This story has no sparkling vampires or jealous werewolves. No ideas are stolen from 'Twilight', 'Cirque Due Freak', or any other vampire book/movie. The fic might contain a couple of stereotypes, but also some original ideas. Entirely told from Sam's point of view.

Full summary: She'd always thought vampires didn't exist. Heck, everyone in the world did. But when Sam Puckett becomes one upon a fateful night, she quickly discovers her uncanny craving for the blood of those she loves- especially her close friend (foe?), Freddie Benson. Wanting nothing more than to suck him dry of all that courses through his veins urges her to avoid him at all costs. But what if he's the only one she can trust with her secret? AU and Seddie.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly.

I was heading back from Carly's place, quite against my own will. It was 8 o'clock on a Friday night and normally I'd be spending my time over at the Shay's. Unfortunately, my stupid cat Frothy is stinking up the house, and in order to bathe the stupid thing both mine and my mother's viciousness was required.

I sighed, quickening my pace. The sooner I made it there and did the deed, the sooner I could go back to Bushwell Plaza and chill. I was taking my usual shortcut behind some people's backyards when I thought I heard footsteps behind me.

Question: When you're walking alone at night, with no one else around, and then you think you hear someone following you, what do you do? That's right. Stop dead and listen, because if you heard right, then you've got some major freaking out to do.

So I listened, but if anyone was trailing me, then they had stopped, because no sounds were heard over the wind rustling tree leaves. I scanned the perimeter, squinting as if it would help me see further in the dark. Spotting nothing, I shrugged and kept walking.

It seemed like the Sam-ish thing to do, alright?

But just seconds after I began, I heard them again, for sure. I froze in place again, turning around. When you're feeling this cautious and wary, you feel the need to call out. In all those horror movies, when the innocent victim calls out to see if anyone's there, they're doing it to try and reassure themselves. So I did the same.

"Hello?"

Nothing. I was hoping someone would step into view and apologize for scaring me, going on their merry way. Clearly, that fantasy wasn't about to suffice.

I broke into a jog, fear creeping its way through my body. My heart began to speed up when I heard the footsteps progress. I was definitely being followed.

Sweat began beading on my forehead as I split into a run, then a sprint. Just as I began to think I'd get away, I was tackled to the ground. My mouth was covered, and the shriek bubbling from my throat was smothered.

"You're one of the candies. So, so, sweet. I got lucky," said a gruff voice, obviously belonging to a man.

"Get off of me!" I screamed, kicking and flailing to no avail. He was way too strong, and heavy for that matter.

He turned me over, almost gingerly (to my disgust), and I saw a handsome man, maybe about twenty, staring down at me hungrily. No, literally, he looked starving. I struggled with all my might.

His lips slowly moved toward my neck, and parted. I spewed every swear word in my vocabulary (which was pretty colorful, I might add), but it was no use. His lips finally reached my neck, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Then I felt a sharp pain.

Did he just bite me? Seriously? What. The. Hell.

But then he started to… suck. He was… sucking my blood? What was he, a-

I didn't have time to finish before the pain set in.

An excruciating wave of agony washed through me, my back arching and my vocal cords straining as they released a blood-curdling scream. My fingers dug into the dirt, my toes curling, tears instantly streaming down my cheeks. My vision blurred, and not just because I was sobbing. My eyes glazed over and I saw flecks of brilliant colors dance across my eyes.

I think I begged him. Begged him to stop. To leave me alone. Though my muffled words were barely audible, I knew they would be somewhat comprehensible. Still, he didn't once waver in his actions. I doubt he even blinked.

I began to feel weaker, the cruel soul literally draining the life from me. The pain never receded, even as my energy was fading. So even before death I couldn't escape this never-ending throbbing ache.

All of a sudden, the body on top of me was tossed to the side. I opened my eyes in slits to see a blurry figure. A woman.

"What the hell, Slash? This isn't how we live. I thought you knew better than that, damn it." Her words were fuzzy, almost incoherent.

"We haven't eaten in weeks, Kailani. I… lost control," Slash said. I was too weak to think of an angry comment, writhing on the ground in pain.

"Well then it's imperative that we need to gain you more control. Look at her, for God's sake. She's almost dead! We can't save her now. The venom has most likely almost reached her heart."

Kailani crouched down next to me and brushed hair away from my face. From what I could see, which wasn't much, she looked sad.

"I'm sorry. We can't move you. You're going to have to stay here. You'll pass out, don't worry. The pain- no, agony- will be gone soon. I really hope you live."

Then she whipped her head towards Slash. I couldn't see his expression.

"You don't even know her name, and you might have killed her. Way to go, bucko," She sneered. Then she stood. "We have to beat it. Hopefully we'll see you again, kid."

And then they were gone, with a rush of wind. And I let myself go, slipping into a state of unconsciousness.

~~0o0~~

I groggily woke to stiff muscles and a killer headache.

Sitting up, I massaged my temples and then stretched, cracking my neck and back. Then I took in my surroundings. I was on the ground a little ways away from the backyard of a house, about 3 blocks from my house. It was morning, sunlight filtering through the clouds, birds chirping from their branches.

Then the memories came flooding back to me. Any previous exhaustion disappeared and I shot to my feet.

Instantly, I was overwhelmed. My vision focused and unfocused, my balance threw me off, and I fell.

