I began crying into Derek's shoulder with blood all around me, my blood. This blood wasn't appealing maybe because it didn't' have the sweet taste of Derek's. I looked at the area where she had turned to ashes and mist. I went back to holding Derek. The sad thing was he was letting me hold him meaning the situation was really bad. He looked into my eyes and was about to speak though his words were cut off with the slamming of a door and footsteps.

The family was there even Marti who was clutched to her father. They looked at us strangely since we were still lying in the shadows awfully close to each other. Derek pushed me away and my body was about to touch the sun light. I stood up and shrouded myself deeper into the shadows. A few seconds passed and I felt my mother's warm embrace.

"What happened?" She asked me in a soft scared tone as she examined my face. I didn't answer and all eyes except mine went to Derek. They looked at him strangely as if he was the victim. I felt sorry for him he was being treated unfairly as usual. I could see from the corner of his lip he had a scratch on him. He was bleeding and I wanted it so bad.

I heard the family yelling at him demanding for an answer. He stood quiet. I smelled his blood and I tried to hold back, but it was so strong. I could see him looking out the window. He simply responded to them. "I don't have to tell you anything."

I was holding the urge so bad I was biting my own tongue and cutting right through it with my fangs. Derek seemed to realize what was happening and looked at me with worried eyes. I think what held me back from him was that I was trapped in the shadows and if I tried to walk toward him, I would easily burn or most likely kill myself. So I sat there in the dark with my own blood trickling down my throat. As I looked at Derek I felt multiple heartbeats and I was able to tell each apart. They were all beating rapidly from the fright or worry of the splattered blood.

"Kids go downstairs," George said and they obeyed, but still looking back, wondering what was going on.

I felt my mother's gaze on me. "Casey, I'm calling the police." She said to me. Before she could leave I had trapped her wrist digging my nails into her. I felt as though another person was talking inside me. "Mother, no. Do not call them-"

She looked at me like I was insane, and silently I thought to myself, I was. I was insane. She retorted back. "Casey then you must go to infirmary look at this blood," she said. She began to remove it with the end of her shirt.

I felt the three people in the room heart beat's stop for an instant. I had no idea what they were staring at. Until my mother rubbed my face again double checking. "Casey you don't have a scratch on you," she whispered in a scared tone.

"What?" I asked her. I rubbed my face, she was right. I could have sworn that the woman had slashed my face multiple times. I felt my breath and heart speed up as I saw Derek's expression. I don't know if my heart was speeding because of the thought that he was scared for me or because of his blood. I didn't know what to do. I began seeing so many lights so many colors. Then…darkness.

I stood in a stone room, a castle perhaps. I was dreaming, but it didn't feel like a dream more like a memory, that wasn't mine. I began walking unaware what I was about to witness. I heard footsteps from downstairs running and soon I heard screaming. I followed the noises downstairs into the basement and saw a red head. She was screaming and she was bleeding her from chest and neck.

I stepped closer to her in a way to rescue her, but I couldn't touch her. It was like that moment, with Marti. The glass wall, but this time, it was like I didn't exist at all. I heard footsteps again and saw a woman I had recognized, her pale face, her black raven hair and her red eyes. She was dead gorgeous. She was the woman who attacked me, Elizabeth Bathory. She walked around her candles from which blood was dripping on them as well. I felt like screaming when I spotted dead bodies in dungeon cells and they were all women. I wanted to get out of here until Elizabeth spoke; I was drawn to it again. I turned waiting to see what would happen next.

"Now, let me remind you why you are here?"

"Lady Bathory, I don't understand what my crime was!" The red head pleaded.

I could hear Elizabeth laugh hysterically she didn't respond back to her. She began to lick the girl's blood trailing down her body. Then another woman came in from out of the shadows. She had dark hair and was pale, she wasn't beautiful. She looked demented with her gray dark eyes and the tattoos on her face. She wore a gray cloak and under it was some sort of large book held firmly in her hand. She was holding some sort of large textbook in her hand. She went toward to Elizabeth and placed a hand on her shoulder. Elizabeth stopped licking the red head's blood and turned to her.

"Elizabeth your being careless, your practically killing noble blood," she said.

"Dorotta, this is all part of the plan, but I'm going to need your magic to help me in the end," she whispered carelessly. "Though to do so-" Elizabeth began cutting her wrist and blood fell to the floor. "I need you to drink my blood."

"But that will turn me into a vampire, like you!"

"Exactly, your blood has no value, if I drink it, I can suck you dry, but with my blood you will become great and be beautiful for eternity. You will help me, when the raiders come."

I watched as the woman began sucking on her wrist. I wondered if that's how I look troubled and pathetic. Once she had stopped Elizabeth pulled out a dagger from her robes and forcefully stuck it in the red head's chest. I watched her die only for a moment for I soon felt being dragged out of the memory and falling into reality.

