Drake stood there looking at me. "Uh, hello? Bells?"

I looked at him. "Yeah?" I answered distantly.

"Why aren't you getting ready?" He asked.

"Because-" My eyes went to Corey who was looking at me calmly.

"-we're not getting married."

Drake laughed. "Very funny, now come on, Mom's getting anxious." He smiled.

"Drake, I'm serious."

His smile faded to an apprehensive expression. "Wha-why? When did this happen? Why?"

I ignored his questions; mainly because I didn't know how to answer them.

I stood up. "I should go tell Mom."

"Bells, what the hell?" His voice sounded confused and slightly panicked. "Corey, what's going on?" He turned to him.

Corey looked at him, completely relaxed. "We broke up."

"What?! Are you kidding, please tell me you're kidding?"

"You're more upset than she was."

"Why are you breaking up? Today of all days?"

Corey shrugged, taking a drink of the coffee. "I realized something I should have a long time ago."

"And what's that?" Drake asked mockingly.

"It's not really important."

"The hell it isn't. Did you break up with her?"

Corey nodded.

Drake stared at him. "Wow, Corey, I guess I misjudged you."

I walked out of the room, making my way down the steps.

The world seemed foggy, like I wasn't really here, living.

I stopped at the bottom of the steps, taking a few breaths to clear my head.

There was a mixture of emotions surging through me at the moment; mostly confusion that was starting to become a dull aching pain.

I felt like I wanted to cry, I could feel the tears at the brink of my eyes.

"Arabelle? There you are." My mom's voice chimed.

I looked over, seeing her walking towards me, a slight smile on her face. "Good morning, dear. How do you feel?"

Horrible at the moment.

"Fine." I replied, smiling weakly.

"Good. Now once you get showered we're start on your hair and makeup, I've-"

"Mom," I interjected.

"What?"

"I...there's not going to be a wedding." I stated.

She looked at me blankly. "What do you mean?"

"Corey...he broke up with me." The words sounded strange as I said them outloud.

"Why?" She questioned concernedly.

I leaned my head back against the wall. "I'm sorry." I muttered hopelessly.

"What? Why are you sorry, dear?"

"I didn't listen to you-or Dad. And you went to all this trouble..."

I cut off, squeezing my eyes shut as the words got stuck in my throat.

"Oh sweetie," she hugged me. "Don't worry about it, its not your fault."

I pulled away, the embrace feeling more unnerving than reassuring.

"I guess I should go...so much to do." She mused.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Unless you want me to stay with you."

"No, no I'm fine." I assured.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." I smiled, trying to be convincing.

She smiled reassuringly and walked off.

I stood at the bottom of the steps, looking blankly at the walls and feeling utterly lost. More than I ever have before.

"Bells, oh my god." Drake said, coming down the stairs to stand beside me. "I don't even know what to say."

I smiled."You don't have to say anything."

"I feel like I should though. Do you want something? Anything?"

I shook my head.

"Aw man, what are you gonna do? I mean what's he gonna do? He lives here. Its going to be kind of awkward."

I didn't say anything.

"Do you want me to leave? I mean do you want to be alone? I should leave you alone. I'm going to go find Mom, see if I can help her or something." With that he walked out of the room.

A moment passed and I heard someone coming down the stairs.

I looked up to see Corey a few steps away. He reached the bottom and stood across from me, leaning against the rail.

There was silence between us and I looked everywhere but at him.

"I'm not going to lie," he spoke. "I don't really know what to do."

I looked at him.

Every single part of me loved him, when I looked at him I felt happy, elated.

But now it doesn't feel the same. It feels strange, almost dreadful. I looked down, feeling ill at ease.

"I thought you said you couldn't live without me." I said, looking back at him though I didn't want to.

"I can't. That's why I don't know what to do. I'm already confused." He replied.

"Our we ever gonna talk again? After this?" I asked.

"I hope so. Do you understand why I did this?"

"Not really."

"Its hard to say outloud. It makes since in my head though. But this...it's for the better. You deserve so much better than me. Seriously, you may not see it but I'm..." he took in a breath.

"I'm a slave. I don't want you to be stuck with me. And us getting married...have you ever really thought about it?"

"Is this all because you don't want to get married?" I asked.

"No. I mean I don't want to get married."

I pretened not to notice the anguish that pierced through me when he said that.

"I...wow, I'm all out of excuses. But answer this: why don't you seem upset? I just broke up with you and you seem like you don't even care. You weren't even upset. I thought you were gonna cry. I thought...you would just...be so upset. But...you aren't."

"I-I was-I am. Why would you think I'm not upset?"

"It didn't seem like it. I thought you were going to be devastated when you found out I didn't want to be with you anymore." He stated. "I believe you love me, just not enough."

"How much exactly is enough?"

He sighed.

"Why couldn't we have talked about this first?" I asked.

"There is nothing to talk about."

I glanced down for a moment. "So what are we gonna do I mean like, living situations?"

"Uh, I didn't think about that. Um...I guess I'll go back to being a slave. Although I doubt anyone would want to buy me now..."

"Can't you live with your family?"

"Considering they pretend to be humans it might blow their cover."

"Oh right."

"I could actually be your slave. If you don't mind having me around that is."

"I don't know if I really want that. You being a slave, kind of something I've been trying to avoid." I said disdainfully.

"Oh come on, Arabelle when are you going to accept the fact that vampires are slaves and I'm a vampire, which makes me slave."

"I have accepted it." I protested.

"No, no you haven't."

"Yeah, I have."

"Then prove it. Let me be your slave from now on."

"No."

"See," he said. "You can't. You have to stop pretending vampires are a part of society. We're slaves for a reason."

"But you shouldn't be slaves."

"It doesn't matter, baby." A look of restrain passed over his face.

"-Arabelle. I'm a slave, your slave. Its time to stop pretending I'm not."

I was getting fustrated with this conversation and him. "Fine, you're my slave." The words sounded wrong to me but I ignored it.

He nodded. "Now what do you want me to do, master?"

He didn't have to add that on the end, that was just painful.

"Please, don't call me that." I pleaded.

"Don't start." He warned.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair with fustration.

"I'm waiting." He stated.

"Fine, just I don't know, go somewhere." I stated weakly.

"Where?"

"Oh my god, I don't care! Just go!"

He nodded and walked back up the stairs.

Once he was out of sight I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor and buried my face in my hands.