I'll try not to end this one with a cliffhanger. If I do, you can send the Vampire Council after me.

"Ethan!" I scream, however as I suspected he doesn't stir.

I find myself examining his mouth to see if he had by some miracle ingested even the smallest trace of blood. I find nothing.

I myself had managed to get a few drinks in before Ethan collapsed and my bloodstained lips give me one of my more awkward ideas. I have never before, and would never again consider kissing someone who is completely unconcious but it looks like it might be the easiest way to possibly get him to ingest the "life saving" blood.

It's the weirdest kiss I've ever given, and I'm not even sure it worked. However, his body isn't disintegrating to dust so I can assume that I did something right.

My fingers absently brush a strand of hair from his face "Oh Ethan, you can't die on me." I sniffle.

A tear falls from my cheek and lands on Ethan's hoodie. I use the same hand that I brushed his hair aside with to gently stroke his cheek.

I end up putting his head on my lap "You have to sur..."I almost say survive, but will he really be surviving or are we both going to be like condemned demons. "You have to make it through this." that's when I notice his formerly sallow complexion is begining to return to the Ethan I know and love.

I don't want to get my hopes up too much though. Still, I can't help but smile. My grin only ends up wider at what has to be the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.

"Why is my head on your lap...and why does it smell like there's a huge puddle of blood nearby.

"Sorry," I mumble as he sits up.

"I don't remember drinking any blood." he mutters.

"You must have gotten a sip in before you passed out." I hope he can't tell I'm lying through my fangs. "How do you feel?"

"A little weird...kind of thirsty." he admits, "is it always like this?"

"Only when you're around people with open wounds. Otherwise you'll do great." I try to smile to reassure him, but we're both nervous.

"I'm really sorry about the mess I created." he looks at the stairway.

"It's not your fault, anyway...I'm sure Benny has a spell that can fix it." I respond almost praying that he does, my mother loves the runner on the stairs not to mention the discovery of blood would likely lead to a police investigation.

"So what are we supposed to do now?" Ethan asks.

I start to respond with some mundane answer, but I realize that's not what he means. "I'm not really sure, but I whatever it is we'll stick together."

That almost actually seemed like a good line to end the story with over all...I don't know, let me know if you agree (keep in mind I'm going to end it in a few chapters anyway and may eventually write a sequel). Anyway, if you disagree toss me some ideas for the next few chapters.