A/n: Okay, so I know what you're thinking: How dare she give us such a great story, then ditch us for like a year, then drag her sorry ass back after leaving us high and dry for so long? HOW DARE SHE! And to that I say, I am soooooooooooooooooooo terribly sorry you have no idea. I was honestly about ready to retire from FP and basically writing period since I never really have time for this stuff anymore with all my school stuff, but, I made a commitment long ago to this story (which my BFF who is also a member on this site) just reminded me of, and I've decided to come back long enough just to finish this story off. I had a sequel in mind, but I've decided to just in this story here and thing take my leave with at least one memorable story. Thanks so much to ALL my reviewers, and the people who have PM'd me telling me to bring my butt back and finish this. I would name you all but I don't think I have enough space so please accept this general acknowledgment to you all. Thanks and lets get back to the newest update of 'Bite Me'. And, if you can't remember what's happened before, you may wanna backtrack and recap, don't worry, I'm not going anywhere again.

Oh, and I will be making MAJOR changes to this story (I.E.: adding characters, changing a few things, the entire plot, yada yada). It won't be anything too drastic, it's just this story was heading way too in the 'Twilight' direction for me (yes, I finally admitted that I may have used Stephanie Meyer as inspiration a little before and I apologize for that) but now, I totally have my own brand new idea for this story that will blow you away, starting with this chapter. So, enjoy. And sorry about about the wait.

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~*Bite Me*~

By, Good Girls Like Bad Boys

Chapter 21

By the time Monday rolled around, I was so anxious to see Thomas that I could barely stand it. After the awkward - near down right creepy at time - meeting with his vampire family, I just felt like there was nothing else between us. I knew everything about him, and he knew everything about me. There were absolutely no secrets between us; what could be better than that?

I didn't get a chance to see his yesterday however. He told me that he had some 'family business' to attend to, whatever the hell that meant. He promised that he'd pick me up for school today however so I figured that I could wait a little while longer to be in his arms again. It was weird, after Taylor dumped me - ouch, it still stings when I think about that - I never thought it'd feel so good to be held by someone, and to have someone tell me that they love me and actually mean it - well, someone who isn't my mom or friends anyways.

But screw Taylor. I may not be over him yet, but I was sure as hell moving on faster even day, even if he was beginning to regret letting go of the best thing that ever happened to him now. With Taylor, everyday would be a mystery if I chose to take him back. I'd be wondering everyday when he was finally going to get tired of me again, and begin moving on to ever Jack, Dick, and Kevin (his little kiss-buddy I saw him with at the mall in my favorite store a week after he dumped me) that came along. But, with Thomas, I knew that he needed me just as much as I did him. We completed each other him and I.

At the first beeping of my alarm clock that morning, I ripped my bed sheets away and raced out of my bed into my bathroom to take a hot shower, dry and straighten my tangled, damp hair before it got into that curly, puffy state that I despised, before I jogged back into my bedroom to get dressed.

I rummaged through my closet, checking every single article of clothing I had, but nothing seemed right for today. With a huff, I reached over to my desk and snatched my phone off the cradle, dialing in the first number that came to mind. After three long rings, a drowsy female voice filled my ears.

"What the hell do you want this early?"

"Well good morning to you too, sunshine," I replied sarcastically, holding up a baby-blue t-shirt over my chest in front of the mirror on the inside of my closet door.

"What is it, Leslie? I'm busy," she replied tersely.

"Busy sleeping?"

"Yes, not everyone gets up at the crack of dawn like you do."

Ah, there was nothing like the always refreshing cranky morning Tatum.

"It's going on seven-thirty, Tatum. But moving on; I need help picking out an outfit for today. Something that says, 'even though you have the weirdest family I've ever met, I still love you and want to be with you no regardless'. You've been in my closet more than I have: any suggestions?"

"Just one," she replied, futility trying to stifle a yawn.

"I'm listening."

"Get off my phone and worry about your own damn fashion crisis, 'kay?"

Without waiting for me to reply, I was confronted with the sound of the dead line. That little skank hung up on me. Deciding that I'd get her back for that later, I hung up the phone and dialed in the next number I could think of.

"Hello?" Surprisingly, a male voice answered.

"Wyatt?" I asked. "What the hell are you doing answering Jessica's phone?"

"I'm picking her up this morning," he replied smoothly. "We decided we'd get out a little earlier to go get some coffee and doughnuts from Starbucks. You wanna come?"

"No thanks, I still haven't even gotten dressed yet- but bring me a doughnut would ya? And speaking of getting dressed, I need outfit advice," I told him.

His tone was confused as he said, "And you're calling me?"

