Author's Note: Hey people! First of all, Happy New Year! :D :D

Okay, don't look at me like that! I know what you might be thinking right now: 'Another fic? You haven't even finished your other ones yet!'. Don't worry, I'll finish iKnow it, and so does everybody, iSpeak Sleeping and iSpeed Date Seddie Style before continuing to post this fic, I just couldn't stop myself from posting the first chapter for you. :D

Anyway, I've been kind of obsessed with this story lately, and I wanted you guys' opinion on it. But it will take a while for me to upload the next chapters, because as I've already said, I want to finish those three other stories first. But well, they are all in the last few chapters, so it probably won't take me that long...

Okay, back to the point. The first three chapters will probably be way longer than the others, because those three are kind of... the prologue of the story? Yeah, they're kind of the prologue... :)

Anyway, like I've already said in the story summary, this is a Seddie story (even though there's no Seddie in the first chapter), but a bit different... :) I've been a bit obsessed with The Vampire Diaries (the TV Series), and that's where I got the inspiration to write this from. :)

Okay, let's go on with what's important!

Note: I know that the American way to write 'Jorge' is 'George', but 'Jorge' is actually the Brazilian way to spell 'George', and I kind of prefer to write it with a 'J'. I hope you guys don't mind... :)

Another Note: I have absolutely no idea how much time it takes to fly from Seattle to Jacksonville on a plane, so I guessed three hours (it might be a little more than that, but anyway...), so I'm sorry if it's too much more than that! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, or The Vampire Diaries.

Warning: When I said The Vampire Diaries style, I also meant The Vampire Diaries level, and that means there are some scenes with death and violence.

And now... Enjoy! :)

Darkness Times

Prologue

For many people, death means the end. But for some, it's only the beginning of everything.

Chapter 1: An Unfortunate Visitor

Pam & Jorge Puckett

It was a clear and beautiful night, and Pamela Puckett had decided to stay home that day. Her daughter, Sam Puckett, now eighteen years old, would be back from Carly Shay's apartment soon. It was winter break time, and Christmas was only eight days away, but in three weeks, Sam would be back to California, where she was studying in college. Melanie would also go home for Christmas break, but only two days later, since she had some plans with her friends and wouldn't be free until then.

The doorbell rang.

Did Sam forget her keys again? Pam wondered impatiently. Sam, during all the years she had lived in that house, must have forgotten her keys over five hundred times. Pam got up from the couch she had been lying on slowly and lazily, wondering why she couldn't have had a more responsible daughter, just like Melanie. She walked toward the front door calmly, but when she opened the door, she froze, her eyes widening slightly for a second, but she soon managed to hide her shock. There, standing just outside her front door on the front porch, was the man she had wished she'd never see again.

She had met Tyler a few days ago and they had started going out, even though he could not be much older than twenty years old. His young age was not a problem, though, for Pam had never really cared about dating guys that were considerably younger or older than herself. Everything had been fine between them for a few days, until Pam found out something about him—a very dark secret of his—and because of that secret, she had dumped him after a really long fight between the two of them. She wasn't scared of him and his empty threats, but she had to admit that she hadn't expected him to really go after her, and that made her a bit nervous. But not scared. No, not at all. She was a Puckett, after all.

"What are you doing here?" Pam asked the dark figure standing right in front of her harshly.

Tyler seemed completely unaffected by the harsh tone of her voice. "I really don't think the way you treated me the last time we met was really… polite, you know?" he replied calmly, a very subtle smirk threatening to break out on his lips.

"Well, that's the opinion of a bloodsucker," she shot back at him, glaring at him as she spoke. Yes, she really meant bloodsucker, for Tyler was a vampire, and that was precisely the reason why she had dumped him.

"Pam, why don't you invite me inside, so we can talk about what happened?" he asked, smiling a bit, as though trying to make her calm and convince her to do what he was saying, and she tried not to stare at his bright white teeth.

"I'm not gonna—" Pam started, but he cut her off.

"Pam, invite me in," Tyler said, looking deep into her eyes.

Pamela didn't know why, but she did what he said. It was like she didn't have control over herself for a few seconds after she looked right into those dark green eyes. She felt as if she was in some kind of trance as her body seemed to act on its own.

Once Tyler was inside, he closed the front door shut behind him and took a few steps toward the living room, and when he was in the center of the room, he paused, before turning around slowly. His eyes had a dark expression in them, which sent a chill down Pam's spine.

It took Pam a few seconds to come back to her right mind, and when she did, she instantly realized what she had just done.

"What do you think you're going to do? Kill me?" Pam asked, challenging him.

"No, I'm not gonna kill you." He made a short pause. "It's pretty easy to turn someone into a vampire, you know?" Tyler added, staring at her intensely.

Pam stood completely still. Had she heard him right? "Wha… You want to turn me into a vampire?" she asked in disbelief.

Tyler chuckled lowly. "No, I'm not gonna turn you," he said, sounding as though that was the most obvious thing in the world, and a smirk formed on his lips as he added, "I'll have the pleasure of turning your daughters into vampires."

Pam froze. Now she was scared. She couldn't imagine why he wanted to involve her daughters in any of that. "You don't even know who they are," she told him, doing her best to sound confident about what she was saying. "I've never told you their names or anything at all about them."

Tyler chuckled once again. "Do you really think it was difficult for me to find out that you have two daughters, Samantha, who's studying in California, and Melanie, who's studying in Florida, and that they're identical twins? And also that Samantha is here in Seattle right now for winter break and Melanie isn't, but will be in two days?"

