When I opened my eyes, all movement in the room ceased. All I heard was a strong, if too fast, heartbeat, and a heartbeat that sounded like it had been watered down.

Immediately my throat was on fire and I wanted to lunge for them, to drain them...

I shook the thought out of my head when my stomach started to churn uncomfortably. Why was I even thinking about drinking blood?

I scrambled off of the bed and looked around wildly. Immediately a small girl was pulled behind the boy I'd seen earlier and he took a defensive position in front of her.

She was the source of the watered- down heartbeat, I realized, when my eyes landed on what I was looking for. A trash can.

I lunged for it and started to throw up everything. I kept thinking about blood for some reason and that only made me gag more.

"Well that's new." I heard a pretty female voice say.

"Alice?" A low, pleasant with an undertone of terrifying, voice asked.

A different female voice answered. "I have no idea, Jasper."

A hand rested on my back gently. "Sophie? Are you alright?"

I knew that voice. That was the doctor from the hospital, the one who had tried to save me.

"I'm fine." I scowled, pushing him off of me. I squeezed my arm, hoping to feel pain... but nothing happened. When I looked, all my scars were gone. Shit, I thought, How am I supposed to control myself now?

Turning around, I noticed that ten pairs of eyes were watching me. "Um... Can I help you?"

"Sophie, how much do you remember?" The doctor asked me.

I stayed quiet, unsure of what to say.

The one boy's eyes opened wide, and I shrunk back.

"She remembers everything." He said slowly.