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Chapter Three: The Monster
I smiled contentedly at Danny, who was bouncing up and down in his seat. In his hand was a full caramel frapaccino, Starbucks-made.
"Oooh, coffee! I love, love coffee! Oooh, yuummm!"
"Keep it down, Dan," I murmured, pressing my forehead to my temples, then sighing. Would it be too crazy of me to say that I feel for this place just as much as Danny does?
The aroma of coffee beans and cream lingers everywhere, the air is a comfortable warm temperature, and everyone else seems to be taken by this place. They stand in long lines to the counter, lounge on the crowded chairs nearby, and seem as content as I do. From the way they speak, the way they laugh, I can conclude that they're as relaxed as I am.
Almost all food joints and restaurants like this one make me feel this way. The air is filled with the scent of human food that is so strong that the smell of my food is lost. So, I don't have to worry about accidents.
But that's not even the best part. Where food is served, everyone is consumed with their own conversations and their own thoughts. I meanconsumed. No one takes much notice on the people in their surroundings. That's good for me. I'm not the type of person who adores attention 24/7. Even when I walk into a room and close the door shut behind me, people will be thinking about me. Here, everyone is busy; I know they aren't thinking of me.
As you may know, I do not eat what these creatures do. So, at restaurants and such, I still get some attention with my poking at my food but not eating it. I hear "eating disorder" whispers here and there. If I could tell everyone that I'm not sick, and that I just don't eat "their" food, or altogether that I'm a vampire, I wouldn't wish for another thing in my life. But, that comes with side-effects… Nevermind. Here at Starbucks, I can actually eat the food they serve. Really, really eat! I don't throw it up five minutes later.
They wouldn't notice me not eating because I am eating. I blend into the crowd that way. The crowd I refer to is usually all-human, so that makes me feel…human. That feeling is priceless. At my age, the most wonderful experiences are those that help me relive my past, what I was before. I miss being human. A human, in my mind, is the very epitome of innocence. I, on the other hand, am guilty of the worst crime imaginable. Though it doesn't happen now, it used to be uncontrollable then. Completely uncontrollable. Back then, when the curtains swung open, I would glimpse the last sight of my audience.
It took ages for me to fully perform an act… It took ages to forget what I had done, even the slightest bit. Today, centuries later, I still haven't gotten over it. 'Don't cry over spilled milk' Albert said, during the first days I had been with him. I remember the smile that stretched across his face, and the truthfulness behind it.
Oh, how peaceful I am now compared to what I was. I am dining amongst creatures that could be my dinner. Would it make sense to call them "gourmet" side dishes? There is a saying Albert once said to me, something about 'resisting the wine' or whatever. I know the meaning behind it though. That could be what inspired me to change my ways.
Though I must say, coffee tastes strangely like wolf blood. I do prefer the wolves to the coffee, because they actually give me energy; but at the same time, coffee makes me feel better…emotionally. I do have emotions. Those horror movies portray my kind as some sort of stone. How untrue and insulting!
Adam came back with a cup of coffee in one hand and a frappaccino in the other. The scent tickled my nose, and didn't make my stomach turn! That's what I like about coffee. It's not entirely the taste of it that I adore, because it reminds me of hunting and wolves. They are predators themselves, you know. Not very easy to kill.
I like the smell of it! Coffee smells good. Casi Cielo," Adam said, handing me a cup, "for Valerie Mei-Phong So Stone."
I shot him a look that clearly said "shut up." He shrugged.
"Yours sounds nice," Danny said. "Can I try?"
"No," I hissed. "You know why I can't share food with you."
"You're right. That's why I want it. You know, less painful then a bite."
"Dan," Adam and I growled. I nudged his shoulder, and he gave Danny a slap on the back of his head. See, I could've done that, but then paramedics would have to rush over and sew his head back together. And, I can't think of a believable explanation for that.
"Why do you like hot coffee?" Danny asked me, breaking the silence beginning to grow. "It's still a hundred degrees out. The air conditioning in this place could use some work, too."
"Because I just do," I replied simply, not really having an explanation in mind. "Why do you like fraps?"
"Because they're magically delicious."
"Like Lucky Charms?"
"…Yeah. Exactly like Lucky Charms." Now I know what fraps taste like. Lucky Charms are revolting. The very thought of them makes me want to gag. I like leprechauns, though. They remind me of the green madness that terrorizes my funny bone every March 17.