Now Pam really started to panic, though she did her best not to let it show. She would not allow herself to look weak or scared, no matter what he said. How did he find out all that stuff? she couldn't help but wonder.

"You won't lay one finger on them!" Pam exclaimed, and she sounded desperate even to herself, a fact that annoyed her greatly.

"We'll see…" Tyler trailed off, before pausing, his brows furrowing just slightly for a moment as he turned his head to the side just slightly, as though something had suddenly caught his attention. "Oh, look who just arrived home," he said, a smirk suddenly forming on his lips. The vampire suddenly sprung forward in a blur, and barely a second later, Pam felt a sharp pain in her right leg. She fell down helplessly on the hard wooden floor as her leg gave away to her weight right under her, and when she looked back up, she realized there was no sight of Tyler in the living room anymore. She gritted her teeth tightly together as she tried to stop herself from screaming due to the sharp pain that shot through her leg, realizing that Tyler had probably broken it.

And before anything else could be said or done, the front door was pushed open slowly and Sam walked inside the house.

The moment Pam saw the blonde, she felt as though a bucket of icy cold water had been thrown over her, and she suddenly found herself unable to move an inch.

She needs to get out of here! Pam thought, desperate. Even though Sam and her mother had practically hated each other for over sixteen years, now everything was fine between the two of them, especially after that whole therapy incident with Carly, and now they were finally starting to act a bit more like mother and daughter. She couldn't lose Sam.

"Mom? What are you doing on the floor?" Sam asked curiously as she dropped her purse and jacket on the couch.

"Oh, nothing… I was just…" Pam had hoped that Tyler would have gone away by now, but she soon realized she had been foolish to have even allowed that possibility to cross her mind. He wouldn't give up that easily. The only thing Pam saw was a blur, and in less than a second, the scene playing right in front of her eyes had changed completely.

Tyler had one arm wrapped around Sam's neck and the other one wrapped around her waist, holding her in place from behind. The blonde girl tried to break free from his grasp, but he was unbelievably stronger than her, and the more she tried break out of his iron grip, the more she realized that she wouldn't be able to break free.

"Who the hell are you?" Sam yelled, but the black haired man simply ignored her.

"Let go of her!" Pam yelled. She needed to stop Tyler, but when she tried to get up from the floor, she realized that she couldn't stand for more than two seconds before falling back down onto the hard floor because of her broken leg. "I mean it, Tyler! I won't let you lay one finger on her, and if you even think that you're gonna hurt her, I swear I'll—" She was cut off by Tyler, who now spoke in a low voice, which only made him sound even more maniac than he had already sounded since the moment he had first arrived at the house.

"Is that supposed to be a threat?" he asked, laughing lightly. "Do you really think you can do anything against me?" He seemed to be really amused, which made Pam even more furious than she already was. "Now, back to the main point here," he started in a calm and ridiculously annoying voice. "The first step is not my favorite part, but I still like it." A malicious smile played on his lips as he spoke, and Pam wanted nothing more than to just rip that right off his face.

Tyler slowly brought the arm that had been firmly wrapped around Sam's waist up until his wrist was directly in front of his mouth. Sam tried to break free once again, but she failed once more. It was unbelievable how that man could still hold her that way with only one arm.

The next thing Pam saw made her almost pass out. The white part of Tyler's eyes suddenly earned a red color as dark veins became visible against his skin in the area just below his eyes, a sight shocking enough to cause Pam's breath to shake. Tyler bit his wrist without hesitation using his fangs, which had grown suddenly, before lowering his wrist slowly to press it against Sam's lips. She protested, but when he tightened his grip on her neck, making her open her mouth slightly to be able to breathe in more air and try not to suffocate, he got his chance and pressed his wrist against her lips with more strength, making it impossible for her to close her mouth or stop the hot liquid coming out of his skin from going down her throat.

"Tyler, stop it!" Pam yelled and tried to stand up once again, but with no success. She couldn't just sit there and wait for the scene to go on, but she had no other choice.

After a few seconds, Tyler finally pulled his wrist off Sam's mouth, and she coughed a little bit. She could still taste the blood in her mouth, but she could do nothing about it. Pam felt a bit of repulse as she briefly thought about what Sam had just gone through, but that feeling instantly vanished when she realized what was about to happen.

"Now, my favorite part," Tyler said, still smiling, before slowly resting both his hands on each side of Sam's head. Sam was still trying to break free from the man's grasp, but she just couldn't. He was too strong.

"Let go of me!" Sam managed to yell, but yet again, he ignored her.

"Tyler, please! Don't do this!" Pam begged him for the last time, even though deep down she knew it was useless. "She doesn't have anything to do with this! I'm sorry for what I said! Please, stop!"

"If you haven't realized it yet, Pamela, this is not only about you and your horrible way of treating other people. I had planned this way before I met you…" Tyler said, but Pam couldn't understand what he could possibly mean by that. However, she did not put too much thought into it, for she had something far more important to worry about in that moment.

The next scene would, for sure, never leave Pam's mind.

Tyler leaned in slowly, until his lips were almost tickling Sam's right ear. He could hear that she was breathing heavily and that her heart was racing like crazy inside her chest, the smell of her fear emanating from her skin to reach his nostrils. When he noticed that, he couldn't help but smile, before whispering something into her ear. And even though Pam was lying on the floor, she was still able to hear the three words he whispered to Sam.

"Welcome to death."

For a brief moment, Pam saw fear in her daughter's eyes, but with one flick movement, Sam's neck was turned roughly to the left, and the horrible sound of it breaking filled the air for a second.