"No, I called Jess, but since you answered, what kind of outfit says 'I love you even after meeting your Adams-like family'?" I inquired, modeling another shirt which I, again, tossed out onto my bed in the pile I deemed useless. What was I smoking when I even bought that eye-sore.

"Leslie, dude, did you forget that I'm straight? I'm lucky if I can find a clean shirt to put on, less orchestrate an outfit. Here, talk to Jess."

There was a soft rustling in the background followed by hushed whispers before Jessica's cheery voice was heard over the line.

"Morning, Les!"

"Hey, Jess. Look, I need outfit advice and I'm sure Wyatt's already explained to you what I'm looking for, correct?"

"Yeah, an, 'Your family creeped me out a bit but I still wanna be with you' look, right?" she asked.

"Yup. So, what do you think?"

"Try that new green and pink argyle sweater you bought last Friday, and those jeans."

"Ooh, the one I got with that belt that matches with the shoes?" I speculated, smiling eagerly.

"Yeah, and the one that goes with the bracelet, that you bought for the shirt at the place."

"But I bought the bracelet for the yellow from the other place beside the place that I bought the shirt with the jeans that..."

"Had the cute designs on the pockets, oh yeah..."

"Oh, my god! I've gotta get me some real guy friends!" I suddenly heard Wyatt scream in the background. "This is torture!"

Frowning, I said, "Tell him I'm gonna get him back for that comment later. I've gotta go Jess, I'll see you in class."

"Bye, sweetie."

Quickly hanging up the phone, I sorted through everything I'd thrown out until I found the jeans and sweater than we'd been talking about and quickly hurried back into my bathroom to put them on.

Twenty minutes later, after I was fully dressed and prepped for school, I headed downstairs into the kitchen where my parents had left a note on the counter telling me that they had both been called in for work early and that there was fresh coffee in the pot and my mom's famous - well, not famous, but very tasty - vegetarian cheese omelets in the oven.

Pouring myself a mug of coffee I sat it down on the kitchen table and grabbed the remote to turn on the television. I figured that I'd skip out on the omelet if Wyatt brought me that doughnut-- which he better.

Now, normally, whenever the news was on I'd instantly turn away since it everything it talked about would only put a damper on my day, but today, the image of a familiar-faced girl with long golden-blonde locks that took of the entire screen had me turning up the volume to it's maximum limit.

"... The fourth victim in a string of mysterious disappearances in our once quiet city. Reports say that Kellie Preston never returned home last night from an outing with friends who all say that they hadn't seen or heard from her since they departed at the mall. If you have any information as to the whereabouts of Kellie please call the number below..."

Next, a row of four pictures - Kellie's included - appeared on the screen. They all ranged from ages that looked from teenagers to elderly. See, this is why I didn't like watching the news. I couldn't believe that Kellie had actually gone missing. Well, she was known for being a cold-hearted, theatrical bitch. She probably just got mad at her parents and ran off with some guy or something. She'd probably be back in a little while.

Sighing, I polished off what was left of my coffee and got up to drop the mug off into the sink. I'd wash it when I got back home from school.

Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I suddenly heard the familiar sound of a car horn beeping outside.

Snatching my keys up off the counter, I dashed for the door. After I'd locked it behind me, I whirled around to find Thomas already standing on the passenger side of his with the door open, smiling at me. I smiled eagerly back as I made my way down the steps and across the lawn up to him.

As soon as I was in reaching distant he pulled me wrapped his arms around my waist hungrily claimed my lips with his own. All the worries in my brain about the people who could be watching instantly melted away the moment I felt his tongue rolling around inside my welcoming mouth.

Eventually, I regained some of my self control and stepped back to get at least an inch between our faces.

"Wow, someone's and eager beaver this morning."

"I just really missed you yesterday. I missed your breath-taking smile, her perfect blond hair, and your lips."

I was aware that with every compliment he was advancing on me, pulling me closer to him before his lips pecked against my cheek.

"Yeah, yeah; get in the car and drive me to school before we're both late, Romeo," I said, playfully pushing him to the side before I slide into the passengers' seat and he closed the door after me. The whole chivalry thing was nice and all, but I was still a dude; he didn't have to get the door for me. Maybe I'd remind him a little later. I didn't want to spoil the moment right now.

He was back into his seat and buckling up the seatbelt in the blink of an eye; damn that super-speed, snuck up on me every time. The car came to life in a soft purr and he pulled away from in front of my house and pointed it in the direction of William J. Kingman High School.

After a few moments of silence, my mind began wondering back to Kellie and I asked, "Did you hear about Kellie Preston?"

"Who?" he asked, not looking away from the road.

"Kellie Preston - cute, blonde, cheerleader. She's also an incredibly manipulative bitch. She disappeared from the mall yesterday."

