-One Week Later-
She had decided.
She would tell Deya today. Today was the day she would become a vampire. She was scared. she was excited. She didn't know what to be. She saw Deya. "Hey Deya! " she yelled to her, "Want to hang out tomorrow?" Tomorrow was saturday. She could be transformed, and still make it to school on monday. "Are you sure?" Deya asked her. Anne personally wanted Dakota to turn her. But, that was obviously not going to happen.
-The Next Day-
She woke up.
Today she dressed with extra care. She wore her favorite outfit. She took extra time showering. Remembering what it felt like to be warm. She looked at her bed, Remembering what it was like to sleep. She had her favorite breakfast. then she headed to the side of the school for vampires. She walked. She didn't know if it was obvious, What she was about to do. She knocked on Deya's door. "Deya! you there?" She had a little bit to look down the hall. Dakota's door was about 4 doors down. She smiled to herself. Deya opened the door. "Hey! come on in!" she walked in. Deya shut the door. "You ready?" Anne nodded. She closed her eyes. Waiting. She felt a sharp pain in the side of her neck.
Then she blacked out.
She woke up.
Her head felt like it was filled with cotton. She sat up and looked at the clock. It had been almost 5 hours. "Did it work?" where the first words out of her mouth. She sounded different. More... inviting. "See for youself!" Deya said to her. She sounded happy. Deya handed her a mirror. Anne slowly put it up to her face. Her complexion was even paler than it was, Her green eyes were extra sparkly, and to top it all off, Her canine teeth where now pointed. "I thought I would have fangs." she said. more to her self than Deya. But Deya answered "You aren't quite done yet. It'll take a couple more hours for the fangs to grow all the way. Yours will be a bit small." Anne looked at her leg. The scar from when her father pushed her through a window was gone now. She smiled. She sniffed the air. She could smell Deya, who smelled like vanilla. She could make out something that smelled like really good earl grey tea. Floral and sweet. 'That must be me!' she thought with satisfaction. "Hey, I have an Idea!" said Deya happily "go see what Dakota thinks!" she was smiling genuinly. Anne thought about it. Just then, there was a knock on the door. She could smell... Spice. Like Cinnamon and Allspice mixed together. Like Chai Tea. "Door's Open!" Deya yelled at the door. The door opened. The scent became stronger. There stood Dakota. And he was staring at her. All he said was "What did you do." His expression was a mix of emotions. Shock, Anger, Pain. But mostly, he looked like a puppy who had just been cheated out of dinner. She looked at Deya. Her eyes where filled with tears. "Deya, don't cry. Why are you crying?" she asked softly, as Dakota shut the door. "This is all my fault. He doesn't like it when people have a choice and they change." she said, her voice was thick. Anne felt so badly. "Why don't I go and talk to him?" she said, as she got up. "I won't be gone long." She opened the door, and walked out. She went up to Dakota's door. She knocked with more grace than she thought she had. He opened it. "um, Deya is really upset. I was just wondering..." He cut her off mid sentence. "Just leave me alone." then he slamed the door in her face. Her eyes started to water. Her hand was raised in mid air as if to knock again. She had never knew the pain of being rejected. But now she did. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling onto her cheeks. She made her way back to Deya's room. Through her tears, she could see someone on the floor. She wiped her tears away. Then she screamed. Because, on the floor was Deya. In Deya's hands there was a piece of wood. And that piece of wood,
Was in her chest.