Chapter 4

We got back to the mansion where Yuura, Yuki, and Wallace were by the door to greet us. Jayden lead me upstairs without so much as a 'hello' to the others. We got into my room and I jumped into bed, him still standing by my door.

I looked over at Jayden and asked him what happens next. He responded saying that we can do anything we want. He then came closer and put his hands on the bed on both sides of me and leaned forward causing me to fall backwards.

"Wait," I stopped him, right before things could progress, "What's going on? What're you trying to do?"

"Celebrating your completion of the first step." He replied, leaning in to kiss me, but I stopped him again.

"But, I thought you didn't like me enough for… that." I pointed out.

He was taken back and gave me a confused look. "What gave you that idea?"

"When you first saw me at dinner before the ritual you treated me with no respect."

"How?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Give me three examples."

"Let me see, you were rude at the dinner table, and you protested when Yuura told you to take me to my room. Then, after thatdisplay of dislike, you slammed the door in my face before I could say anything. There, three."

He smirked a sexy little smirk and gave a sly laugh. "When I first saw you, I fell in love with you, but I didn't know if you'd be here just for the night or if you were joining us. I assumed the former so I wouldn't get too emotionally attached, so it would be less heart breaking to see you go."

"Oh…"I replied, absorbing this information.

"But," he continued, "now that I know you're staying, I can fall for you as much as I want." He whispered, kissing my neck.

I started getting really into it, but I stopped him. I moved my body toward the center of the bed, sitting up and looking him in the eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"No. I mean yes. Yes, I'm fine. It's just that we only just met." I pointed out.

"True, true." He replied, nodding. "If you don't want to then we don't have to."

I sat there and stared into his amazing grey eyes until I couldn't stand it much longer. I brought myself closer to him, hesitated for a moment, but continued to kiss him anyway, disregarding my withdrawal.

I felt him bring his hand to my jaw line and I melted. With every moment we spent with each other, things got more and more passionate to the point where he started to take off my top. Normally, I'd stop him right there, but I felt like this had to happen, so I started to unbutton his shirt.

However, I found my senses and stopped at the first button.

He pulled away a little and tilted his head to one side. "Not now?"

"Well…"I began, "I want to…it's just that… well…" I trailed off.

"Don't worry," he whispered, "I'll be gentle."

At that, I gave in and continued with the shirt. When I managed to get it off, I noticed a large scar that started where his heart is located and went down to his hip. I gently ran my fingers over it.

"Long story." He said, answering my unasked question.

"Shorten it." I said between breaths.

He sighed. "It happened the day I was turned."

That was enough explanation for now, so I fell back into the bed and we continued.

At this point all I had on was my strapless black bra, my fishnets, underwear and skirt. His hand made it down my back and he unzipped the back of the skirt and slowly slipped it off. Judging by the expression on his face, it seems that he got a little excited when he found out my fishnets are not, in fact, one piece; they're thigh-highs.

He took my right leg and gently felt upward, taking the end and gently rolling it off, touching every inch of skin from thigh to toe, doing the same to the other leg. Having him gently caressing my legs like that felt so… so good.

But then, out of nowhere, I started feeling… dirty; like some kind of whore or something. I mean, I just met this guy, and only just started getting to know him, and I'm about to have sex with him after just one day? Well, he is impossibly beautiful, and I was told I'll be spending a lot of time, if not the rest of my life with him, but still…

Just then, he stopped kissing me. "You seem reluctant." He pointed out. "Your energy and enthusiasm just kind of… dropped."

"I know." I said apologetically. "It's just that I only knew you for, like, a day and-"

He put two fingers gently over my lips. "I understand. If you want, I could just go."

"No!" I said, probably quicker than the situation called for. He gave me a surprised look. "I-I mean, I don't want you to go, but…" I trailed off again.

He rolled over and lay next to me, caressing the side of my face. "I'll just stay here and you can… do whatever you want with me."

We stared into each others eyes for a moment until I moved closer to him, curling up while he held me in his chest and I wound up falling asleep listening to his breathing.