"Nope, never heard of her," Thomas said easily, almost too easily.

I stared him down for a few moments, but he kept a serene smile on his face and didn't once avert his eyes from the road. Shrugging it off as me just being paranoid, I rested my elbow up in the windowsill and dropped the side of my head into my palms. As I closed my eyes and allowed random thoughts lurking through my brain to surface, my eyes suddenly snapped open. I glanced sideways at Thomas who was still staring peacefully at the road ahead. His skin, it looked so much, brighter than usual. He looked almost... alive. I could swear that I could almost see the faintest hint of color in his cheeks. Where had that come from all of a sudden?

Summing up my thoughts, I inquired, "Where were you last night?"

"Huh?" he asked, his voice sounding a little distant. As if he were deep in thought.

"Where were you last night?" I repeated hesitantly. I didn't want him to think that I was one of those clingy, obsessive boyfriends. But still, I had the right to know, right?

"I was... out," he replied, his voice losing its once airy, and carefree tone for a more curious demeanor.

"Out where?" I persisted.

"Why does it matter, Leslie?"

For the first time since we'd gotten in the car, he looked at me, and I suddenly wished that I'd just kept my big mouth shut. His eyes were hard and mistrustful, and guarded, like he was trying to hide something from me.

"I just wanted to know," I answered, unsure. God, when the hell did the ride from my house to school get so long?

"You don't honestly think I had something to do with that girl's disappearance, don't you?" his tone was very accusing, and very outraged. Why was he getting so upset if he hadn't done anything?

My determined nature instantly flared up, and I found myself staring just as hard back into his eyes that were dead locked on me. "Why are you getting so upset, Thomas? Is there something that you're trying to hide something from me that I should know about?"

When his cold stare deepened into a menacing glare, I assumed that I might have over-stepped my boundaries just a tinsy bit, but I could refuse myself the right to glare back at him. What the hell happened to the peaceful car ride to school with my hair blowing in the wind, and my loving boyfriend and I holding hands over the arm rest that I'd pictured in my head when I woke up this morning? This had suddenly turned into the car ride from hell.

It only got worse when the car was brought to an abrupt halt by crashing into something in front of us. I gasped as I was roughly jerked forward, my face mere inches from smashing against the headboard had it not been for my seatbelt. Thomas didn't even flinch, though his eyes were now narrowed ahead, and his hands were in a rigid grip on the steering wheel.

"All right, who's the crazy fucker?" Oh no. The man in the car in front of us that we'd hit slammed his car door as he jumped out, his face a very interesting hue of red, and he was rubbing his balding head with one hand and holding a baseball cap in the other. "Hey, you, pretty boy. I hope that you have damn good insurance to pay for this!" he screamed at us.

"What do we do?" I whispered to Thomas who was still staring forward blankly through the windshield, though he'd loosened his grip on the wheel.

He turned and basically growled at me, "You stay here; I'll handle this."

I was about to ask just what he meant by that, but he was already out of the car before I could even open my mouth. I sighed and folded my arm across my chest as he walked up to stand in front of the infuriated man who instantly began shouting and waving his arms around, gesturing to the now totaled bumper.

"... I might just own that pretty little car of yours once I'm finished suing your ass, and your parent's asses, too!"

I saw Thomas jaw lock, and I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt, ready to jump in at first sign that he was getting too heated. Then, suddenly, something changed. Thomas face changed to a very angelic expression, and he began speaking, which seemed to instantaneously calm the once outraged man down. I couldn't hear what Thomas was saying to him, but the man just smiled back and nodded. This was way too odd to be normal. How does a once infuriated man, go from screaming and causing a huge commotion, to smiling and shaking hands with the person who just hit him? However, that's what happened, as the man waved to Thomas, wished him well, and then got back into his car and drove off as if everything was just peachy-keen. Thomas slide back into the drivers' seat, and started the car back up without a word.

"Um, hello," I cried. "What the hell just happened?"

"What do you mean, dear?" Okay, I'll ignore the harsh and sarcastic tone of his voice as there are more important things to discuss right now.

"How did you get that dude to calm down so easily? He was flipping out and then, after you say one or two sentences to him, he's instantly calm and gets back into his car and drives off without even getting your information?" Okay, now that I'd actually said it out aloud, it was way too unnatural to even be possible. Stuff like that could never really happen.

"Can't we just ignore it?" Thomas groaned. "We're going to be late for school, Leslie."

"I don't care," I snapped. Wow, was that really me, Leslie Matthews, saying that? "I want answers Thomas--now."

"Fine, I glamoured him, all right?"

My expression turned confused. "Glamour? What the hell is that?"

