A/N: Thank you for the reviews! They mean a great deal to me! And, as promised, Nymartain get's a cookie and this shout out for guessing the song! Anyway, enough from me.

Being Undead.

Chapter One: Awakening.

"Kill me, I'm a monster. I beg you now, cause I'm not a killer."

For a few moments, she thought that she was back at home. In her nicely lit bedroom, the sun filtering through her window. Her father sleeping in the room across the hall. And, for a few moments, she was in heaven. All was at peace, not a pain in her body or doubt in her mind.

But, her heaven came crashing down when a fire started in her throat and spread up through her mouth and situated as a dull ache in her gums. Something was wrong, very wrong.

A panic started to stir within her, things were starting to come back to her.

She was at the Grill with a friend...she couldn't remember her name at the moment. Then, she was running. Something was chasing her through the woods.

Blood red eyes and sharp teeth... Fangs.

A vampire.

Terry's last hold on that last piece of heaven, that piece of calm, was ripped harshly from her grasp as that burning in her throat became so strong that she woke from her death.

Her green eyes opened to a dark room, it was still late, she guessed. She quickly sat up, her jacket was missing and she was dressed in her grey t-shirt, dark red spots of blood littered her shoulders and a fairly large splotch on her left shoulder. Her hand flew to her neck, feeling for the wound there. All she felt was the outline of something, but it felt nothing more then a scratch. No sting or holes there.

It was like that was a dream, and she would have believed it if all of this wasn't such a nightmare.

Where the hell was she? She remembered being dead, she was sure of it. But, she's still here?

She stood on shaking legs, glancing around. It looked to be a spare bedroom, a bed that she was just laying on, a window at the other end of the room, the curtains closed. There was no light around the edges, so it was still dark out. Which was nice, seeing as Terry's eyes were still adjusting to the sights around her.

She felt uncomfortable. Like she was thirsty and hungry at the same time. She paused, her eyes landing on the closed door. She needed to get out of here before her captor get's back. She bent down and removed her footwear, carrying the sandals in her hand as she walked towards the closed door. Her hand gripped the doorknob and twisted, the door opening with a click.

"Where do you think you are going?" Someone asked behind her, making Terry stop in her tracks, hand still on the door handle. She slowly turned her head, eyes wide. A man stood there in a black shirt and jeans, his arms crossed across his chest. He smirked at her, his blue eyes mischievous. " Also," He continued, " shoes or not, I still would have heard you."

"Who are you?" Terry demanded, backing away into the hall.

"Damon. Who are you?"

"Terry." She stated, "you were the one who attacked me, right?"

"No." Damon said, "I found you, whoever attacked you was long gone by the time I got there. But, I was the one who fed you my blood, then killed you a second time."

Terry stared at him, then shook her head. "You're insane. Where's my jacket? I'm leaving."

"Your jacket was ruined, so I got rid of it. Besides, it was pretty ugly. Where did you get it, off a homeless person?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Terry didn't have any of that, though.

"I don't care, you're going to let me go. If you don't, I'll call the police." She said, trying to look firm and confident, although her arms and legs were shaking.

"I don't care." Damon said, "but, you should know that you're in transition."

"Into what?" Terry asked, somewhat cautiously.

"A vampire." Damon stated, watching her reaction. He was expecting a laugh, or for her to turn and leave. But, Terry just stood there, looking confused.

"Vampire." She muttered, glancing up at him. "You turned me into one?"

"I started it off." Damon said, "though you can feed and finish it off, or you can just sit there and let yourself die for real this time."

Terry nodded, "Yeah, I'm going to go home and pull up a good book." She said, "I appreciate the attempt at saving me, but I would rather not become a blood sucking monster."

Damon just shrugged, "suit yourself. You'll see that resisting the urge to feed will be harder when you're around people."

He's insane. Or...I'm insane. Terry thought, turning and heading towards the front door. Vampires, yeah, right. They're only used for sappy romance novels. She thought to herself, yanking the door open. She stepped out into the sunlight. Her eyes throbbed painfully, as if they were frying. She placed her hands over them, gritting her teeth.

"Ah, dammit." She muttered, pulling her hands away as she headed down the driveway. She knew this place, she realized as she glanced up at the old building.

The old boardinghouse. It was only a few minutes outside of town. She let out a sigh of relief, at least she was still in her hometown. She shielded her eyes from the brightness and headed out towards town.

Her fist pounded against the door, it felt like there was a pressure against her skull. Terry has never suffered migraines in her life, but she didn't guess that it would feel like someone was ripping her skull apart. The door was opened, a man in his mid-forties standing there. His eye's widened when he saw her.

"Terry? Where the hell were you?" He asked as Terry walked inside. She was happy to be out of the sunlight.

"What happened to you?" Her father continued, looking over her. "What happened to your shirt? Is that blood?" Terry just shook her head, walking past him into the kitchen. She grabbed a cup out of the cupboard and filled it with water. She gulped it down, placing it back down on the counter without a word.

It wasn't working.

If anything, it just increased the dryness in her throat. She glanced over at her father, who was hovering over her with a concerned look on his face.

"Ter-"

"Dad." Terry said, pulling open the fridge. And started to rummage through it. "Please, I have a really bad headache."

"Are you hungover?" He asked, his voice moving from concern to accusing.

"No." Terry snapped, slamming the fridge shut. "The one time I need food and you have none!"

She ran a hand over her face, wondering what the hell was going on. Everything was so loud, the sound of the air filtering through the vents, her father's breathing, the cars passing outside. Everything.

"Look, maybe you should go sleep it off." He said, walking closer to her. Terry just shook her head again, staring at him. She could hear his heartbeat, her gums starting to ache.

Vampire. The word seemed to echo in her head.

"Terry?" His voice was just above her ear know. She just shook her head, placing her chin on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his torso. She felt his hand rubbing what was supposed to be soothing circles on her back. She could still hear his heartbeat, and she had a sudden urge to bite into the side of his neck where her cheek was pressed against. Something inside her snapped as she pulled away from him and walked towards the door swiftly.

"Where are you going?" Her father yelled after her, Terry quickly scooped up his sunglasses and placed them on.

"I need to go, I'm sorry." She called back as she pulled the door open, gritting her teeth against the sunlight.

Something was wrong with her, and she knew it.

And Damon was the only person that she knew that could help her.

"Terry!" Her father called before the door was slammed shut behind her.