I had awoken in different bed once more. I looked around engulfing my surroundings and realized I was in Derek's room. It was completely dark, but everything was so visible. I had no idea what happened and was wondering how long was I knocked out. I looked at Derek's alarm and it was seven pm. I rubbed my eyes and suddenly heard footsteps. For some reason I stood up and took a fighting stance. My body was starting to act on its own once more. The door opened to reveal Derek.

I sighed and went back to his bed. He sat beside me. The room was awfully silent except for the minor catches of rough breathing. I looked at him and his gaze met mine. I had noticed that the cut on his lip had already turned into a scab, and I wanted to tear it apart creating blood again. These thoughts were sick, I had to fight them.

"You knocked out…" He started.

"Yeah I figured that," I stated looking away.

"Casey, what are you going to do? Now that you're this?"

"I don't even know…" I said trying to distance myself from him.

I could feel his stare on me and I didn't want to look at him. I heard voices downstairs so distinctly and realized it was my mother's and George's voices. They were arguing and I was aware that the fight was about me.

"What happened while I was asleep?" I asked him.

"The usual I raided your closet threw everything out, nothing strange." He responded. I gasped and narrowed my eyebrows at him. "Okay fine, the police came over, but they left when they saw you sleeping for some reason," Derek said in a confused tone.

"They left? Do you think they know what I am? What I'm going through?"

"Probably, and they don't want to help."

"This is bad; I'm in fucking deep shit right now if the police can't help!"

"Since when do you cuss Casey?"

He stood quiet for a while and came toward me. I have never experienced this type of feeling with him. I didn't know if it was because he was maturing or he cared for me. He put his hands on my shoulders and his expression gazed into my eyes. "Don't worry I'm here for you." I smiled at him a genuine, sincere smile that gave Derek and I hope.

"Well maybe I'll help for a profit," He said in his usual grin signaling the money sign. He ruined the moment

I slapped his shoulder off and we began laughing. It was a bit awkward though, being so calm with him like this. I looked at his neck and began to caress it without even thinking. I could feel his skin receive goose bumps from the touch, but he didn't back away. He pulled down the collar of his shirt signaling it was okay. I didn't want to, but my urges took the better of me.

I came close to him very slowly and timidly. I licked my lips and began my work. He didn't hiss like the first time. I started to gulp his blood. It smelled so sweet and it was so tasty. I didn't want anyone else to come near it; it was mine to drink upon.

The door opened and I quickly parted from him though I didn't want to. There stood the eight year old girl looking at us. I could sense she was a bit scared from last night's occurrence. She came near me and stood on Derek's bed so we were face to face.

"Casey, there's something different about you?" She asked.

Derek butt in, which was I quiet thankful for. "The only thing that has changed about space Case is that she has become more of a complete idiot, Smarti," he said in a playful tone.

"Smerek I'm eight not stupid! Is Casey a vampire?" She asked still with her usual fantasy life.

I looked at her out of all people she would figure it out even thinking twice about the ridiculous question. She was an imaginative girl. Her imaginative life was endless and would continue growing. Her stories that she said were nonsense and cute. Who would believe her? "Okay Marti you win, but you can't tell anyone pinky-promise?" I asked her.

Derek eyes shifted onto me with a curious face. I smiled and gave Marti my pinky and she did the same. "Marti, I am a vampire!" I said in an exaggerated tone.

She laughed "Well you're not going to attack me again? Are you Case?" She asked in her sweetest voice.

"Don't worry, I won't anymore," I said, but inside I had no idea if I was going to be able to keep this promise.

She sighed relieved she knew the truth and that she would be safe. She left the room as if nothing happened. She closed the door on the way out. I look at Derek's neck; blood was dripping from his neck I tried to resist, but ended with failure I licked it clean. He still looked at me confused. He pushed me off and placed his hands on my shoulders to rest there.

"Why did you tell her?"

"C'mon who believes Marti's stories?" I replied. He smiled

The night grew colder and I pressed my face against my window looking outside. I was still in Derek's room from when I had woken up. I was sort of surprised that my mother hadn't asked for me, I guessed she didn't want to pressure me. A huge gust of wind hit my face making the curtains whirl. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes tightly; memories, nightmares were starting to come back.

I remembered her red eyes. Those bloody red eyes, shrouding with blood until the pupil was just a speck. Though that didn't bug me what she had said scared me. Your becoming more like a vampire every second, soon you will kill everyone you love for blood! What if she was right? I had attacked Marti, I couldn't help but biting Derek. I could sense danger already. I sighed and rolled my eyes I could sense that Derek was looking at me. I wanted to talk to him, but I couldn't, he had to make the first move. He started to approach me and looked out the window. I saw his reflection in it, but mine was not there. I turned my focus again on the outside.

"What if I become a vampire?" He asked rubbing his neck.