"NO!" Pam screamed as she watched Sam's lifeless body fall down flatly on the hard floor right in front of her, and for the first time in years, she felt hot tears rolling down her cheeks. In no time at all, she was sobbing uncontrollably, unable to stop the constant flow of tears emerging from her eyes and making their way down her face.

Tyler simply watched her for a moment, his face completely emotionless, not one single hint of regret or even pity in his cold eyes. "If you still haven't figured out why I did this, just ask your ex-husband. Maybe he remembers it." Tyler made a short pause, as if to let his words sink in. "Anyway, this is only half of it all, because in about twenty minutes I'll be on a plane to Jacksonville, where I'll have a little… conversation with Melanie." With that, he made his way past Pam and her daughter's lifeless form, before exiting the house through the front door without a single glance behind.

Pam didn't move for a long time. She just cried, staring blankly at the front door, which Tyler had closed behind himself when he left. It was like she was frozen; like she was in such a state of shock that her brain seemed to have ceased functioning for a moment, but that numbness wore off a few minutes later and she finally made herself come back to Earth.

Pam dragged herself with her arms and good leg until she was sitting right next to Sam. It took her some time, but when she finally got there, she started to cry even harder than before. Seeing her daughter like that made the situation even more real, since she honestly felt as though everything that had happened since Tyler's arrival at that house had been some sort of terrible nightmare, and that she would wake up from it at any second and everything would go back to normal. But deep down, she knew that wouldn't happen.

In an effort to find a hint that Sam could still be alive, even though she already knew it was impossible, she tried to find a pulse as she held Sam's wrist in her shaky hands. Nothing. She tried in the girl's neck by pressing two fingers against the spot on Sam's throat where she would have been able to feel her pulse. Nothing. Pam gripped tightly onto her last spark of hope as she pressed her right ear against Sam's chest, trying to hear a heartbeat, her hand pressed against the girl's chest just in case she might feel her heart beating against her palm, but she heard and felt nothing. And that was when everything sunk in.

Sam was dead, and there was nothing she could do to change that.

That single thought echoed inside her head several times, though its meaning just refused to fully register in her brain. It was just too surreal; it just could not be true. Her mind just did not seem capable of truly accepting that fact, no matter how many times the moment Tyler broke Sam's neck repeated itself in her head.

But that moment was also when she realized something—she could still save Melanie. After several minutes of dragging herself toward the small table by the wall where the phone was set, she was finally able to dial Melanie's phone number. It rang once, twice, thrice; but Melanie just refused pick up the call.

Come on, Melanie, just pick up the damn cell phone! Pam screamed inside her mind, but Melanie still wouldn't answer the phone. Pam tried once again. And again. And again. But every time she tried, she met with no success. She looked down at her watch and realized that Tyler had left the house over an hour ago, which meant that in less than two hours, he'd be in Jacksonville. And in that moment, everything would be lost.

As that thought crossed her mind, Pam finally made a decision—she needed help, no matter how much she wanted to deny it. She had never been the one to admit weakness or to accept help from anyone, but she knew it was necessary at that moment. Desperate times asked for drastic measures, that being the reason why she soon found herself calling the person whom she hadn't talked to in years, and whose voice she had once thought she'd never hear again.

Jorge Puckett, Pam's ex-husband and the twins' father, was the chief of the Seattle police, but he was also a vampire hunter. It was because of him that Pam had first found out about the existence of those creatures, and it was also with him that she had learned to hate them. They had gotten divorced several years ago, but the cause of their separation had nothing to do with supernatural; they just didn't work out very well.

After the night he left, Pam had never talked to him again, so it was completely normal for her to be nervous. The phone rang just once, and a childish-like sounding voice answered the call.

"Seattle Police Department, how can I help you?" The secretary sounded like she'd rather die than be where she was right now, but Pam ignored her.

"I need to talk to Officer Jorge Puckett," she said hurriedly.

"He's not available at the moment. If you'd like to leave a message, he'll return the call later—" She was cut off by a really irritated Pam.

"Listen, this is his ex-wife, and it's a life-death situation. Actually, more like a death situation, so you'll take this phone and tell Jorge that I need to talk to him right now or else I'm gonna go over there and make you swallow the phone along with your teeth, and I can assure you that this is not an empty threat and that I will do it," she told the girl, her patience long since gone.

The line was silent for a moment, until the secretary's voice was finally audible once again on the other side of the line. "He'll talk to you in a minute," she said, and in just a matter of seconds, Pam heard the sound of the call being transferred. It took only a minute, but that minute seemed more like an eternity to Pam.

"Pamela," Pam heard a man's voice saying jokingly, "I really wasn't expecting to hear your voice any time soon, you know?"

"Jorge, this is no time for jokes! You know I wouldn't call you if it wasn't serious," she hurried to say, not willing to waste one single second, for she knew her second daughter's life was hanging by a thread.

"Yeah, I don't know why I thought that you could possibly be calling me just to say 'hi'," he admitted with a tired sigh. "Now, what's the problem?"

Pam had to use all the courage she had gathered up until then to speak again. She took a deep breath in a failing effort to try to calm herself down, before finally saying, "It's about our daughters, Jorge."

"What about them?" he asked curiously, since Pam had always tried to make him keep the biggest distance she could provide from the two girls.

That was exactly the question Pam had been more nervous to answer, for she was not sure how many more times she could replay the scene of Sam's death inside her head before she had another mental breakdown. She took one more deep breath, before blurting the whole story out at once. Since her date with Tyler, how she found out he was a vampire and how he had showed up that night, possibly turned Sam into a vampire and how he was planning on turning Melanie as well.

