Incase you forgot, I changed the name from I’m not the vampire to Vampire Queen.

Warning this chapter is slightly more graphic. Rated PG-13.

Gwen’s POV

I turned away from him and looked in the mirror. I can’t believe this. Why me? And that Heather girl. I go to school with her. She's the one who started those stupid vampire rumors. Why me? Is she jealous that I’m queen or something?

“She’s just mad because she knows that only vampires are chosen to be queens and she wanted to be the queen herself. She started the rumors so people would focus on you as a vampire instead of her. And you where chosen by Nyx because she knows you’d do us good.” Trent answered all my unspoken questions.

“I really like it better if you let me ask before you answer my questions.” I said folding my arms across my torso, angry at him.

“Sorry, you know I can’t help it. It’s not like I can stop. Besides, in a couple of minutes I won't be able to do it ever again.” He said while playing with his pendent. “Curious about it?” he asked, looking at me now. His eyes are so magnificently deep. Soft and so serine. Even for a vampire. “I am flattered you think so.” He commented on my thoughts. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I can’t believe he heard that. “I can hear everything.” He said rudely

“So what’s the deal with the pendants?” I asked, ignoring his smugness.

“Well, you know that it controls us. Also it is chosen for us at birth. So why don’t we go shopping for yours?” he asked.

“Mine?” I asked.

“Yes. As a vampire you're gonna need one.” He said.

Vampire? Me?

“Of course. Did you really think Nyx would let a human lead us?” he chuckled.

“Well I am defiantly NOT going to be a vampire.” I snapped at him. He stood up and looked at me.

“Why not?” he asked annoyed.

“Because all of you guys are disgusting, nasty, perverted, people. And I don’t want anything to do with you freaks!” I said balling my hands into fists.

“I'm afraid you don’t have much of a choice there, sweet cheeks.” He replied rudely.

“Ughh, jerk... You have to follow my every command right?” I asked randomly.

“Yeaaah?” he replied, sounding more like a question.

“Good. SIT!” I commanded like he was a dog. “And stay.” I finished as I ran out of the room.

“Gwen!!!!” he yelled, but I kept running. I ran past a bunch of people but kept running. I soon found the door and burst threw it, into the day light.

I ran across the street, not looking where I was I going. A truck driver blared his horn at me; I looked over and froze, literally like a dear in the head lights. As the truck drove closer and closer to me, life appeared to go in slow motion, I swear I saw a tunnel with a blinding light at the end.

Suddenly, I felt a strong force push me out of the way of the massive sixteen-wheeler. I opened my eyes, which I sealed so tightly the sun almost blinded me. I was being held down by Trent, who was growling angrily. To save me he skidded his arm agents the concrete and was bleeding.

“I told you! You can’t leave.” He said biting back the pain that clearly showed on his face. He stood up, picked me up, and held me under his arm like a doll.

'Put me down.' I screamed in my mind.

“You almost got killed! And I am in pain. Wait until you’re safely inside.” He hissed inching to the door. Now I’m able see it kind of looked like a night club. It was called ‘The Dungeon’

“I order you to put me down!” I yelled.

“Order over thrown for safely.” He replied angrily, trying to sound robotic. Wow in pain and he can still make jokes.

As soon as he shut the door he fell over in agonizing pain. I looked at him and I couldn’t help but feel guilty. He was bleeding a lot and he was seriously hurt. “Stop worrying about me. Once I get a drink I’ll be fine.” He said, still reading my thoughts. Wonderful.

He stumbled past me still grasping his bleeding arm to the room full of vampires.

“Oh my god! Trent, what the heck happened to you?” Bridgett screamed in shock.

“Stupid trucks” He hissed making his way dramatically to the couch. “I was saving her Royal Highness over here.” He said pissed off.

“Trent, I’m really sorry. I just…” he cut me short.

“If you where sorry then you would have stayed put.” He hissed. I was shocked. Should I feel bad about it? I mean, I know it's my fault... I looked at the floorboards, trying to conceal my guilt. He sighs and I looked up. “I’ll be fine. I just need a drink and I’ll be ok. Someone get me a bag. I don’t care what kind, just get me some.” He said.

“Sorry dude, but Owen over there just drank the last blood bag.” Duncan said pointing to Owen, who waved empathetically.

“You’ll just have to let this one heal on its own.” Geoff said.

“That'll take weeks, jerk” He grumbled. Now I feel even worse. It’s my fault he’s in so much pain. I wish so terribly I could help him...

“Drink my blood.” I said, looking away.

I could feel his eyes piercing me like daggers. “Drinking from you got me in this mess, missy.” He hissed with pure venom in his words.

“I know and I am sorry. But what use to me are you like this?” I asked looking up. “It’s a one time thing. Never again. Ok?” I said sitting down by him.

“It’s forbidden for-” He began.

“I, your queen to be, order you, my servant, to drink from my blood and heal your wounds.” I said powerful and annoyed.

“You're own damn fault.” He said, leaning towards my neck. He pined me to the couch and undid the first few buttons of my dress to expose my neck.

Do you have to do that? I thought.

“Your fault.” He hissed again.

His sharp fangs came to the sensitive skin of my neck and he gently pierced my neck. At first, I merely cringed at the pricks he made, but then, suddenly, I screamed out in agony. His fangs entered slowly and if I didn’t know better I’d say he was doing it purposely.

He sucked hugely on the scarlet fluid and forced more to come to the surface. I screamed again and he put his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. I can feel his fangs in my neck, my blood leaving me, his cold hand against warm lips, and everyone's eyes staring at me. I also felt tears slipping threw my closed eyes.

He then removed his dagger like teeth from my neck causing more tears to flood out of my eyes. “Someone get something for her neck!” He called, cleaning his mouth. Lindsay came in with a first aid case and handed it to Trent. Still sitting on me, he opened it and put a gauze pad on my neck and taped it down. “There. Keep that on until the holes heal. Apply light pressure.” He said while getting off me.
I looked into the mirror behind me and sighed angrily. “How the hell am I supposed to go home with this on me?” I asked annoyed, the marks bruised and now resembled a hickey.

“I’ll think of something to tell your mom.” He said relaxing on the couch.

“Better be good...” I said, turning around.

“I'm your body guard. I'm coming home with you.” He said not looking at me. “If we mess up your hair a bit we can say someone tried to rape you..." He said smirking. "You wouldn't even have to button up that dress" I looked in the mirror again and my face was covered in a deep blush. As awful as it sounds, I agreed to the plan. It was the only thing that worked.

“Come on; let's get this over with" I said standing in front of him.

AN: Sorry it took so long. But I had the block. But I am good for a while. Please Review and tell me what you think.