Jade shifted in her sleep, something that never happens. When asleep, she is dead. The only part alive is her mind, vivid images pulsing through it. But she shifted as something beat within her chest. Thump-thump, thump-thump. Her brows furrowed in this sleep. A knife edge sliced her finger, though no one else was in the room and no knife was in sight. Spindles, strands of her blood streamed from her, gathering at the far edge of her vanity. A dark form seeped forward from the circling blood. With a tiny flicker, a man sat daintily in the seat of the vanity, legs crossed, sipping from a tiny tea cup. He was adorned in old timey breeches and a ruffle breasted dress shirt. His short black hair mopped slightly over his jade hued eyes. A mirror image.

"Jadden..."

Thump-thump.

"Gabe...?"
"Oh, that snivellin' lil rat you call a boifriend?" his British accent was thick.

Her jade hues popped open as she sat straight up in the bed. Jade gave a gasp seeing the man. The beating grew faster. She gripped her chest.

"Why so startled, darling?" he gave a cruel smirk, "You might give yourself a heart attack."

"Who... who are you?" she held the covers close to her before glancing to the empty space in the bed next to her. Alone again.

"Who am I? Darling, you should be asking yourself that. But if you must know, I am Christoph, your inside - your heart," he sipped his tea quietly.

She choked as something leaped into her throat, "My heart? I don't--"

He cut her off, "No, you don't have a heart. Is that correct? Your first love, what a dreadful man, cut out your heart out to protect you. You didn't need it anyway. But oh no, he didn't think of it growing back."

Thump-thump. "Growing... back?"

"Yes, it happened quite resently actually, though I've always been inside you since your birth as a vampire."

"So, what you are saying... is.. that... my heart is a... British man..."

"Well, yes and no. What better way to get under men's skin then having a man inside you. Lust, envy, jealousy. I'm not saying you are hetrosexual or some nonsense like that. No no, far from it. You are the prime of a woman. But I give you that push. You naughty lil thing. You've come up well," he gave a cruel laugh.

She brushed feverously, "You make me do those things?"
"Oh no no no. You want everything. Lust is one of your best features."
"And... the British part?"
"Eh, your sire was British. It kinda stuck."
"O....kay, but why are you... out here?"
"To take you over, finally. Your heart is crisply black and it is time to be the real Jadden."
"What?!"

He sat the tea cup down on the vanity and stood, "Yes, time indeed."
"What? What in the world are you talking about? I'm not going back to that!"

He moved forward, "Oh no. You were animalistic, not evil. Lust, envy, jealousy - you will be ten times worse than you ever were."

"But I'm not Evil!" she shouted as she curled inward in the bed.

"Oh ho ho, not evil? You are dumber then I thought. Look within yourself, are you not evil already? Yes, you are. Look at the way you treat your lovers, your friends, your family. You are such a selfish lil whore," he stood before her.

"No I'm!... I'm!... Not..." she gritt her teeth as her words faded.

"Silence now. Be a good girl and don't make a fuss," his hand touched her bleeding finger.

"But I don't want it!" she screamed as he started seeping into her skin.

"Oh, but why not? It'll only hurt for a moment. Think of all the things you could do! The people you can kill! Men to seduce! The joys! And all while I only sit back and watch the show!" he let out a cruel laugh as he turned back into the spindles of blood, now coal black.

Through the gash in her finger, the evil - Christoph was sucked back into Jade. She screamed a blood curling scream. Oh yes, there was pain. As the black blood came back into her and her new beating heart pulsed, her skin turned black as the blood spread. Slowly the blood seeped into her eyes, turning them blacker than a raven's feather. The blood now all through her vains, the beating in her chest stopped - stilling the blood. Her eyes stayed coal black as the rest of her skin went back to its pale color. She coughed a bit before the gash healed shut. Her crimson lips formed a cruel smile that mirrored Christoph's. Jade shoved out of the bed then. She snapped and she was in a vinyl black corset and leather pants. Her black heels clicked against the wood floor as she made her way out of the villa.

"Come, let's find someone to play with... Christoph," a horrible laugh came from her as she slipped out.

"Bottle bottle, yousa know dis not right." Stiggerin staggerin steps scattered whirly swirley through da dark alley. Drinky drink of bottle bottle with a pity pat to dat nonexistent spare tire.

"Mesa know Jadey Lady in trubble bubble, but dat no mean we nee' get inamavalved."