Then Danny started to argue with Adam about how Lucky Charms are better than Tricks. I'd side with Adam on this one. I throw both cereals up, but I throw up Tricks twenty seconds after Lucky Charms, so that's why I like Tricks better. I tested Lucky Charms, Tricks, Cocoa Puffs, Fruit Loops, Cheerios, Pops, and Apple Jacks on a dare. I forgave Danny for making me sick, though. But he's still left with a crumbled Playstation 2. He thanked me for that one. Now he's got an excuse to get a Playstation 3.
"So what's on the agenda for tomorrow?" Danny asked.
"I have a show at Treasure Island and two at the Sahara. I also have rehearsals with Aisha at two. Then I wanted to visit some friends at the Excalibur. They want me to try out for something, too. I guess that'll leave me with four hours of free time until I have to go to the Midway again."
"'Shooting Star'" Adam laughed. "I don't know what's so funny about that."
"Neither do I," I mumbled. I took a sip of my drink. "What've you got?"
"You already know. Mandalay Bay with Aisha."
"Mandalay Bay," I murmured, looking at the Starbucks lady on my cup. I think she's a mermaid, which is why she reminds me of Mandalay Bay.
"Which is better: Mandalay Bay or Treasure Island?" Danny was curious.
"Doesn't matter. We still have to work there."
"Aisha's going to try out for another part," Adam said. Danny and I turned to both face him. His expression was calm, as usual. "She spoke with Jeff about having her own act."
"She doesn't want an act with you? But she's already like the lead in your act."
"Well, Jeff agreed that the act was getting old. I don't mind, though."
I stared at him, shocked and annoyed. When was the last time he was on the spotlight? Never.
"But he's offering me a part in the new one. Aisha's not very happy about that, even when she told me she was excited about it. Oh, and then Jeff talked about adding another member. He says he's new to the business. He came from a circus somewhere. Jeff thinks we'd be good because he's about our age and he's also an…orphan."
"Oh no! Not another family member," Danny exclaimed.
"He's going to be our brother?"
"I don't know. I never thought about that. We shouldn't think about it as a bad thing, though."
"Fine, but is he as good looking as me?"
"Dan, I told you, I haven't met him yet."
"Wow, two new guys in one day. I still don't know how I should feel."
"Feel good for the newbie. Erm, and the same for the other guy."
"I don't want to talk about him," groaned Danny.
"Not you, too?"
"Well, who wouldn't want to be a vampire?"
I glared at him. "Me."
"Me, too." I looked gratefully at Adam, who nodded.
"Danny," I started, but he stopped me.
"I'm sorry." was all he said. I was taken by surprise, right when I was going to give him a scolding.
"Umm…" He looked uncertainly out the window. We must've been out for one more hour than I thought. The sky was getting brighter. But no matter what time it was, hordes of people walked the streets.
"We should go home. You guys need some sleep."
"Sleep? I just had caffeine, how am I supposed to sleep?"
"I don't think fraps really have coffee in them, Dan."
"Mine does. Caramel frap tastes like coffee, there's just a lot of ice in it. There's probably coffee in yours too."
"Nope." He yawned. "I'm ready for bed."
"Fine. Valerie, I'm not sleeping."
"You need to."
"I don't want to sleep. I want to watch movies and play Mario Kart." It's hard to believe, but I never got the hang of GameBoys or Nintendo DS thingies. That's why Danny loves them so much.
I had nothing else to do but wander the hotel, so I gave in. "I pick the movie."
We traveled at a much slower pace back to Circus Circus. Danny and I said good-night to Adam on our way out the elevator. Danny and I raced to his room; I let him win because there were others in the hall.
His room smells like potato chips, the greasy, fatty kind. Danny eats junk as much as he exercises, and he does both a lot.
The room was designed just like Adam's room, Aisha's, and mine. It is the size of a guest room for two or three, except instead of two beds there is one. We use the open space for stretching and stuff like that. The space in Adam's room is now occupied by Aisha. In Danny's room, junk litters the floor. His desk is disorganized, posters of rock bands and action movies are hung irregularly on the wall, he also has a huge poster of himself. Danny works at the real Circus Circus circus as a trapeze artists slash juggler. He also goes to the Luxor and Excalibur to star in plays. He's only had one lead, and that was as some flaming skateboarder guy. It was a hit, but Priscilla made him quit because she didn't approve of the fire. Priscilla doesn't like fire at all, actually. I'm the only one who gets to perform with fire now. That's on Independence Day. Blazing Bomber Number Two. I have to admit, it is fun. I wonder if I am really non-flammable.