"And now, he's probably almost in Jacksonville, and he wants to turn Melanie too. I tried to call her, but she won't answer her phone, and I don't know what to do! So the first person I could think of was you, and—"

Jorge could hear in her voice that she was crying, which made him realize it was time to make her pause and try calm down, even if he found it difficult for himself to stay calm. "Pam, what did he do to Sam… exactly?" he asked, and it hurt every word that left his mouth. He was sure he didn't want to hear what Pam was about to say, but he knew he needed to.

"Well... first he... cut his wrist and... then... he made her drink a little bit of his blood... and... and then... he... he... he broke her neck," she said, her voice breaking at almost every word because of her sobbing.

Jorge had no words to describe how he was feeling in that moment. It seemed like someone had just stabbed him right in the stomach, and he, for the first time in his life, felt like he was about to pass out. "He... he really turned her..." He made a short pause as he tried to process what he had just heard. "Where is she right now?"

"She's here on the floor... still knocked out," Pam answered slowly, glancing briefly at Sam's unmoving form, before moving her gaze away, for the sight was still too much for her to handle.

Jorge thought for a moment. Sam would wake up soon, and even if he didn't want to admit it, there wasn't anything possible he could do to save Melanie from the same fate Sam had met. From what Pam had told him, Tyler would probably be in Jacksonville in less than an hour, and even if they got to Melanie's dormitory faster than he did, maybe they wouldn't be able to stop him, and more people would die because of it. But in spite of all that, he knew he had to try. Melanie was his daughter, after all.

"Pam, listen to me," Jorge began, his voice earning a calm and serious tone, even though he was feeling the exact opposite way inside. "Keep trying to contact Melanie. I'm gonna send some of my agents to Jacksonville and try to stop Tyler. If Sam wakes up, don't let her leave the house. I'll be there as soon as possible." And with that, he hung up.

Pam kept staring off into space for about a minute until Jorge's words finally sunk in, and when that finally happened, she hurried to dial Melanie's number into the phone she was still holding in her shaky hands. And once again, her daughter didn't answer the phone. She sighed, but kept trying for several more minutes, until she heard the doorbell ringing.

"Pam, it's me! Jorge!" said a familiar voice calling from outside the front door.

"It's open!" Pam replied, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get up to open the door herself because of her broken leg.

When Jorge entered the house, he realized that the scene right in front of his eyes was even worse than he had imagined. Pam was sitting on the floor, her leg lying on a strange and not normal angle, though that was not what really caught his attention, for his eyes soon found Sam. He had tried not to picture her until that moment, and seeing her lifeless form lying on the floor made it all even more real. That terrible sight made him realize that this wasn't a nightmare that he could just wake up from and everything would be back to normal.

Without a word, Jorge slowly made his way over to where Sam's body lay, only to kneel down right beside her. He eyed her for a moment, refusing to believe the image his eyes insisted on conjuring inside his head was in fact real.

Sam's eyes were closed, her face calm and peaceful. Anyone would have thought she was asleep if it wasn't for the fact that her chest refused to move, as it would if she were breathing, and that her neck seemed to be bent on a very awkward and unnatural angle, giving away the fact that it was broken, as well as that her life had been taken away from her so abruptly. Slowly and hesitantly, Jorge lifted his right hand and caressed the girl's cheek with the back of his hand, feeling the unnusual coldness of her skin against his own.

Jorge's eyes began to water as the truth finally seemed to dawn upon him, no matter how painful it was. Sam was dead. She was dead. And that wasn't all, even though Jorge for some reason refused to allow himself to think about what would happen when she woke up again.

He had no words to describe how he was feeling in that moment. He had never hated vampires so much in his life, and the happenings of that night made the memories from what had happened five years ago suddenly come back to him, flooding his mind and only intensifying his pain.

He was working late that night and was called to help on a case of someone who had heard strange noises outside their house. He was not yet chief, so this sort of work was not entirely rare for him. He just didn't know his life would change forever that night.

There were four dark figures lying on the ground in the middle of the deserted street when he got to the adress he had been called to, all of them dead. But that wasn't the worst part of it all. When he walked up to Officer Charles, he finally understood what had happened, and he doubted every word he heard until he saw one of the corpses. The young man, who couldn't have been older than eighteen years old, had his jugular completely ripped open, and his neck and shirt were both completely stained with dry blood.

In the seconds that followed that horrible vision, he was told that his son, Ryan, 17, had been one of the victims of the beast that had killed four teenagers, and that the thing that had killed them had gotten away. That was the biggest shock of his entire life, and that was the first time he had cried in over ten years.

Since that night, he had hated vampires more than any other thing in the world, and he did everything he could to kill as many of them as he could. And the first one he'd killed had been precisely the one that had killed his son.

Forcing himself to tear his gaze away from Sam, Jorge then hurried to make his way up to where Pamela was after coming back to reality. He helped her stand up, letting her completely support herself on him, and thanks to his help, she was finally able to sit down on the couch. He then walked to the kitchen, avoiding the sight of Sam lying dead on the floor at all costs, and got Pam a cup of water.

She drank it down slowly, and just then she realized that she was shaking badly.

"What happened to your leg?" Jorge asked once she was done with the cup and had handed it to him so he could place it on the coffee table.

It took Pam a few seconds to respond, as though speaking had suddenly become difficult for her. "Tyler broke it," she finally said.

Jorge was about to say something, when the sound of his phone ringing suddenly filled the air, and he hurried to answer it as he stood up from the couch.

