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Chapter 2 - Revelation

GPOV (George's point of view)

After the night in the forest with young Alice, we arrived back at the empty house that I owned. At least now, it would no longer be empty. Since Alice had woken up yesterday, my world had turned upside down, but its change was for the better. I had grown rather fond of Alice as a human, she interacted with me to some extent which made me feel that she saw me differently to the humans that surrounded her. I hadn't initially thought of changing her until the day I felt the presence of another of my kind. Vampires didn't usually venture to the asylum so it unnerved me. Why would a blood-thirsty vampire want to come to an asylum?
The first thing I noticed about the vampire in question was his smell. Rich and thick, like vanilla. he obviously used this to his advantage, drawing unsuspecting victims to their deaths. The second thing I noticed was his looks. He was extremely handsome, even in vampire terms. His long blond hair was tied away from his face and his angular jaw shaped to perfection. When he was close enough for me to read, the knowledge I gathered shocked me. He was a tracker, a very competent one at that. He came to the asylum to find a victim, and, it seemed he had chosen his victim, my Alice.

I let out a gasp. The vampire spotted me and approached stealthily. "I'm James." He spoke with a slight arrogance about him. "George," I replied, dismissing his offer to shake hands. "So, George, what brings yourself to an asylum?"

"I could ask you the same thing James." I retorted. He spun his head around to face Alice's window and when he turned to face me, he could see the terror in my eyes. "You have a thing for the girl." James smirked. "Well George, let the best man win shall we?" Did he think I wanted to hunt her?

"No James, I'm not here to hunt." He gave a bemused look before replying, "and neither am I. For now." With that he disappeared into the forest. I breathed a sigh of relief but I knew it would be short lived. James would come back and take Alice. I wouldn't be able to stop him, a young, fit vampire versus me? I had to think of a plan to save dear Alice. He would not take her life.

I returned home to my cottage before dawn and in frustration I broke two desks and threw my fist through a brick wall. I paced for hours, barely bringing myself out of my trance, until it was midday, the time I visited Alice.

I sped through the forest, my legs carrying me faster than ever before, with urgency, until I reached the locked gates to the asylum. The building was extremely old and worn and the ivy seeping up the walls was beginning to cover some of the windows. I scaled the black, iron gates in a swift, solid leap and then ran to the window of Alice's room. She always left it slightly ajar, allowing me to gently lift the window open and enter undetected. Alice was sat in her usual spot in the far corner. Her face in her hands and gently rocking back and forth.

"Alice, its George, how are you today?" I always greeted her. Sometimes I would get a response and other times, when her visions were particularly strong, I would get nothing. Today she lifted her head with strain. I could see the blood coursing through a prominent vein in her neck. She tilted her head and her eyes fixed with mine. She looked terrified. Her matted black hair was strewn in all directions and her face blotchy.

"Alice dear, what is it?" I asked her in a soothing voice, barely moving an inch from my current position. I didn't want to startle her in anyway, or cause unwanted attention from anyone nearby. Alice shook her head, her scent filling the room. I took a deep breath, allowing her sweet fragrance fill me. Although I hunted humans, I wouldn't hunt Alice. She was too important to me to do such a thing.

"He's coming for me." The exasperated look told me all I needed to know. "Alice, you trust me don't you?"
"Yes." Her face became less fraught as she looked into my eyes, as though she could see my none existent soul. "I trust you. I know you will help me."
With that I sprung put of the window and ran through the forest. I had to think of something. The only way I could help her was to get rid of James. I couldn't do that. Maybe I should kill Alice? A voice in my head thought. NO! Another shouted.

I continued to run until I reached the stream behind the asylum. Here I sat and watched two fauns frolicking on the opposite side. They were oblivious to my presence. My scent being washed along the stream in the opposite direction.

It was then it came to me. Alice had another option. She could become a vampire. Be safe. Possibly even destroy James if he decided he still wanted to kill her, which was unlikely. Newborns are extremely strong, much stronger than regular vampires, and much more dangerous, if that is possible.
I knew that changing Alice would also strain our friendship. Newborns don't think about people or emotions, they think about hunting. But if this was the sacrifice I had to make to save her, so be it.

James' POV

The air was growing thick. I could sense something was about to happen, but what? That filthy old vampire thinks he can stop me? I'm a tracker, and if he thinks he will be a challenge then I will rip him limb from limb before I drink the blood that calls to me.
It is strange, I have heard of blood having this effect on vampires, but in all of my years, I had never once experienced it. Probably a myth like those half vampire children I thought. But now, after catching her scent the previous evening, I can see how vampires will risk themselves to sample such a delicacy. I will take my time with this one, saviour her blood and watch her body go cold and lifeless.

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