I got back to my feet with some effort and moved back towards Bushwell Plaza. That's where I needed to be. I needed help, and not from my mother who was most likely pissed. I made it to the street, but that was where things went haywire.

I could hear every car horn honk, every snippet of conversations from the various people around me. Sound exploded in my ears, and my hands instantly shot up to cover them. When did Seattle get so loud?

Determined to get home (well, not my real home, but the best home I have), I began making my way over. It really wasn't too far, but I wasn't positive I could make it.

With each beat of my heart, my vision blurred. Every step I took seemed to shake the ground. I stumbled forward, oblivious to the weirded out looks I must've been getting.

I could smell… what was that? It smelled delicious, yet unfamiliar. It was coming from all around me… I was so hungry… and weak…

There it was!

The apartment that my two best friends lived in. I picked up the pace and shambled through the doors, ignoring Lewbert's earsplitting shouts.

Once up the elevator, I threw myself through Carly's always open front door and collapsed on the couch, passing out once again.

~~0o0~~

I awoke- again- to the blaring noise of a T.V. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my extremely tired muscles, sitting up. Carly eyed me from the other side of the couch, my feet in her lap.

"Hey, Sam. You look really tired," She said casually, glancing at me before turning back to 'Girly Cow'.

"Jeez, Carly, turn that down!" I exclaimed, plugging my ears. She gave me a strange look, but obliged.

Why was it that I could hear Carly's heart beating? Maybe it was just my own and I was being crazy. But still, I could've sworn it was coming from her direction. Not only that but when I looked at Carly I felt an overwhelming urge to… do something. I couldn't identify what it was, but my hunger intensified.

I was still feeling drained but better than before after my nap. I yawned and moved my feet from Carly's lap, stretching and then standing. I stumbled, nauseatingly dizzy.

"Sam, are you okay?" Carly asked, sitting upright.

"Mm-hmm," I muttered mindlessly.

"Do you want something to eat?" She asked.

"Yeah."

I was hungry, but the idea of my favorite foods like ham, fried chicken, and steak didn't seem all too inviting. I know, right? It's Sam Puckett we're talking about here. I figured that the reason for this must've been because I was so woozy. I sat at the counter, holding my head. Then the front door the front door opened.

"Hey guys!" Freddie greeted.

"Hey, Freddie," Carly replied sweetly, putting leftover fried chicken legs in the microwave.

"'Sup Frednub?" I said, spinning in my chair to face him.

And that's when chaos erupted.

I was instantly star-struck with the urge to… what? I don't even know. I was drawn to Freddie, and I craved him. Yeah, craved. I felt a vicious starvation that triumphed anything else. The desire grew larger after each beat of his heart, which I could hear. I felt a strange sensation in my mouth. My teeth felt like they were… elongating?

I covertly stuck a finger in my mouth and instantly pricked it on something sharp. I felt the object up and down and it turned out that it was connected to my gums. There was another on the other side of my mouth as well. They only existed in the upper set of my teeth and they were where my canine teeth should've been. Wait a second…. Oh. Oh no.

They were fangs.

What the-

"SAM!"

I jumped about a foot in my seat and blinked several times, my eyes watering. I realized that I had been sitting there staring at Freddie, unblinking. I tore my eyes of off the nub and looked to Carly who had just shouted in my face.

"We've been trying to get your attention for the past two minutes! Why were you just staring at Freddie?"

I didn't even have time to be embarrassed because as soon as I looked at Freddie again my heart leaped and I almost lunged, my longing having grown larger than ever before. It spread through every pore in my body, slithered through my veins, delivering sweet yet sour desire straight to my heart. I forced myself to hold back, covering my mouth with my hands as my tongue ran over my new fangs. Fangs.

I got up and walked quickly to the front door, which unfortunately, Freddifer was standing by. As I was going to pass him, he grabbed my arm.

Big mistake.

Standing next to him made me realize why I was so drawn to him. The smell… it was his blood. I was smelling blood and yet it was the most scrumptious, succulent, serene scent that had ever passed my nostrils.

As he gripped me, the warmth of his skin spread throughout my forearm. I thought of the blood that was coursing through his veins, so easily accessible through his wrist. I could simply rip the flesh with my sparkling new fangs, taste the wonderful blood flowing from the wound.

Realizing what I was thinking, I wrenched my arm away from him and whipped open the door, skidding down the hall while whimpering like a baby.

I slammed through the doors of Bushwell Plaza, running around and leaning against the side of the building. I sank into a sitting position and hugged my knees to my chest. I buried my head in my arms to think.

That man who, um, bit me also had fangs. Slash, I think his name was. He began to suck my blood. I'd have to be a complete idiot to not put two and two together.

But… vampires didn't exist, right?

Clearly they did. He'd bitten me and that Kailani chick had said that the venom had spread to my heart. How I lived was beyond me. But if they're vampires, and Slash bit me but didn't kill me…

I came to an unusual conclusion.

I, Sam Puckett, was now a vampire.

A/N: So what'd you think? I'm not too into vampire books and movies and all that but I do love the concept of them, so I thought this story would be fun to write. Anyway, any reviewers, subscribers, alert-adders, or favoriters are greatly appreciated. If you're planning on doing one of those, I thank you in advance!