"Officer Puckett talking," Jorge spoke into the phone, his voice suddenly earning a serious and professional low tone.

"Boss, we've got a problem. The University doesn't want to allow our entrance without the permission of the local chief, but the local chief won't give us the permission we need because he doubts what I told him," Jorge heard agent Steven say on the other end of the phone line. He felt extremely lucky that Steven and Paul, another agent of his, had been near Jacksonville with their families because some agents had gone on a break from work due to Christmas, and that they had agreed to try to solve the situation, since Jorge couldn't do it himself.

Jorge sighed, for he had feared something of that sort might happen. He gave Steven a few more instructions that might be enough to convince the local chief to allow his men inside the University, before hanging up, his hope that he would actually be able to save Melanie's life growing smaller with every passing minute.

Pam realized by the look on Jorge's face when he sat back down on the couch that what he had heard on the phone a few seconds ago wasn't good news.

"What happened?" she asked, fearing what she'd hear next.

"Melanie's University won't let us in, unless we get the local chief's permission," Jorge replied lowly.

"Oh, God... Well, but at least Tyler won't get in," Pam said, trying to see a good point in their current situation.

"Unfortunately, I can't agree with that," he told her with a sigh. "He's a vampire, Pam. We can't stop them that easily."

Pam knew she could not argue with that, a realization that only amplified her panic. "What are we gonna do? Tyler must be there in Jacksonville by now, if he's not inside the University already! And here we are—" She was interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing loudly. She pressed the button to accept the call and brought the phone up to her ear with a shaky hand, not even looking at the screen to check the caller's ID.

"Hello?" Pam spoke into the phone.

"Mom?" Pam heard a familiar voice on the other side of the line.

"Melanie?" Oh, thank God, she thought, relieved that she could finally hear Melanie's voice. "Melanie, is everything okay?" she asked, sounding way more nervous than she meant to. She saw Jorge's curious expression and pressed another button on the phone, putting the call on speaker, since that way he'd be able to hear the whole conversation.

"Uh... Yes, why wouldn't I be?" Melanie asked curiously, noticing her mother's nervous behavior.

"Oh... I was just... worried because you wouldn't answer the phone..." Pam didn't know what else to say, so she let her voice hang in the air.

"I went out with some friends and forgot my phone in the dormitory. That wasn't really a reason to get so nervous and call me so many times," Melanie said, amused. Her mother was acting pretty weird, but she decided not to say anything about it. "But why did you call me in the first place?"

Pam sighed. That was precisely the question she feared the most, but at the same time, the one she was hoping Melanie would ask. She didn't know what she'd say or how she would do it, but she knew that she had to get Melanie out of that place right now. "Melanie, listen to me," she began, her voice urgent. "You need to get out of the University right now, and I really mean right now." As she spoke, Pam couldn't help but hope that Melanie wouldn't ask any questions about her weird request, which, unfortunately, didn't happen.

"Uh... What?" Melanie asked, thinking that she probably hadn't heard it right.

"You need to get out of there, Melanie! I mean it!" Pam repeated, her voice growing more desperate at each word she spoke. The longer it took for Pam to convince her daughter to leave that place, the closer Tyler got to where the girl was.

"But why—" Melanie stopped abruptly—too abruptly.

"Mel?" Pam asked once, but she got no response. "Mel?" Pam tried once again, a bit louder this time, but the response she got wasn't the girl's voice she was expecting to hear.

"Isn't it cute how you're still trying to stop me?" an annoying and amused voice echoed on the other side of the phone line.

Pam felt a chill going down her spine at the sound, her heart suddenly speeding up. "Tyler," she whispered, his name coming out of her mouth like a curse, and both she and Jorge felt even more desperate than they already were.

"Did it really cross your mind that you could possibly stop me, Pamela?" Tyler asked, and then laughed loudly, like he thought the current situation was absolutely hilarious.

Jorge decided to intervene, for he could see Pam was in no state to talk. "Well, you're not gonna get away with this," he said, his voice firm as he tried to sound a lot more confident than he truly was.

"Who's that one?" Tyler's sounded surprised by the sudden sound of the unknown voice.

"I'm Officer Jorge Puckett, Chief of the Seattle Police, and—" Jorge didn't have the chance to finish that, for Tyler hurried to cut him off.

"Wait, wait, wait," the vampire said, a strange tone taking over his voice, though neither of the humans were able to identify the meaning behind that change. "You're really Jorge Puckett? Like... the twins' father?"

"Yes," Jorge said simply, not really understanding why that single fact was so interesting to Tyler.

Tyler started laughed once again. "Oh, God, this is even better than how I had imagined it! Seriously, you have no idea..." He let the sentence hang in the air for a short moment.

"Where's Melanie?" Pam asked nervously. She hadn't heard Melanie's voice since the moment Tyler's voice was heard for the first time in the phone call.

"She's enjoying her drink, if you get what I mean..." Tyler said, the meaning of his words as clear as crystal to both Pam and Jorge.

Pam felt even more desperate than before as she heard those words, for they made her realize that during that whole time, Tyler had been making Melanie drink his blood.

"Tyler, why don't we just calm down and talk things through before doing anything we'll regret later?" Jorge said in an effort to try to make Tyler give up on the idea of turning Melanie into a vampire too.

"Do you really think I'm gonna regret doing this? If you really do, then you're extremely stupid," Tyler told Jorge. "And anyway, I gotta go now, so..."