"It's kind of like hypnosis, only for vampires. We can use it on humans to... influence them however we see fit."

My eyes grew wide. Was he really saying what I think he was saying? "So you used this... glamour, to get out of paying that man for an accident that was really your fault?" I demanded, my voice getting colder with each word. I was utterly aghast at this. When the hell did Thomas start acting like an insensitive jerk again?

"Well if you had just shut up and let me drive without giving me the third degree about the disappearance of some cheerleader in the first place, then maybe I would have been paying more attention," he hissed back at me, and I flinched as if I'd just been slapped in the face. "Wait, Leslie I didn't mean..."

Glowering at him, I yanked on the handle to my door and forced it open. Grabbing my things from the back, I slung the strap to my bag over my shoulder.

"Leslie? Leslie, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I snapped before I slammed the door closed and started tracking down the sidewalk.

"Oh you can't be serious!" Thomas groused. "Babe, get back in the car, please. I'm really sorry."

"You got that right!" I retorted, keeping my head high as I pushed forward.

"Leslie, you're making a scene. Just cut the drama and get back in the car."

"No!" I hissed before I took off in a sprint down the street. I knew that it wouldn't be long before Thomas was after me. Looking for some escape route, the closes thing I saw was a tiny, barely noticed clearing between the tress, leading off into the woods. It wasn't the best idea I'd ever had, but I really wasn't up for dealing with school, or Thomas right now. Mustering up all of my courage, I took off for the woods as full speed, and soon found myself enveloped in an endless throng of thing pine and large oak trees. I'd overheard a few of the students at school

I heard the sound of Thomas car whiz by, obviously searching for me as I heard my name being called. Walking deeper into the woods to get away from my thoughts, and Thomas voice, my worries about school and just... everything, I heaved a sigh. What now?

"This is stupid," I muttered to myself. Why the hell was I running away from him? Leslie Johnathan Matthews ran from nothing. Rolling my eyes, I stomped my feet and whirled around, completely intent on turning around and going straight back.

"Going somewhere, kitten?"

I gasped, as now, standing before me, was a tall, pale man. He looked to be in his early twenties, and he was very good looking. I'm talking H.O.T. Hot! His eyes were a shade of pale blue, almost lick ice, with a thin strip of orange around the iris, like fire, and his hair was short and wavy strands of medium blonde atop his head. He was shirtless, which instantly knocked the wind out of me when I say his well-toned, stomach. He also wore a pair of black leather pants, and went barefoot. Although incredibly, gorgeous and sexy, I instantly knew that there was something seriously off about this man.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone else was here," I said softly, trying to back away surreptitiously.

He titled his head and smiled at me. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, and moaned as he exhaled, his face looking of pure bliss. "Mm-hm, your smell, it's so... enticing. Though, you belong to another, don't you? I can smell the scent on your skin." His accent was deliciously British, or maybe Australian. But his words...

What the hell was he...?

"Oh, my god. Are you..."

"A vampire?" He took the words out of my mouth. "Why, yes, yes I am. My name is, Raphael..." In a second, I was shoved up against a tree, and his arms were pinning mine about my head while his face hovered inches over my neck. "And you," he whispered into my skin. "Are dessert. What are you"-- he took another long whiff--"B negative?" His bone-chilling cold fingers then trailed their way across the vein, pulsing rapidly with the beat of my heart underneath my skin. "Hmm, he has not fully claimed you yet has he? It smells like you are still a virgin, correct?"

I instantly felt my cheeks heat up, which wasn't such a good idea to be so damn easily embarrassed since I could practically feel his cynical smile growing as he got my blood pumping through my veins.

"Virgin?"

"You have not been bitten," he clarified.

"N-no," I admitted shakily.

"Well, isn't it my lucky day, virgin blood is always the best, it's so... pure. And don't worry," he whispered, kissing the sensitive skin of my neck directly over my vein softly. "I promise that I will be very gentle, since it is your first time and all."

"M-my boyfriend, he's--"

"A vampire, yes I know. I'm sure that I can handle whatever child that has beckoned you to him. Now, this will only hurt a little..."

I snapped my eyes shut as I heard the sound of him shifting. I faintly remember it from when Thomas had shifted in front of me that day in the woods.

A howl of pain sounded quickly after throughout the trees and, at first, I thought that it was my own, but I quickly realized, as I was now able to lower my arms, that it had come Raphael's suddenly agonized yelp.


I know, some cliffhanger for my promising return right? And I've introduced one of many new characters that will rock this story to its core. I promise, the new vampire world I've created for you all I assure you will have you on the edge of your seat for the duration of this story. Now, please leave a review, 'cause reviews are love, and I loves me the love :D