The thought hadn't occurred to me. I turned my focus to him with worried eyes. You will be a strong vampire with the blood I gave you! Her words echoed into my head.

"You won't become a vampire, trust me? A vampire has to give blood to you, a bite is nothing. They could suck you dry for all they care." I said in a stern cold voice. "Their blood has to be given to you."

"How do you know?"

"A memory." I said blankly.

"A memory? You know what I don't have time for your stupid ranting, I'm going to check on the net."

I couldn't believe him. He was being stupid again. Like always he threw away what I said to him. The truth sometimes he wanted to figure out on his own. I don't even know why he bothered asking. I stared at him he was on the computer and reading. I could tell he was annoyed too. The way he tapped his finger against his desk, it was driving me crazy just watching him.

The thought of him trying to be caring for me, was how you say…idiotic. Of course, he didn't like me, he didn't even enjoy being in the same room as me. Though…what was I doing in his room? Why didn't I awake on my own bed? I looked at him again, did he or did he not care?

"Casey, here this might help you?" He said a bit awkwardly.

I took the sheet of paper, but my gaze locked onto his. "How did I end up in your room?"

He didn't answer to me; he winked and went back to his computer. I began reading it. There were old stories of vampires. On another sheet of paper it had vampire's strengths and limits.

I began to lick my lips; I could still taste him. I still had the urge to bite him, I couldn't resist. I crept near him. My hands went to his shoulders then went to his chest. I was losing control. I felt him tense up. He grabbed my arm ready to push me off, but he didn't. I began getting closer.

"Casey what is this?"

I saw my mother in front of the doorway. I didn't know what to do so I brushed past her and headed toward my room. My mother followed me, I wanted to slam the door in her face, but I couldn't, she was my mother. I sat on my bed. I felt highly uncomfortable to be there though and it made me realize that's why Derek put me in his room. She sat next to me.

"Casey, I'm not going to pressure you to say anything, if you don't want to. I understand, I just wanted to tell you that school should be out for a couple of days. Well, until you recover."

"Recover, Recover from what?" I asked a bit out of turn.

She looked a bit taken back, but I didn't care. Derek was changing me, or I was finally growing. She told me to take care and head to bed, but I threw away her comment. I stood in darkness reading the sheet of paper Derek had given me. An hour had passed and the night sky shone brightly with stars all around.

I looked outside and saw my tree. I went running to the window and opened it. The cold wind hit my face and felt exhilarated. The night was calling to me. I rushed to my closet and grabbed my backpack and dumped everything out. I began filling it with my wallet and clothes. I headed back to the window and began climbing out. My body was acting by itself again, no it wasn't. I realized that once I had climbed on the tree. It was just a pathetic excuse though I wonder why 

I still used it. I looked at Derek's window. It was open. This, what I was about to do was done on a whim.

I had jumped into his room effortlessly and quickly. I went to his bed he was sleeping already. I shook the bed so he would wake up. He groaned and looked at me that made him groan even louder and turned face down on his bed.

"Derek-" I whispered softly to him. "Let's go, leave the family." I had no idea what I was saying, but it sounded fine now that my life was ruined.

He turned to me and sat up straight. "Are you serious? What about school?"

"School, HA! I can't even step outside without killing myself!"

He sat there and he quickly stood up. Was he taking my offer? I saw him but his pants on and realized I had been talking to him in just his boxers. As I watched him get ready, I glanced at a pen and paper at his desk. I grabbed it quickly and began writing. Derek looked at me curiously from behind as he began putting on a sweater. I placed the paper on his bed.

Family, we have been here much too long. My life is changing more than you any of you will understand. I can't come back; I am too different from all of you. I leave this house hoping you will be okay with my decision.

Love Casey,

I turned to face him. He had a bag of his own too. "Are you ready?" We said in unison.

I headed for the window and he headed for the door. I could hear that his footsteps stopped as he examined the lock. "How did you get in here?" He asked.

"Through the window?"

"But the tree is on your side?"

"I jumped!" I exclaimed smiling. "C'mon I'll help you."

I went toward him and grabbed his wrist. I began laughing when he looked out the window. True the tree used to be on both our sides, but after Derek snuck out so much, George finally decided to take action and cut part of the tree off. He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. I saw him dump the two bags out the window and they fell to the floor. I began jumping to the tree and gracefully made my way down. I reached the floor when I looked at Derek he was shimming down the drain pipe. I knew cutting down the tree wouldn't do anything. Once he 

had reached the floor too we grabbed our bags and began running. We didn't know where we were heading, or why we running. No one was in the street, no one was chasing us.

Maybe it was just running away from our lives, our home, our not so understanding family, we were free.

Authors note: Sorry it took so long to upload I had a lot on my mind. I hope you guys like it. Though I'm might take a while on what the next chapter should be about. If you guys have any ideas please review.