Danny is posed in the picture in mid-air with bright orange flames on his body, his hair, and his skateboard. He was asked by the guy who directs the Blue Man Group if he wanted to be in one of his productions, but Priscilla made him say no. Poor Danny; he really wanted to say yes.
"You are going down, Val," Danny said, pointing his finger down. "Down!"
"I don't think so, Dan. I've been practicing." He handed me the weird electronic thing. I was about to turn it on, when I heard something and froze.
"Wh--" I shushed him before he could ask. I darted to turn off the lights, and I practically threw him under the covers, with my hand clamped over his mouth. I slid under the bed and waited for the door to creak open.
When it did, a blinding flash of light flashed across the carpet. Soon after, I heard footsteps, and the smell of Albert quickly filled my nose.
"Dan?" he whispered. Albert walked over to the bed to check on him. I could trust Danny had a decent sleeping act on. I heard him twist in his bed and a small moan. If it weren't for his racing heartbeat, I would have thought he were asleep too. "Good night, my boy."
That night, we didn't sleep. It was Mario Kart 64 until five-something. I won four rounds, while Danny was victorious in the rest. We hardly paid attention to the movie playing on his upgraded plasma screen TV, though the surround sound was roaring. I was the one who sent off the complaining guests - with a smile, of course.
"So Dan," I began, after we both took a break. "You want to go with Adam and Aisha to Mandalay Bay? I want to meet the new guy."
He didn't answer for some time. I checked, and he was fast asleep. Pity, it was only six o' clock.
I didn't leave his room, I just plopped into a chair by the window. It always stood there, for me. Not because Danny was to lazy to move it.
I watched the scurrying lights below as the sun crept over the faraway horizon. I could see far, even only four stories off the ground. If I strained my eyes enough, I could see the glittering trail leading to my city. It's amazing how many cars go in and out of Las Vegas.
I felt the rays of sun touch my face, and knew the people just arriving over the horizon saw the tiny flash of sun reflecting off my skin from here.
I retreated from the window and crept out the room. Danny's snores disappeared as I left.
Right before eight o'clock is the quietest time in the hotel part of the resort. Though some might be coming through the halls and into their hotel rooms for the first time, nobody would speak louder than a whisper. They even tiptoed.
I like mornings. Everyone is so courteous of others. I think it is this way because it is just the beginning of the day, and not much has happened to make people feel mad or sad. Morning is my happy part of the day.
I strode gracefully to the main lobby, humming a random tune to myself. I don't know if I shocked people more or less when I walked with my eyes closed, but I was aiming to not dazzle them yet with my golden eyes. Guests whispered about me, but not the employees. They all knew I was unusual. Not many knew why, but that's okay with me.
When I was just out the door, my phone rang.
"What's up, Al," I greeted, no trace of drowsiness there.
"Hey, Val," he replied, with the same briskness. "Just calling to make sure you're awake."
"I'm awake," I laughed. "I'm going to Treasure Island to meet Carmen and Arnold. I have a dress rehearsal."
"Oh no, I told them to give you the day off. Your understudy is going take your place. I want you and your brothers and sisters to meet me at Mandalay Bay in thirty minutes where Adam and Aisha usually rehearse. Wake them up and tell them for me, okay?"
"But why?" I was truly confused. Albert never surprised me like this. He called me every morning to make sure I was going to rehearsals, but he never said anything about going to Mandalay with the rest last night.
"Um, don't worry. It's about something good, I promise."
He hung up.
I might as well do what he told me. If Albert says its good, then its good.
I opened the door to the stairwell, listened for anyone on it, found that no one was, and ran as fast as I could to the fourth floor.
Luckily, I had accidentally taken Danny's key card. So, I barged into his room, shook him awake, and shoved some food into his yawning mouth.
I didn't explain much, because I didn't understand enough myself. I took his arm in the stairwell and nearly flew him up to the ninth floor.
After knocking several times, Adam's door swung open. Aisha was the one who opened it.
"Good-morning, Aisha," I greeted, trying to infect her with the cheerful mood I had.
I don't think it worked. Her face was about to contort into a grimace, but Adam appeared next to her, saving me.