Jorge knew what Tyler was about to do, and so did Pam, but there was nothing the two of them could do to stop it, and they were both pretty much aware of that, even though they decided to ignore that knowledge as they insisted on trying to convince the vampire to stop and not take away Melanie's life, like he had done to Sam.

"Tyler, don't!" Jorge said, gripping tightly onto his last bit of hope that Tyler would somehow change his mind, even if he knew it was useless.

"Tyler, please, I'm begging you!" Pam screamed, and she started crying once again.

The sound of someone coughing was heard in the background of the phone call for a brief moment, until Tyler's ice-cold voice could be heard again.

"It's too late now."

A crack was heard on the other side of the line, and in that moment, both Pam and Jorge felt like they had just lost everything they had ever had in their lives. Pam started sobbing once again as a brand new wave of fresh tears began to fall, while Jorge somehow managed to control himself enough to speak again.

"You won't get away with this. Some of my agents are gonna be there at any moment now." Jorge tried to sound serious, but his voice was breaking at every word he said.

"Really? Then how did I get away from them five years ago?" Tyler asked.

"What are you talking about?" Jorge asked, frowning at the vampire's words.

"Why don't you ask your son?" Tyler asked, and then laughed once again, before hanging up.

The world stopped for a second in Jorge's mind. Everything was blank except for the fact he had just realized—Tyler was the vampire that had killed his son five years ago. But… What about the vampire woman Jorge had killed so much time ago? But that wasn't the main point in that moment; the point was that Tyler had killed both his daughters as well. The only clear thing in his mind in that moment was that he needed to kill that vampire, even if it was the last thing he'd do in his life.

Jorge's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone gasping loudly, which made Jorge and Pam quickly look around, only to spot Sam sitting up and gasping for air.

Sam Puckett

Sam felt weird.

Her head was throbbing and heavy, which made her feel as though she had one of the worst hangovers in history of time. As she sat up, a sharp pain shot through the back of her neck, and she found herself rubbing it in an effort to lessen down the stiffness of the muscles there, for it felt like a very strong cramp. Sam's vision kept going in and out of focus, and her eyes hurt due to the brightness of the room. She looked around and saw her mother sitting on the couch, though her image was not very clear thanks to the fogginess of her brain and unusually blurry vision. As she tried to make her vision go back to normal, she realized there was someone else in the room. But who... Was that her father?

What is he doing here? she briefly wondered, rubbing her forehead with her palm as she tried to lessen down the throbbing, but with no success.

She stared up at the two, confused. "What... what happened? Why... why are you here, Dad?" Sam asked, her voice coming out weakly and hoarse, as though she hadn't talked for a long time.

Jorge shot Pam a serious look, trying to tell her to let him take care of that, which went unnoticed by the blonde girl. Sam probably couldn't remember what had happened. Actually, Jorge was surprised to learn that she even remembered who they were in the first place. He had always believed that when someone became a vampire, they would simply forget their previous life completely, but now he realized that he had been wrong to think that.

Jorge cleared his throat before speaking. "Uh, your mom called me... because a man broke into the house," he lied, hoping that she would believe it.

"But why am I on the floor?" she asked, still confused. Her head hurt for even trying to remember what had happened.

"He hit you in the head, and you were knocked out for some time," her father went on, and much to his relief, she believed his story and did not ask any more questions.

Sam tried to stand up, but she felt extremely dizzy, and she had to support herself on the nearby couch to finally be able to stand, the fact that she was wearing high-heeled boots not helping at all.

Jorge walked toward her slowly. He was extremely hesitant because he didn't know how she'd react to a human presence too close to her. He had never met a vampire in transition before, so how she'd behave was a complete mystery to him. His heart was racing as he watched her every move, and for a brief moment, he wondered if she could hear it. Did a vampire already have their senses heightened while still in transition? Jorge doubted it, but he could not be entirely sure.

"How are you feeling?" Jorge's voice was loud in Sam's ears; a lot louder than she would have judged normal.

"Can you just not talk so loudly, please?" she asked, her voice pleading. "My head hurts like hell," she added when she noticed the frown on her father's face. "I feel dizzy, and I must have blacked out with my neck in a very weird way, because it's really hurting as well." As if to confirm her words, she rubbed the back of her neck once again, but that did nothing to ease the pain she was feeling there.

Sam could not entirely undertand the emotions that crossed her father's face as he heard those words, but it wasn't like her mind was clear enough for her to try to figure it out. "Let me see if you have any signs of a concussion," Jorge said as he walked up to her, grabbing a flashlight from his belt. His voice was low, for it seemed her hearing had indeed changed already. He stood right in front of her, and, after a brief moment of hesitation, he turned the flashlight on and pointed it straight into her right eye.

Vampires' eyes had a very peculiar reaction to direct light. The pupils would narrow unbelievably quickly, a reaction a lot faster than the one that could be observed on humans, but the moment the light wasn't pointed at them anymore, they'd go back to normal size in less than a second. Their eyes would start to water and the vampire, start blinking, since their eyes were extremely sensitive to light. And that reaction was exactly what happened when he pointed the light into Sam's eyes.

"So?" Sam asked, impatient as she blinked several times. Her eyes hurt even more than before, for the light from her father's flashlight seemed unusually bright to her eyes.

Jorge hesitated briefly before responding, checking that reaction more than once because he had never actually seen it, he had just been told about it. "Uh... There are no signs of a concussion or anything like that," he said finally, turning the flashlight off. "So... Is there anything else? I mean, apart from the headache, the dizziness and, well... the pain in your neck?" He knew he was risking a lot by standing so close to her, since he had no idea of how things would turn out and how she'd react, but he needed to know what she was feeling, for he had to know what exactly he was dealing with.

