Author's note: I fail pretty badly, but I hope this chapter is wprth it and I've started working on the rest. Please R&R I love hearing your opinions

" VICTOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE!" It's Sasha. Waking me up. Early. Way too early. It's still so dark outside, I can see the moon and it's full. No one closed the drapes. Why is Sasha doing this? Is she sick?

"Small girl; bloody loud voice." I reply, only it sounds more "Smargll Bligvoss!"

"Vick! Wake up, quick, before the other girls see!"

The other girls are waking up though, angry and scared, Sasha turns to me, eyes huge. She mouths a warning, and I roll over and bury my face in the pillow. I'm going to have so much explaining to do. I hear a small cry of pain from Sasha and then a quick spell before the girls crowd around my bed.

"What happened?" This comes from Donnabelle. She's the gossiper of the group, she has three sisters each in another house and they tell each other everything.

"Vicky's just a little upset." Sasha explains. On cue I start sniffling a bit. "She just got her period," I start and mask this with a louder cry, "and I guess I over reacted a bit. I thought she had really hurt herself when I saw the- you know."

The girls are in awe. They try to ask me questions but Sasha shooes them away, and placates the Head of House. She's perfect. She wraps me in my big fluffy blanket. And I lean my head against her shoulder on the way to the washroom. I'm about a head taller than her though so she really is leading me; I can't see anything over my blanket.

Once we reach the toilets, she pulls the blankets off me and examines me, before shoving me to a mirror. "Care to explain?"

The first thing I noticed, while still on the bed, was my teeth, and now I examine them in the mirror.

Oh god. Longer and sharper than ever before. My jaw has elongated to accept them. And that's when the pains hit me, cripple me in their hold.

My stomach rebels against my body and I collapse against the floor like a newborn calf still learning to walk. I make my way to the toilets like a grovelling slave, on my hands and knees on the disgusting floor.

Sasha overcomes her aversion and helps to get me there before I puke. The cupcakes I devoured the night before come out and their sickly sweetness only makes me vomit harder, until my tears are mixing with only bile. Trembling, I collapse against the toilet seat, disgusted by myself more than I could be disgusted by where my head lies.

There's blood in my mouth and hunger. I'm a monster.

God. Mon dieu, kill me now, and be a merciful god.

Sasha takes me to my blanket and lays me down. She wipes my mouth and cleans my front as best she can before giving me her hand and singing quietly to me. The pains are constant through the night and I vomit more times than I can count.

One time I squeeze Sasha's hand too hard and she tears up.

"I'm so sorry." I tearfully cry letting go of her and hating myself with all my being. "I'm a monster." I want to tear at myself with my nails, they've grown harder and sharper, but Sasha shows me her hand. There's a long scar from pinky to thumb.

"You needed blood, you know, for It."

I don't know how to respond to my best friend. I don't know if there's anyway I could thank her for shedding her blood for me. I can only feel my jaw pop and crack and my teeth and nails withdraw. Slowly I can bring myself to a sitting position and embrace her. Me covered in vomit and bile, and her with a scar on her hand.

"You'd do the same for me, Vick, I know you would." She whispers.

"I would, I will. One day I'll make it up to you."

"That's the thing about friends, Vicky, it's not a tally per favor, you don't owe me anything."

We hold each other tightly. Then Sasha speaks again; "But if you could take a shower, that'd be great.'