Nana held the phone away from her ear, still being able to hear his yelling loud and clear. Once it quieted down, she placed it back to her ear and couldn't help but smile at his worried state. "Rodriguez. Of course she ran. Christy doesnt know you at all, so far you've marked her and kidnapped her in the same day. Then you expect her to stick around in the same room with you once you tell her you're a vampire? I cant guarantee you she is fine though...she tried to scratch off the mark and it looks pretty bad but im sure it will heal over soon. Hurry before she wakes up. She was exahusted once she got here so she took a shower and went straight to bed," she said quietly, galncing up the stairs every now and then to make sure Christy wasn't listening. Hanging up once Rodriguez said see you soon, she set it back on the kitchen counter.<br/>~~~~~~~~<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Crash! "What do you think youre doing?! No! Leave her alone! You can't have her!" a male's voice growled protectively. The stairs creaked as weight was applied to them, a grunt and thud coming from downstairs. "Take him into the bedroom. I dont care what you do with him. Just get rid of him," a younger male's voice ordered from just outside Christy's room. <br/><br/>Christy's green eyes sleepily blinked open as she heard whispers outside her bedroom door. Sitting up slowly, the six-year old Christy rubbed her eyes tiredly and swung her small feet out of her warm bed. "Daddy?" she asked softly. As her bedroom door creaked open, a sliver of light entered her room and outlined the body of a slim, muscled man. A grin spread across his lips, the light gleaming off of his sharp fangs. Fear made Christy's chest tighten up as she sank back into her bed, gripping the covers tight enough till her knuckles turned white. The man took a step into her room and slowly shut the door softly, the room falling dark. Becoming the mans strength and her weakness.<br/><br/>The bed sank down next to Christy's right thigh as the man leaned close to her, his breath fanning lightly over her face. It smelled of alcohol and blood. Christy tensed and froze where she was, feeling the sting of tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "No Christy..Shhh..dont cry..I promise i'll try not to hurt you..." the man whispered into her ear, his rough lips brushing over her ear. Christy jumped and squeaked in fear as his icy cold hand touched her shoulder lightly. "Im Vincent Christy...You'll learn not to be afraid.." he growled in a whisper. His fangs glistened from the moonlight outside of her window, touching the delicate skin of her neck as he prepared to bite down roughly.</span><br/>~~~~~~~~~<br/>Christy woke up with a jolt, sweating and panting as if she had been running for miles. Ice cold fear had her chest tighten and her hands gripping the blanket of her bed hard enough for her nails to dig right through the fabric into the palms of her hand. Some blood had stained the white fabric of her covers and dried on her hands. Sitting up quickly, she propped her knees up and rested her head in her hands. Gripping her raven black hair, tears fell off her cheeks and splashed onto her legs. Taking in a shaky breath, she covered her eyes with her hands and sobbed softly.<br/><br/>For nine years she had been having the same dream almost every night of the week, the nights she didn't have it was absolute heaven to her. Not knowing wether it was just a nightmare or a memory was torture to her. The only mercy given to her was she woke up at the same place every time and she was spared the rest of the nightmare. Shaking her head slowly, she pushed her bangs away from her face and pulled her hair to one side of her neck. Wrapping her arms around her legs and pulling them tightly to her chest, resting her chin on her knees. She stared at the rolling hills of country land outside, her Nana's land, every acre of it for forty miles in each direction. Christy never moved a centimeter from her bed and she looked as tired now as she had when she arrived, too afraid to try and sleep again.<br/>~~~~~~~~<br/>Nana smiled breifly and gave Rodriguez a soft pat on the back. "It has been a long time Rodriguez. It is good to see you again too," she said, avoiding the subject of Christy for a moment as she looked up the stairs then back to him. "Rodriguez, Christy is fine. She is a bit exhausted but im sure you both are. Maybe you should go see her? Her bedroom is upstairs and she may be asleep, but if not, she will need the comfort and safety only a mate can provide," she advised.<br/><br/>Nana pointed upstairs and gently pushed him towards the stairs before taking the cookies out of the oven. "Oh and I will help you explain to her whats going on. But..Im worried about her. She should have been drinking blood the day of her birthday. Every day she doesnt drink, she will become weaker and more tired than she had been the day before. Im worried because..if she doesnt drink.. she will die," she explained, leaning on the counter a bit and crossing her arms over her chest.