I woke up a while later and I had uncomfortable pressure building in my bladder. I slid myself out from under Jayden's muscular arm and got out of bed, causing him to groan and roll over.

I went to the closet to grab a robe, because I didn't want to get caught with only a bra and underwear. I dug through the closet and finally found it, putting it on before leaving for the bathroom.

By now I really, reallyhad to pee, so I bolted down the hall, down the stairs, and skidded to a halt right in front of the restroom. I closed the door behind me and ran to the toilet to relieve myself.

I washed my hands when I was finished and decided to rinse off my face since my makeup was smearing. After drying off, I took a closer look in the mirror and was delighted to find my eyes returned to its original violet color, except now they were a more bold shade of purple. I left the facilities humming, very pleased with myself. I was also happy to discover the cut in my hand was nothing but a faint scar.

"Well, aren't we all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed today?" I stopped humming and turned to see Mister Wallace.

"Oh, yeah," I replied, "I'm not sure why, but I'm in an extra special good mood today, Mister Wallace." I suddenly remembered back to the last time I saw him and decided to confront him about it. "By the way, last time I saw you alone, I think I was hallucinating and fainted. You know, before that 'ritual' thing. Did you have anything to do with that?"

He bowed his head. "I'm sorry for frightening you, young Madame, but it was an order from Master Yuura that needed to be carried out; I understand if you don't forgive me."

"I see," I said, taking in this information, "well, I forgive you. It's really no big deal, I suppose since I'm here now and that's all that really matters, right?"

"Indeed." He replied, nodding.

"Oh, by the way, Mister Wallace, do you happen to have the time?"

He took a look at his watch before he replied. "It's 6:00 in the afternoon."

"Sheesh, I overslept." I replied, surprised with myself.

"Actually, quite the contrary milady," he corrected, "you under slept. You're a vampire now, so you're going to end up nocturnal."

"Oh, that's right, I keep forgetting. Well, thank you Mister Wallace." I said, turning and heading for the stairs.

"Actually, Madame," he stopped me, causing me to turn around, "I am but a butler, so you can address me as Wallace or Wally if you prefer."

I thought about that for a short second and decided on a name. "Okay, um… Wallace. Thank you very much. Have a nice evening."

He bowed, and I gave a return bow before proceeding upstairs to return to bed.

I don't think I'll ever be able to call him WallyI thought to myself. If I do that, then I'll wind up thinking about my grandfather from when I was human.

My father's father, Grampa Wally, was the only other person that ever treated me like a normal human being. After his death and that of his son, I hit a downward emotional spiral and became the quiet dark girl I was before this 'life'.

I finally arrived and opened the door to my room and saw Jayden sitting up in my bed, staring at me.

"Where were you?" He asked.

"Oh, I just went to the bathroom is all." I replied, walking over to the bed. "Why? Think I'll get lost or something?"

He laughed and shook his head. "I didn't know if Hansyn decided to steal you and take you as a sex-slave for the evening. He's been known to do that."

"Hansyn?" I asked, realizing the only people I really know are both sets of twins, the butler, Jayden, and Genevieve.

"He's the tallest one of us all. He's also the strongest, and by far the most horny."

"That's not helping. I need to know what he looks like."

"Tall, shaggy blonde hair, has eyes that change color, mostly to a fuchsia, indicating sexual desire."

I raised an eyebrow at that description. "O…k… I'll keep my eyes peeled."

I took off the robe and went under the covers and lay back down into his warm embrace. I lay there in silence when I decided to ask something that's been bothering me since I've come to terms with who- and what- I have become. "Jayden?" I asked, rolling over to look at him.

"Hm?"

"What happens if we get exposed to sunlight?"

He was silent for a moment.

"I mean do we, like, burst into flames or turn to ash or something?"

"No, we don't." He replied, slightly laughing. "We are extremely sensitive to sunlight, but it wouldn't burn us so fast that we'd spontaneously combust. We'd be fine for a few minutes, but that's about it. Too long we could just drop to the ground."

"Oh."

"Basically, the sun sucks our energy from us and we'd be exhausted from too much exposure. Why do you ask? Thinking about running away?"

