Hello and welcome to my new fanfiction! Hope you guys like it. I'm very sorry I couldn't continue Every Night's Another Story (you can look on my profile for more information about that) but I hope this story will make it up to you. Right now, it's rated Teen for moderate language, somewhat graphic descriptions of vampires feeding and violence, and sensuality. I may end up changing the rating to M, though.

Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think!


The screaming stopped on the third day.

It was for that long he'd sat there, watching her. His hands were on the ground, propping him up slightly, eyebrows raised with interest. He had only moved from his perpetually frozen state in this position once, to restrain her arms as she wildly flailed them about, and when she had stopped doing that, he had gone back. He had not moved an inch since, staring at her with heavy-lidded scarlet eyes.

He reasoned that whoever had left her here was quite an intelligent idiot. Among the thick trees, surely, no human would hear her screaming, but what if they happened to wander through the forest and found her before she was ready for hunting and reported it to the authorities? It was best to stay with a newborn until the transformation was complete, obviously, but perhaps not everyone thought of it this way…

He had first heard her from a few miles away and had come to investigate the peculiar screeches and scents wafting from this strange being. Then, suddenly, there she was, writhing in some sort of unbearable agony, and he knew what had happened. So he'd sat, to keep watch, thinking the whole time that she was very attractive even in her torn form of corpselike existence and wondering what Victoria and James would think of a new addition to their nomadic trio.

She died a few hours later.

So he had waited. Waited as her organs slowed to a halt. Waited as the color in her skin vanished, leaving a stark white, opalescent screen behind. Waited as the blood in her system turned to saccharine venom. Waited as her face turned into a variety of foul expressions as her lips got plumper, her nose straighter and smaller, her eyes transforming into a perfect almond shape. Waited as she stopped moving and just lay there, dead, tortured by nightmares and pain he'd long forgotten about. She was silent.

Not long after that, she had awoken, in a way. Her eyes hadn't opened, but she had extended a hand and felt all around his face, his chest, and finally his own hands, taking one in hers. She mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like a name. "Laurent," he'd said, but she was already gone in whatever gruesome cavity she'd been trapped in previously.

When it was over - really over - she opened her eyes, sat up, and looked at him inquiringly for a long moment. Of course she was even more beautiful now; he had not expected any less. Her eyes, a bit more narrow than they had been previously, sat beneath perfectly sculpted brows, irises a vibrant cherry red. A slightly button-shaped nose perched above a pair of plump, full lips, extremely tempting in their flawlessness. Her bronze curls tumbled down a few inches past her shoulders. However, what he noticed about her most was her new body, the definition of an ideal hourglass figure with jaw-dropping curves barely hidden in a thin sweater and pair of shorts that must not have kept her very warm as a human.

He knew it was rude to stare, but he wanted so badly to.

"My name is Laurent," he said, after nothing had happened for several long minutes other than her looking at him. "Might you tell me yours?"

"What happened to me?!" she yelped instead, looking at her hands, her body, with an expression of absolute terror. Even in her earsplitting fury, her voice was oddly relaxing, like a set of clear, sharp bells, and Laurent suddenly was incited by the thought of what his name would sound like on her mouth. How inappropriate his thoughts were, but she didn't have to know what was on his mind.

She looked as if she might cry now if she was able t, dismay reflected in her eyes. She looked up at Laurent as he stated, "I will tell you what happened if you promise to listen."

She nodded, gulping. "I'm Margot," she said. "And this is…this is Hell. I need to…" Margot never finished that sentence; she stood and looked down at Laurent, her teeth grinding into her bottom lip. Then she was running, so swift that only the eyes of one like him could catch her before she was gone, already a mile away. He heard them before she reached them; two females, returning to their hotel in a back alley of town. There was a shriek of surprise, a vain attempt to fight her of, and then the luscious smell of fresh blood wafted through the air. It was all over within a few minutes.

Laurent waited for her to finish eating. He wasn't sure if he should approach her after the dead was done; he knew someone so recently bitten was a feral monster, and if he stepped too close, her temper could kill him easily. Again. Just as James and Victoria emerged from the trees after their own hunting trip, finding him sitting on the forest floor and smelling the air for Margot, the new vampire came back and pounced on him with a force not unlike a battering ram. Her impact sent his body even further into the ground. She crouched on his chest, but she wasn't looking at him or even James and Victoria. She wasn't looking at anything, it seemed, her distant eyes swiveling around at warp speed in their sockets, so fast even he had a hard time keeping up. Her lips were parted slightly, exposing teeth stained a bright crimson, and blood leaked from the back of her mouth all over her jaw and bottom lip, dripping onto both of their shirts.

"Who is this?" James asked, and though it was quite a frightening sight, he sounded only curious. Entertained, even.

However, Margot still wasn't paying any attention, as she had caught the scent of more humans to the southwest. The three of them followed her and watched, amused, as she continued her gruesome feast. "Cute," Victoria purred. "We should keep her."

And indeed, in the brief moment that Margot stopped eating, they managed to catch her and talk to her. It was that day that Margot joined their coven, making it a group of four, and things took a turn for the better…yet also the worst.

That was the day that Margot was reborn a monster.