"What's this about?" he asked, yawning, but not sounding at all disturbed.
"Albert wants us at Mandalay Bay," was all I said, then turned and started for the elevator. Danny was trying to wriggle free of my vice grip.
"Let me go," he ordered, using all his strength to get his arm from my hand.
"We have thirty minutes to get there. If you want, you can go ahead and wake Priscilla so she can drive you."
"And how are you going to get there?"
"I think I could get there on foot before Priscilla's car, but I'm going with you guys. We have less than thirty minutes before Albert will start to get mad."
"Right," Aisha spoke for the first time since last night. Her tone was sarcastic. She had gotten in trouble with him before, but the worst he could do was keep her from shopping, since he couldn't ground her for the sake of shows. Aisha, as bad as it is, refused to have an understudy. She trained by herself while the rest of us had partners that looked almost exactly like us.
"He said it would be good." I said, trying to get her excited. I haven't had much success in changing her emotions. She is immune to the strange influential power vampires have on humans. Maybe its just her dislike for me that blocks it. I will never know.
"We can get there in thirty minutes, don't worry," Adam said. "Mandalay Bay isn't that far away. Just give me a few minutes." Aisha stepped out the door as he went back. The door closed shut and she rushed passed me towards the elevator.
"Dan?" I asked, noticing that he wasn't there. I guessed he went to get Priscilla. Shrugging, I turned to the stairwell and ran to the fourth floor.
There, I passed an elevator. It dinged, and Aisha stepped out. She didn't look to happy to see me, but I grinned at her, pleased at myself for beating the elevator.
She tried to keep away from me as we walked towards Priscilla's room. Aisha's room was in the same direction. She didn't appreciate me walking alongside her.
We approached the door to Priscilla and Albert's suite, when my head flashed to the left. I heard some one and when I looked, Priscilla was at Danny's door.
"Priscilla!" I called out to stop her from going in.
I went up to her, Aisha-less. She greeted me first with one of her heart-warming smiles. She was fully dressed in her uniform; she was a chef at the Circus Circus buffet. I forgot she woke up as early as Albert did, to check up on the huge eating area.
"Hello, my dear," Priscilla said in her fading Russian-accent. She hadn't been in America as long as Albert had to be able to lose the accent that suggested where she was from. Priscilla is in her mid-thirties, but as beautiful as someone ten years younger. Her curly brown hair sprang loose from the bun on her head, framing a perfect, full face. The skin on her face is peachy, but rosy on her cheeks. The beautiful blue set of eyes she has could give mine a run for their money, since they beam with a power that makes everyone around her feel happy to be in her presence. She is tall and has a figure leaning on the round-side, but that's only because she makes food so good she can't resist it herself; or at least that's what Danny tells me.
"Albert told me earlier," she said, her voice is so kind, "I'll be taking you all to Mandalay Bay. Danny is inside changing out of his bed clothes, is that what Aisha is doing too?"
I nodded and gave her a smile. Who could help it?
"I'm back!" Danny announced as burst out the door, startling my foster mother. "Hey, mom. Valerie. Where's the other one?"
Okay, Danny is the only one who calls Priscilla "mom". She is his biological mother, though. Danny's real dad, I hear, is a moron who left Priscilla because she was pregnant. Yeah, that guy has some serious problems.
"She's getting changed, too." Then I realized I needed to change myself. "You know what? I forgot to change. I'll be right back."
And I raced down the hall to my room.
I don't pay much attention to my room. It is well kept and organized, but not decorated to show who I am. Danny's room mirrors the untidy, carefree boy who lives there. Adam's room has a big desk that is cluttered with papers and pencils because he likes to draw. All over his walls are framed pieces of his best work. That's what he spends all his time doing when he's not performing or hanging out with the family.
My room looks just like a normal guest room, but is missing beds. I have some mushy bean bag chairs, though. I'm more of a person who likes wandering the streets and admiring the architecture of great buildings. Staying inside much was not my thing.
Today, I felt breezy. I wore a long white sundress and flats. Since I was going to Mandalay Bay, I would be meeting Moira at some point. She was one of the trainers and directors for the entertainment stuff there. She didn't approve of me "showing off" when I'm off-stage. So, under my dress I wore this pajama thing. It was like a pair of tights, but for my arms, stomach, chest, neck -- everything. It does get a bit uncomfortable, but it makes her happy. I powdered my face and put on brown contacts. In the mirror, I sighed. I looked like I did when I was human. I had tanner skin and the right colored eyes. I tied my hair up and didn't bother for a hat. It gets bright, sunny, and hot in Las Vegas; but I don't like wearing hats, jewelry, or sunglasses.
