting to you isn't it?" Jesse asked with less anger and more astonishment. Gideon nodded mutely. "Gideon…" she sighed, "I need to know. Why couldn't you kill her?"

"Her eyes; she looked up at me with so much fear… and for just a second I was looking at my little sister when she saw what I had become and I just couldn't bring myself to finish the job." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "My little sister had the most beautiful emerald eyes," he gulped, "And I killed her, Jess, I killed my own little sister; I couldn't bear to do it again."

"Aw, Gideon, why didn't you ever tell me?" Jesse asked as she gave him a reassuring hug.

"Never told anyone," he muttered.

Then Evelyn walked out of the dressing room wearing a jean skirt and a button down shirt, but the cuffs were all screwed up. "Um, Jesse, I'm not quite sure what I did wrong…" Gideon couldn't help but chuckle at her helplessness; it almost lifted his mood a little.

"Come here, you've got the cuffs all wrong, dear," Jesse said as she beckoned Evelyn over to her. She obediently came over and Jesse began to fix her cuffs for her. It wasn't until Evelyn's eyes met Gideon's that he realized he'd been staring. She seemed to notice his dull mood; she looked almost worried. She smiled at him in an attempt to raise his spirits. It worked for a moment, until she looked back at Jesse to see what she was doing.

Throughout the rest of the evening and into the early night, he couldn't pull his gaze away from her and the need to protect her and be around her swelled to epic proportions. Jesse seemed to notice his slight change in demeanor although Evelyn did not.

Evelyn had hardly gone through thirty dollars when Jesse dragged out the evening gowns and dresses. "Jesse, where do you think I'm going to wear this kind of thing? I already told you how unwilling he was to let me out to go shopping," Evelyn pointed out with a chuckle.

"I might consider letting you out more often if you wouldn't try to sneak out when I decided not to take you," Gideon countered.

Evelyn stuck her tongue out at him then turned back to Jesse. "I don't think I'll need any dresses like this, Jess. Seriously, when would I wear them?"

Jesse smirked in Gideon's direction. "Gideon can be quite the gentleman when he feels like it, you never know, he may decide to take you somewhere nice," she said with a wink at Gideon.

"She's got a point. I like getting dressed up every once and awhile," Gideon conceded.

Evelyn looked confused for a minute then shook her head. "If it'll make you two happy, I'll get one but I still don't see the need." She took one of the dresses Jesse was carrying into the fitting room.

"Jesse, what kind of stunt are you trying to pull?" Gideon hissed once the curtain of the dressing room was closed.

"Come on, Gideon, I was watching you. You like her… a lot. And I don't want you to screw it up," Jesse answered matter-of-factly.

"Passing fancy," Gideon said dismissively.

"Really? Well, then you wouldn't mind if I fed after you were done with her?" Jesse asked and she got precisely the reaction she was looking for.

He blanched. "Jesse, no. You wouldn't do that to me," he pleaded and then he realized he'd fallen into her trap.

Jesse grinned. "Passing fancy, huh?"

"Shut up." His wittier response was cut off by Evelyn walking back into the room.

"Jesse, it doesn't feel right."

"Yeah, hon, that dress isn't for you," Jesse said as she shook her head then rifled through the pile of dresses until she found a suitable one. "Try this one."

And Evelyn was gone once again. "So what if I do like her, Jess? She isn't one of us, it wouldn't work," Gideon said as he watched the curtain.

"So make her one of us."

"I can't. I already created a vampire."

"Huh? Why don't you tell me anything anymore?" Jesse asked in disbelief.

"Again, I've never told anyone. I changed a girl a couple of centuries ago. I thought she loved me but when I changed her she rejected me and killed herself because she was afraid of what she had become," Gideon explained distantly.

"Don't you get a do over? You know cause the first time it didn't work," Jesse asked quietly.

"You and I both know it doesn't work that way," Gideon said just before Evelyn walked out again.

This time the dress was perfect. It fit her like a glove, hugging every curve; the silky green fabric wrapped around her body like it was a second skin. It was fitted all the way down to her hips then it flared out smoothly.

"I like this one," Evelyn said as she walked farther into the room sending ripples through the silky fabric.

"I like it, too. It's like it was made for you," Jesse said as she stood and walked around Evelyn looking her up and down. "This is definitely your dress. Spin."

Evelyn spun and the dress fanned out around her. It had a pretty modest neckline that left a lot to the imagination and the straps came around to her back where they crossed in a repeating diamond pattern down her back before they tied at her waist.

Gideon was so busy staring that he didn't notice her talking to him. "Gideon," she said as she waved her hand in front of his face.

"Huh? Yeah, what?" he asked quickly.

"I asked you what you thought," she said oddly.

"You look amazing," he replied with a soft smile.

"Thanks," she said then she noticed his hidden expression. "Are you okay?"

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine," he answered.

"You don't seem fine, are you sure?" Evelyn pressed. "Don't try to lie to me again; you know you suck at it."

"I'm not lying. I really am fine, relax Evie," Gideon said; it was a much smoother lie than the one from earlier that day. This was one lie he was used to telling.

"Okay, but I'm watching you," she replied as she pointed at her eyes then back at him before walking back into the dressing room and finishing up what Jesse had picked out for her.

A/N: Mkay. I have one thing to say to you people and listen cause it's really important...


Kieto: I do believe in vampires! I do! I do!