"No, not really." She made short pause, before adding, "My eyes are just acting out a little bit, and my hearing is really crazy."

Jorge frowned at that. "What do you mean?"

Sam shook her head lightly. "I don't know," she admitted with a light shrug of her shoulders. "My eyes just can't seem to focus on anything very well, and everything is just way too loud." It was just then she realized that she was also hungry. Actually, she was starving, but this hunger seemed different from anything she had ever felt before. It was more intense, and it did not feel exactly like hunger; it resembled some sort of craving or something of the sort. "And I'm just... really hungry." She shook her head, as though trying to clear up her thoughts, and had she been looking at her father as she spoke, she would not have failed to noticed the pained expression that took over his features for a brief moment. "I'll grab something to eat and then I'm gonna crash. Maybe then I'll feel better," she announced finally, before walking to the kitchen without even waiting for a reply.

When she got there, she went straight to the fridge. She opened the door and peered inside, trying to find something to eat, but even though she was starving, nothing that was in there seemed appealing to her in the very least. She simply stood there for a moment, and after a quick glance over everything inside the fridge, she ended up grabbing a plate full of ham. Ham was always the answer. Well, at least it had always been.

But after eating a few slices of ham, she realized that ham wasn't really the answer this time. She kept eating the ham, but it was like the more she ate, the hungrier she became. She stared at the last slice of ham for a few seconds, but it seemed like even though she was hungry, food wasn't exactly what she needed. She swallowed the last slice of ham thinking of how stupid that last thought had sounded and then decided that maybe the best thing she could do was go to bed and try to sleep a little. Maybe she'd feel better after some rest.

Sam crossed the living room keeping that last thought in mind, her heels clattering as they hit wooden the floor. At the sound, Jorge and Pam, who had been engulfed in a whispered conversation while Sam was out of the room, immediately tensed up, though that went unnoticed by Sam as well. "I'm going to bed," the blonde girl announced. "Maybe I'll feel better in the morning."

"Okay, then," Jorge replied, and once again, Sam failed to notice the evident pain that had taken over both his eyes and voice.

Sam climbed up the stairs lazily, and after taking a few more steps down the hallway, she finally reached her bedroom. As soon as she was inside the room, she walked to her bathroom to get ready to go to bed, but the moment she opened the small room's door, everything changed. She paused at the door, her entire body suddenly tensing up as an unknown smell reached her nostrils. She could not identify it at first, but it soon grew incredibly sweet, causing her mouth to water.

She breathed it in slowly as she stepped inside the bathroom, a weird feeling taking over her entire body. She felt as though the only thing that mattered in that moment was finding where that delicious smell was coming from. She breathed it in one more time, and the smell got even more addicting at each second. The smell seemed to be coming from her left, so she spun around and looked at what was there, realizing that it was the bathroom cabinet.

She held out her hand and opened the cabinet slowly, peering inside and finally getting a view of what was guarded inside it, and she couldn't help but frown at the sight, finding it hard to believe what she was seeing.

A blood bag.

And as Sam eyed the bag carefully, she noticed there was a small note attached to it.

Just a small gift from T.

She had no idea of who 'T' was, but that didn't matter to her in that moment. The only thing in her mind was the small bag right in front of her; more specifically, the dark red liquid guarded in its interior.

Sam hesitantly held her hand out toward the blood bag and grabbed it from the cabinet. Her mind went completely blank as she stared at the bag filled with a crimson red liquid that laid in her hands and she soon started to raise it up toward her lips slowly…

She stopped midway the movement, finally realizing what she was doing. What the hell is this thing doing here? Sam wondered, but she had no time to think about that, since she suddenly heard a light knock on her room door. She quickly shoved the blood bag back inside the cabinet, closed the small door shut and rushed back into her room. She marched toward the door, which she swung open quickly, only to find herself face-to-face with her father, who was standing in the hallway.

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion, for she had been expecting to see her mother, and not him. "Uh... Dad?" she asked.

"Hey, I just..." He sounded oddly nervous, and Sam could tell that, for some reason, he was choosing his words carefully. "I just came up here to see if you're feeling better, you know, from your headache and... Well, if you're feeling better."

"Yeah, I'm... I'm feeling way better now. My head doesn't hurt that much anymore," she lied. Actually, the headache was even worse than before, but she needed him to get out of there so she could decide what she'd do with that weird and mysterious blood bag. "I think I just need to sleep a little and tomorrow I'll be fine."

"Oh..." Jorge seemed taken aback by her answer, and it took him a few seconds to be able to respond to that. "Okay, then," he said finally. "We'll be down in the living room, so if you need us, just yell."

Sam simply nodded in response, choosing to remain silent.

Her father simply eyed her for a moment, and there was an emotion in his eyes that the blonde girl found herself unable to identify. Before she could say anything, though, Jorge spun around and hesitantly began walking down the hallway toward the stairs.

Sam closed her room door shut quickly and rushed back into the bathroom, opening the cabinet and getting the blood bag back out of there, only to simply stare at it for a moment. She read the note one more time, but yet again, she had no success in trying to understand it. Who's T? she wondered, examining the bag once again as she walked back inside her room and toward her bed, where she sat down. The more she looked at the bag, the more blurry her thoughts became and the more she felt the urge to at least taste its content... What bad could it do? It would be just a little mouthful, maybe even less...