"That dress is cute," Priscilla told me when I was walking to her and Danny. I noticed Aisha and Adam had arrived. I smiled at them all.
"Let's go," Priscilla said.
She, Danny, Adam, and I chatted about the weather and football on our way to the parking lot. Yes, Priscilla is a football fan. Like Danny, somehow, she likes the Giants. She always seemed like a Raiders person…
I couldn't help but notice Aisha walking silently in the back, brooding. I wanted to talk to her, but from the look of her, she didn't want me to. She's been like this ever since I told her, and I absolutely hate it!
"Aisha, this has got to stop," I said, forcefulness, apparently, was the wrong thing to be in my voice that time. Priscilla, Danny, and Adam immediately fell silent. Aisha didn't answer me, so I instantly regretted saying anything.
Nobody said anything. Only our footsteps echoed through the cavernous parking lot. At this time there were many cars unloading people and suitcases. We left the more crowded area of the lot to the place where cars were more scattered around. Priscilla and Albert cared much for their cars, so they parked in the very corner, keeping their precious cars away from the others.
Priscilla pulled out her keys and pushed the button that unlocked the doors. The headlights of a shiny white Lexus. I bought that car for her. I had to surprise her with it and show her the papers for her to accept it. I also helped pay for the Cadillac next to it. Okay, last year, the people at Caesar's Palace were putting some of the display cars for sale to make room for new ones. Caesar's Palace has this display place where they have all these expensive and exotic cars. For sale, they had Aston Martins -- brand-new and extremely, extremely awesome. My bank account is very big. I work for nearly every resort here in Las Vegas. Since I've told just about every boss I have that I am immortal I get paid. I am not seen as a "child worker" to them and get paid top dollar because of all the promotions. And that's just what's happened in Vegas…
Albert didn't want an Aston Martin. Danny and I were absolutely, positively shocked and appalled. I would've given it to him for free. Free! He didn't want a James Bond car, or even the limited edition ones. I was just about to go and buy a Vanquish for myself and then somehow get a license. On TV, I've seen those people with the medical problems in which they don't age. I could say I had one of those and in no time I'd be rolling down the street in an Aston Martin.
Sometimes I just don't understand Albert.
I offered to buy a Jaguar, but no, he went and got a Cadillac. A Cadillac!
Anyway, I fought with Danny for shotgun and won.
The conversation struck up again after the arguing over the radio station ended up in no radio at all. Priscilla couldn't handle rap, Danny couldn't handle classical, Adam couldn't handle rock, I couldn't handle mushy R&B love songs, and even Aisha spoke up against country. Pop was an option, but when we changed it to a pop station, Britney Spears came up. So, on the way, all of us except for Aisha discussed our feelings for the mental pop star and her naughty little sister.
We got to the Mandalay Bay parking lot in time. Aisha led the way, storming ahead, her footsteps loud and high, striking me like painful slaps; she was trying to shun me, to avoid me. Very mean.
We followed her through some shortcuts to the huge gym she used.
It had all the equipment a gym should have and more. I daresay this one had about as much as Circus Circus.
I quickly spotted Albert standing in the middle with a woman and another man. She was Moira. She took a look at me and smiled.
"Ah! Valerie!" Her accent was heavier than Priscilla's, and French. I ran up to hug her. She gave me two swift pecks on my cheeks and a warm smile. Moira is a very kind woman. She tells me to cover up in public because she cares for my "safety".
The man's name was Jeff. He was the one Adam was talking about earlier. Starting with Priscilla, the rest of my family went up to greet the two Mandalay Bay trainers.
"Hi, Albert," I said to him.
"Hi, Val," he replied. "Right on time, I see."
"Right on time, every time." I added. "So what's this about?"
"I can't tell you. That would ruin the surprise."
"Oh great, a surprise."
"Be patient, Valerie, I know you can. You won't be disappointed."
I exhaled slowly, trying to believe him. I don't like surprises. In fact, I think I hated them. I have had many surprises in my life. Almost all of them ended up bad.
