I stepped into my room. I turned on the lights, and expected to see Mr. Crepsley. I expected to see him giving me the potion, but that was just my imagination; Creplsey wasn't there, nor was the potion. I waited a few minutes, but there was nothing.

I walked up to my bed. I pulled off the covers, and threw them against the wall in anger. Minutes passed, when I heard a knock on the door.

"Hello? Darren, you okay in there?", I heard a voice from the other side. It was Angela, my mother.

"Yeah, Mom. Everything's okay". I was shaking in panic. It was even evident in my voice.

Angela opened the door and walked in.

"Darren, what's wrong? Something's bothering you."

"Mom. Nothing's wrong. I promise"

Angela sat down on my bed, and sighed.

"Darren, you can talk to me. You can tell me what's wrong. I can help you"

You can't help me.

"Nothing's wrong. I promise"

"Darren, I know you. Just tell me what's wrong, and it'll be okay"

My stomach rumbled, and I felt like I was going to lose it.

"I just want to go to bed. Can you please leave me?"

"Good night, Darren. See you in the morning"

Angela walked out the door, and left it open.

I just sat there, in bed. I was shaking, in fear of what would happen to me.

What if Steve found out what I am now?

No. He wouldn't kill me. He's my best friend. He wouldn't kill his best friend, would he?

He swore to hunt down and kill every single vampire. And I'm one of them.

Not only was my family in danger, I was in danger.

I was able to hear the living room phone ring. Due to my increased hearing, I was able to hear the other line. Angela picked up the phone.

"Hello?", Angela spoke into the phone.

"Hello, Angela. I was hoping to be able to talk to your son, Darren", Steve spoke.

"I don't think he's willing to talk to you. He's been acting weird all day"

Steve knows what I am. He stared at me in the crowd when I lost control, and drank from Alan.

I'm so screwed.

"Is he... dead?", Steve replied.

"No. Why would he?"

"Random question. Sorry".

"Steve. What the hell is going on?"

"You really don't want to know", Steve replied.

"I'm really sorry, but I need to know", Angela said.

"Angela, listen. I think I'm just going crazy", Steve replied.

Angela hung up the phone.

I need to go back to the Cirque. If they would accept a vampire, I'm sure they can help me.

Angela stepped through the doorway, and looked at me.

"Darren. You know you can talk to me. If it's a school related problem, you know I can help with that".

I didn't answer. I was too afraid. I just sat there, in fear.

"Steve called me just now. He wanted to talk to you".

I still didn't answer. I just wanted it to stop.

I can't take this anymore.

I just want to die...