"Oh, no, not at all." I assured him. "I'm just trying to sort out what's myth from what's the truth."

I had a dream that was basically just a replay of me killing my mother, except this time there was an earthquake.

I woke up to Jayden gently shaking me awake.

"Ugh, stop it." I whined, rolling over to face away from him.

I felt him feeling my bare shoulder with his soft hands and gently moving his lips up and down my neck. He found a spot on the base of my neck that felt really, reallygood, causing me to let out a soft moan.

"We need to get up; it's already 8:30." He whispered in my ear sending tingles down my spine.

I took a deep breath and slowly sat up, arching my back and cracked every vertebra in my spine.

"That sounded like it felt good; I wish my back could do that." He said, setting his hands on my shoulders, pulling me backwards into his chest.

I leaned back and he moved his hands from my shoulders, down my arms and started gently caressing my stomach and kissing the top of my head. I put my hand on his arm, slowly moving it to his hand where I put my fingers between his. I turned my head so I could kiss him; I was centimeters away from his lips when we were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Madame Jezebelle, you've been summoned by the Masters Yuki and Yuura." Wallace said through the door.

"Thank you!" I replied, then let out a big sigh, getting up to get dressed. "Let's see…" I said to myself, sorting through my clothes. I decided on my camouflage boy-shorts and a plain black tee shirt. I brought the clothes to the bed and was about to unlatch my bra when Jayden stopped me.

"What's this?" He asked, holding up my shorts.

"Those were Stephen's. We were hanging out once and it started raining and, since I needed a change of clothes, he lent me those. I liked them so much, I never returned them."

He got out of bed and put them on.

"Um, those are mine and I'm about to put them on, so give them back." He shook his head in defiance. "Those are my favorite shorts, get them back!" I demanded, tugging at the side pocket.

"No." He said, grabbing my wrist. "You're a beautiful female vampire; you shouldn't hide yourself under baggy clothes. From now on, they're mine."

"You jerk! Give them back!" I pushed him onto the bed, and I sat on his legs and tried taking them off. Unfortunately, he tied the built-in belt thing too tight.

He then sat up. "I'm not taking these because I like them; I'm taking these because it's not allowed for the women to wear clothes like this."

My jaw dropped. "What? Why?"

"Master Yuki has established a dress code."

"Ugh, this sucks!" I groaned, pounding my fist on my leg. "I love my clothes, mystyle. Argh…" I growled in frustration and got up, pacing a little, arms crossed.

"It shouldn't be such a big deal." He continued. "If you let me have them, you won't have to throw them out. Plus, you'll look better in the designated Vamp. Garb."

"What the fu-, Vamp. Garb?!"

He nodded. "I know, sounds lame, but it's clothes that has been approved of by the Masters."

"But…that sucks." I dropped my arms to my side and let out a big sigh.

"Again, I know, but it's a small price to pay for everything we recieve like free lodging, protection, medical treatment, etc."

After some consideration, I nodded in agreement "You can keep them under one condition" He turned his head, showing he was listening. "You let me wear them every once in a while."

After he agreed to the terms, I let him get out of bed. "I'm going to get dressed." He informed me. "Don't forget: The Masters want to see you."

"I know." I said before he shut the door.

"Okay, leader approved garb… I'm assuming only skimpy clothes." I said out loud to myself and dug through my closet, deciding on a plain black tee and my purple pajama bottoms. I'm sure he wouldn't mind that for lounging around. I changed my undergarments and put on the clothes I pulled out and headed downstairs.

When I went into the dining area, Yuura was sitting in a chair at the end of the table. "Hello, dear." He said, but his voice made it seem more frightening than when Yuki calls me that. "Come, have a seat." I sat in the chair directly in front of him and gave him my full attention. "I'm sure Jayden has explained some things to you, so I'm going to ask you what you know, and I'll just fill in the blanks for you."

"Things like what?" I questioned, voice slightly trembling from his intimidating presence.

"Well, the rules of course." He replied, smiling sweetly. "And maybe the restrictions and freedoms that come with being a vampire."