"Valerie," Jeff's voice boomed. I would've jumped in surprise at the man's great volume, but didn't. I turned to face the big bearded man. He had a huge grin on his huge face. Did I ever tell you that this guy reminds me so much of Santa Claus? He has a big belly, a snow white beard, rosy dimpled cheeks, and a big belly. Did I already say that? Well, he could be the spitting image of Father Christmas if he were in the proper outfit. Right now he was in a navy blue suit -- typical manager-of-a-huge-Las-Vegas-resort wear.
"We've been planning to put on another production that will rock fabulous Las Vegas unlike anything has before." Jeff has a New York accent. That's why he reminds me of New York. I like New York.
"A family production," Albert added.
"And we wanted to have your father, your brothers Adam and Danny, your sister, and of course, it wouldn't be complete without you."
"A 'family production' as in a production for families, or a 'family production' as in a production starring a family? Because it wouldn't be complete without a mother character, plus, we're all adopted and don't look a thing alike."
"The first one. It's like a play. An action-packed musical play." Ah well, I do have a sort of singing voice. Heh heh.
"There won't be any fire," Priscilla said to all her children. Danny and I were the only ones to groan.
"But there'll be smoke, and outstanding lighting effects, and all types of music, and glow-in-the-dark costumes, and lots and lots of water."
"Really?" Danny gasped. This was obviously something he'd be interested in.
"Are you asking us if we'd be in it then?" I asked.
"Dude, you can totally count me in!" Danny exclaimed. I could see him getting all jittery with excitement and his pulse was racing.
Behind me, Aisha sighed.
"I rushed over to be asked to do a job," I muttered so low nobody heard. They all, however, saw how unhappy my face was.
"You don't want to do it?" Moira asked, disappointed.
"Um, well, I don't think I can. I was actually planning to quit one of my jobs for another at Excalibur, but --"
"Excalibur? How many times have you worked there? Enough times, I say. Quite enough!"
"But I really like it there."
"No, you will love it here." Moira insisted. "You want to see your costume? Come, I show you." She gestured towards a door I knew led to the dressing room, but I shook my head.
"Oh come now, Val, I've already made the decision of spending thousands of dollars on this project. It sure would be a waste without you."
If I could blush, I would have. "Thank you. But I…" Aw, man! Priscilla's looking at me with puppy dog eyes! No! Not Danny too…Albert! "Do you think I could talk to Joan from Excalibur first? I mean, I don't want her to be mad at me or anything. I don't want to take her by surprise. I heard she'd been planning the thing she wanted me to do for a long time, with me in mind for a part. I think the ideal word for her would be 'heartbroken', so I think I'll talk with her today and tell you tomorrow. Is that okay?"
"How good are the odds you'll go with us?"
"Um…Well, the probability is fifty-fifty, so…"
"No, not good! Please, Valerie? If you're not in it, I guess we'd have to cancel all plans for it. Your sister won't like that, and neither will your new brother."
"Pardon?"
A grin spread across Jeff's face. He glances at Albert, who smiled. I noticed he made his way to the door Moira had motioned to earlier. He knocked on it, then stepped aside.
We all watched silently as the thin line in between the doors shifted, the doors creaked open.
At the tiniest bit, I instinctively winced, as if I were in pain. Pain? When was the last time I felt pain?
What hung in the air hit me like something I had never experienced before. The odor was beyond reason; the foulest stench ravaged my poor nose.
It did something to me I couldn't understand. Suddenly, I felt unknown hate of impossible volume, of impossible power, bubbling inside me. I couldn't help but scream as it grew.
My eyes grew white hot, but I didn't feel like I wanted to cry. Something unleashed the killer inside me. I wanted something other than tears to spill.
My family and the others screamed in fear as my body was suddenly pulled into a crouch, my teeth bared. Each second that passed, each bit of hate adding to the flood welling up inside me, was something I could not bare.
A savage roar erupted from me. It shook me wildly from head to toe. The terrifying sound coming from my throat echoed off the walls. When my head thrashed to the side, in frantic search for what was causing this, I saw my reflection in the mirror walls.
My contacts had disappeared somehow. The gleaming blood red stars set in my snarling face showed me what I became. A monster.
AN: Don't worry, there WILL be some Cullen in here. I think you've all guessed who that someone Valerie saw in the first chapter was.
I will update if I get enough reviews. C'mon, at least TWO for this one?
