POV: Jasmine

I finished reading it and then turned the note over to find several numbers. It said that when you entered these certain combinations on the remote, a drawer or cabinet would open, revealing whatever it said next to the combination. So I looked through everything and finally decided on a cute lacy white dress that came down to my knees and matching sandals. I found some white sunglasses and perched them on the top of my head to hold my hair back, just in case we went anywhere. I checked myself in the mirror one more time before opening the door and crossing the hall to the library door. I opened it, revealing the vast library that I had seen briefly earlier. Jordan was sitting in a chair near the fireplace and looked up as I walked in the door.

“Hey Jasmine, how are you feeling?” he asked as he stood up.

“Uhm, okay, but I’d like to know what happened after I blacked out,” I said curiously.

“Well, sit down, first, then I’ll explain,” Jordan said. I did as he asked, and then he began,

“Well, you were bleeding pretty badly from your neck where my dad…, uh,…” he paused sadly. I encouraged him,

“It’s okay, Jordan, I know it wasn’t your fault, so, continue please.”

“Well, I took you to one of our nurses and she was able to save you, because if you had lost any more blood, you would have died,” he said sadly.

“And, well, I had a few servants to prepare a room for you, and I told them what you liked and I presume you liked it?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you, it was great,” I said, smiling. He came over and wrapped me in a warm hug and when he let go, he looked me in the eyes and said seriously,

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had lost you-.” I cut him off,

“You didn’t lose me, I’m here.”

“Yes, well, I can’t risk you staying here, because I might not be able to save you from my dad next time, so I’ll take you home, and tomorrow, we’ll run away together, because it would be too easy for my dad to find you if you remained at your house, and then, who knows who else might get hurt besides you if he comes to your house,” he said quickly.

“Okay, but what about my parents?” I asked.

“Tell them I’m picking you up for school, but before I come to your door to get you, I’ll come to your window and help take all your stuff to my car, ok?” he said.

“Nice plan, except, who’s gonna drive???” I asked, really scared.

“No worries, since I look around 14-18, even though you know I’m way older then that, I have a driver’s license that I had gotten back when I lived in New York, so I’ll be driving,” he said proudly.

“But what about the girls coming tomorrow?” I asked worriedly.

“My dad will be mad, but as long as we’re far away from him, we’ll be fine,” he said reassuringly.

“Okay…, if you say so…,” I said, still not convinced.

“Just trust me, Jasmine, please?” he pleaded.

“Oh, ok…,” I said, giving in.

“Okay, I’ll have Danny take you home, and then pack up your stuff, and be ready super early tomorrow, ok?” he said.

“I'll be ready, butdon't you think it'd be a bit suspicious if I came home in a Limo?" I asked curiously. "I suppose so,"Jordan answered. "I guess I'll ride my bike home, then; bye Jordan,” I said as he handed me my bike, which Danny had just brought up to us. "Be careful, Jasmine; bye," Jordan said asI jumped on my bike and rode home.

POV: Jordan

I watchedas Jasmine disappeared in the distance on her bike. Danny stood next to me and watched as well. He had no clue what had happened earlier with my dad, thank goodness, otherwise he would have immediately told my dad and he would have come after Jasmine. I walked back up to my room and started to make plans for tomorrow. My dad walked in and said,

“Son, are you ready for tomorrow?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess so, dad,” I said, but not looking up at him; I couldn’t bring myself to look at the man who almost killed my girlfriend.

“Good, uh, son, is something bothering you?” he asked gently. I didn’t respond.

“It’s that girl, isn’t it? Son, I’m sorry, if I had known you cared for her that much, but still, she was a human, and unless you had turned her, you could never be together anyways,” my dad said,

“You’re a vampire, Jordan, and one day, you could’ve accidentally hurt her, and then you would never be able to live with yourself.” I didn’t answer, but I guess I didn’t look as sad as I should’ve been, because my dad said,

“She’s dead, isn’t she, son?”