"Oh, I see…" I was even more scared of the Yuura that was trying to be nice than the Yuura actually being himself. I thought about the question for a moment then told him everything I knew, including our tolerance of sunlight, the falsity of wooden stakes, our weakness to silver bullets, the dress code, etc…

"That's a really good start." He told me. "Everything you told me was accurate and just saved us about an hour of lecture." I hoped we were done here, but I was mistaken, for he spoke up and continued. "However, he did miss some things. For example, the only ones that can turn others into vampires are pureblood vampires. The only ones here that are pure are Yuki, myself and Wallace."

"Wallace as in Wallace the butler?"

"Yes. He's gotten very, veryold and has decided to retire as an active vampire. We tried to convince him otherwise, but he wouldn't change his mind. All we could do was agree that he would stay with us as our butler, and he's extremely content with his decision."

I nodded. "As long as he's happy, right?"

"Of course." He nodded in agreement. "I think you should also know that regular vampires, such as yourself do not age, but us purebloods age much muchmore slower than humans. He haven't been able to figure out a mathematical scale to decipher vampire years to human years, so I can't tell you exactly howmuch slower."

I nodded in acknowledgement. "Must be nice."

"Yes, well, let me tell you that I was present during the assassination of the American president… oh, what was his name? Oh, that's right, Abraham Lincoln. I was also alive back when the Salem witch trials were being held, and when America got her freedom from Britain."

He's so old,I thought to myself,but he doesn't look much older than 29.

"Why, Jayden is about 150 years old." He said with a laugh.

At that, my stomach just did a summersault. I almost had sex with an old guy?

"But do not worry, young one. We may all be 'old' by human standards, but we're really quite young."

"I know. It's just a little weird."

"Yes, it may seem that way." He said, nodding. " Anyway, let's continue. The reason you can't go out alone is for safety reasons. I know everyone is perfectly capable of taking care of and fighting for themselves, but Yuki and myself would feel much more at ease if we used the 'buddy system'."

'Buddy System'? Nice.

"Also, holy water has no affect because it's just water that came out of some glorified community center, and garlic doesn't keep us away. And, the mirrors… I'm sure you've noticed by now that we do in fact have a reflection, and the story saying we can't cross running water is false. Do you understand so far, my dear Jezebelle?"

"Yes, I understand." I responded. "Now, what about the dress code?"

"Oh yes, the dress code… that's Yuki's idea." He said, seemingly trying to pass blame onto his brother. "He decided on that rule long ago and nobody has complained yet. I'm sure that since you were, as they call it a 'tomboy', you may have objections?"

I shook my head. "It's really no big deal." I lied. "The problem is, though, that most of my clothes I own I got from the boy's sections at random clothing stores, so I don't have much to follow that rule."

He gave a quiet, eerie laugh. "Don't worry about that. The basement is full of 'Yuki approved apparel'."

I nodded, but was disappointed. "Okay then. I'd love to take a look sometime." I smiled a fake smile. I hoped that since I didn't have clothes like that I would be off the hook, but I'm guessing not….

"Of course. Well, that's really all I wanted to tell you; you are dismissed." He said, waving me off.

I bowed my head and got up and left. I was halfway up the stairs when I saw someone come down. She had long, beautiful, wavy blonde hair and a tight red dress. I suppose the outfit would be fine so long as she didn't make any sudden moves…

"Oh, you must be the new girl. We haven't officially met yet; I'm Genevieve." She greeted, offering her hand.

I suddenly remembered her; she was the one in the bathtub last night with those two guys. We shook hands and I instantly felt drawn to her; I felt that she was really important somehow, and on a personal level- even though we'd never met before.

As our hands had contact with each other, I saw her fingernails were long and painted red. Closer inspection showed that the nail on her right index finger was sharpened to a point.

Just then, I realized I hadn't properly introduced myself. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Genevieve, my name's Tob- err, Jezebelle."

She giggled. "It's nice to meet you, too, 'Tob- err, Jezebelle'." She joked. "I'll see you around, okay?" She said, leaving out the door with the timid young vampire I saw the night of the ritual. "Come Kaydence." She ordered, causing the girl to follow closely as she had before. When they were gone, I returned to my room.