Sparkly arklies spitter sputtered from bottle bottle with a flishy flash wit fire flyin everywherey airy from bottle bottle angrilly. Flaily ailin with a screamly eemy bottle bottle tooky ook to da air wit da Hoboken pulley ullied along fo da ridey ide.

"Jadey Lady may give goot suit, but dis fall down stakin bottle bottle! Me no like it. It not Hoboken forty." Air whippey whapped atta hish facey face as da bottle bottle flew forthy orth to da Jadey. " I told you bottle bottle! No more Sancha Claws personamavations!"

Jade yawned but shivered as a odd feeling coursed up her spine. It had been happening lately. Ever since... the evil. It had gone away, but a peice was still there. The feeling though wasn't evil or sadistic... it was hopeless and frantic. She shrugged it off like she usually did and rolled over to her nightstand that was home to the many assortied colors of her nail polish. She looked to the nails on her hands, black. She looked to her toes then. Nothing. Jade swiped the black nail polish and decided to match then.

She sat up, pushing her plans for governess away. She unscrewed the top of the bottle of polish and started painting her toes. Jade got to her left foot and noticed something she never noticed before. It was the toe ring that she always wore. She never realized that she always had on. She never took it off. How could she be so blind? It was like a part of her. Jade blinked and leaned to look more closely at it.

She abandoned the polish, though she was half way through already, as she pulled the toe ring off. It took quiet a tug, like it did not wish to be free. Her eyes grew wide as she realized there were words written on it. It was barely ledgable, but she could tell there were words there. She snapped and the words showed up clearly.

Jade hues popped as she read, "Holy hell... It's a product warrenty.... for me!"

Yes everyone, Jade had a product warrenty. For what you ask? Well, that's a secret. And no, she doesn't have implants if you really do feel the need to ask that question.
She read on, "For questions and concerns please contact maker," she paused looking around, "Well, damn. I got questions and concerns. Who and how do I contact this 'maker'. I ain't no damn robot."

Jade focused back on the ring itself, not the words. It had serveral grooves on it and a rhinestone or two. 'Hmmmm', she mumbled.
She went back to reading, looking on the inside of the ring to read the rest, "To contact: Please press each rhinestone five times before rubbing the grooves once. This will notify the maker and not think Jade just stubbed her toe or something," blink, "Hey! I'm not that bad.... Okay... maybe."

She was about to do the following before she noticed something on the ring, "Love, Bob." Her figuritive heart swelled and she hugged the ring, "Good ol' Bob!" Then shifty eyes, "This better not be a fake...."

And Jade pressed each of the rhinestones five times and rubbed the grooves once, hoping it would work.

Jade beamed seeing as it worked. Yippee! Then she took his words in. Dead? Like she'd ever have that! She blinked once... twice... three times... Sold!

"What?! You thought I was dead? You of all people should know that I won't die easily... or ever for that matter."

Her jade hues were wide, ring and nail polish still in her hand. She shifted a bit in slight unease as she went on.

"Well, yea, something did happen.... but it's nothing to worry 'bout now, ya know? 'Lil slip up..," her voice picked up, hoping to get throw this conversation quickly and him to miss most of it, "Ah, apparentlyIgrewaheartanditwasevil, ittookoverme. Blahblahblah. Ikilledfivemeninthreenights. GabetookitoutandI'mfinenow, eventhoughtheevilbloodisstillinmyveins. I'llprobablyhaveanotherslipupsometime," she nodded as she slowed back down, "But I'm fine. How are you?"

"He's barely alive," slight huff and a roll of her jade hues before beaming at him.

She fiddled with the nail polish, unscrewing the top, starting to finish up what was left of painting her toe nails.

"Well.... as you may or may not've heard, I'm runnin fer Gov'nuh.... and I was hopin.... well... that ya might... wanna... help meh..." her eyes shifted away for a short moment before looking back at him, "What do ya say?"

That caused, once again, several blinks. She stared at him for a long moment before answering anything.

"I don't want you to kill anybody! I don't fight that dirty! Come on!" a drawn in breath before continuing, "You have a knack for getting what you want... how you want it. I want to know what are some of your ideas on this town, reasonable ones, ya know."

Waves a thought off, "Nothing about enslaving anyone or anything."

She leeeeaned to put away the nail polish, sliding the toe ring back on. She studied him, stroking her chin, rubbing her lower lip with her thumb, "Yes, it does seem I have a benefactor supporting me in my campain. Do you have a problem with me having a supporter?" Mild pout before going on yet again. She gave a small laugh with a smile, "No no, I don't think anyone else has to know besides you and I."