She started raising the blood bag slowly one more time, not really thinking about it as her mind became foggy once again. The moment her lips touched the plastic, she sucked in slowly, using the tube on the upper part of the bag like some sort of straw. She gasped once the blood touched her tongue for the first time, but she soon got used to the feeling as the dark liquid continued to flow into her mouth and down her throat. Even if she had tried to stop, she wouldn't have been able to do it. It seemed like something had taken over her; she didn't felt like herself anymore, and the more she drank the blood, the more addicted to it she got and the more she wanted it. She finished the contents of the bag in less than five minutes, and when she did, she threw the empty bag on the floor, completely out of breath. She felt weird, and even though the headache that had been bothering her since the moment she'd woken up earlier had magically gone away, now she was feeling even dizzier than before.

And as she struggled to try to understand what the hell had just happened, Sam caught a glimpse of her image in the wall mirror and gasped. Was she hallucinating? She was sure that she had seen something under her eyes; something black stretching as it tried to reach her cheeks, though whatever it was, it vanished before she could see it clearly. She approached the mirror slowly to have a closer look at her face and saw it again, but this time, it seemed like the veins under her eyes were pressing themselves against the skin right over them, like they were trying to come out, while the white part of her eyes suddenly became red.

She could not stop herself from screaming in horror at the sight. What the hell is happening to me? she thought, panicking. Her bedroom door swung open suddenly and her father burst into the room, his worry as clear as crystal on his face, for he had heard her scream from the floor below, but as soon as he caught sight of his daughter's, he froze, his eyes wide with shock.

"Oh my God," he whispered in horror. He had seen the veins under vampires' eyes coming out like that more than once, but seeing that happening to his own daughter made him freeze completely.

A sudden sharp pain in her gum made Sam bring her hands up to her mouth. It was such a horrible pain that it seemed like her upper gum would tear apart at any second, and she found herself screaming once again, this time due to the pain, but the sound came out muffled because of her hands.

The pain got worse for a second, but then it was gone. Sam removed her hands from her mouth and lowered them slowly and hesitantly, expecting the pain to come back, though it never did. She was feeling beyond weird, but she couldn't explain how… It was just… Different. Both the headache and the dizziness had completely faded away, but now she felt hungry again. A rush of feelings seemed to have invaded her, as if an enormous amount of adrenaline had been shot into her bloodstream, though this felt a lot different than that.

She was startled by the sound of a loud gasp coming from behind her, which caused her to quickly spin around. She looked for the source of the sound and spotted her father standing in the doorway, staring at her… Shocked? Afraid? She couldn't exactly identify all the emotions that were reflected on his face in that moment, but his expression made her turn around once again and look up at the mirror, and what she saw made her eyes widen in shock.

Her canine teeth weren't like they used to be. They were extremely longer and pointier, looking like… Well, fangs. She stared at her reflection for a long and silent moment, until she looked back at her father, who was now backing away from her slowly.

The hungry feeling she had been feeling since the moment she'd woken up was back with full force, and the sound of her father's heartbeat, for some reason audible to her ears, made her mind grow foggy once again and her thoughts irrational. She lost herself for a moment, and when she realized what she was doing, she had already pushed Jorge against a wall and was staring at the veins in his neck. Her mouth started to water as she imagined his warm blood going down her throat…

No…

The hunger would go away…

No… I… can't…

She didn't want it, but she craved it…

I won't… I… need it.

Sam couldn't control it. She flew to his neck, the soft skin not being able to stop her sharp fangs, which resembled two tiny daggers.

Jorge gritted his teeth together as the pain shot through his nerves. He had never been bitten by a vampire before, so he didn't know the pain was that much, and the weird feeling of his blood being drained from his body was truly horrible. He could have driven the stake he kept on the inside part of his coat through Sam's stomach, since that would make her let go of him, but he couldn't make himself do it. She was his daughter. And even though he was sure he'd die, the only thing he did to at least try to free himself was pushing her with as much strength as he could gather, but she was unbelievably stronger than him, exactly how he had imagined her to be.

His blood was even better than the one from the blood bag. His was fresh, warm—even more addicting.

Stop…

She couldn't stop, it was too good… The feeling of his blood flowing down her throat was just too good... She felt her strength growing at each mouthful of blood she swallowed, as though every drop of his blood gave her some sort of power she had never even dreamt of having.

Stop…

She could feel his hold on her arm loosening gradually… His heart was beating frantically inside his chest as it struggled to pump the little remains of blood that still ran through his veins... He didn't have much strength left…

STOP!

Sam flew off Jorge, throwing herself backwards, and her father fell forward on the hard floor, unmoving.

What did I do? Sam asked herself, panicking, but she didn't want to go near him again. She didn't want to risk hurting him again… That was, if he wasn't already dead.

That last thought made her panic even more than she already was, which caused Sam to turn around and run out of the room. She needed to go somewhere alone and far away from everyone, and she needed to do it now.

When Sam got to the first floor of the house, she crossed the living room so fast that she was already facing the front door in less than a second. She heard a gasp coming from behind her and quickly turned around, startled by the sound. Her mother was still sitting on the couch and was staring at her with wide eyes, and Sam could easily tell why. She knew that there was blood all over her mouth and chin, but she did nothing to clean it. Instead, she turned around once again and yanked the front door open. She heard her mother calling out her name, but she didn't look back as she ran away from the house and into the darkness that surrounded it.

Author's Note: Alright, calm down Seddie warriors! I know that there was like, no Seddie at all in this chapter, but don't worry, the Seddieness will start in the next chapter ;)

Well, I think that's it for now. Thanks for reading, and please leave me a review telling me what you thought of the fic! Pwetty please! :D

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