A/N: Just a reminder. She was fighting with Wynter about going to the store in a ball gown. A little bit of a dramatic our main character is. But at the same time she has a rough-ish past and doesn't handle conflict well. She either goes bat-shit crazy and breaks things or breaks into tears that could flood a small town. Anyway I threw a little of wynter's point of view in here. There are prolly a bajillion voices talking in my head that are going to be characters that want me to right down their experiences and their pov and their snippy little comments but WHATEVER lol the point-of-view changes are marked by this - :)

Chapter 6

I caught a glimpse of my face in the vanity mirror. I hated looking in the mirror after I cried so I quickly looked away. I ran to the door and threw it open. In the mirror outside the door, I looked at my body full on. I had scratches on my cheeks and down my arms. I also had scratches on my thighs and calves. I didn't remember getting any of them except for the ones on my face. The fact that I hadn't noticed them or felt them either meant they were deep and would scar or I was in more shock than I knew. As soon as I saw the blood, I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I raised my hands to my face and realized that they smelled like blood. I looked at my nails and they were dripping bloody tendrils down my palm. I screamed and ran to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and slid down the back of it. I don't mind a little bit of blood but dripping buckets full is way too much for me. My tiny shrieks of horror came as fast as I could draw breathe.

I calmed the shrieking almost immediately after I hit the floor. I was so weak, so freaking weak that I was physically disgusted with myself. I touched my cheek and flinched at the pain. My hand came away with my blood and the dizziness was back. I got up off of the floor and hurried to the sink so as not to drip blood on the tile. After that thought finished, I knew it was a lie. I was running when I got to the sink so that if my breakfast decided that it wanted to come up I wouldn't have to clean up a big mess. I washed my face and arms with a wash cloth and put Neosporin on my cheeks and arms. I glanced at the blood in the sink, tried to get to the toilet, and never made it.

I was on all fours and threw up there in the middle of the bathroom floor. I threw up until there was nothing left, until my head was pounding, there was a ringing in my ears, and I was spitting up bile. Someone laid a cool hand against my forehead while I was sick. I jumped; I hadn't heard anyone come in. Someone else held my hair back, because my hands were still covered in blood. I finished and my arms buckled. I collapsed and they pulled me into their arms. It was painful when my head moved and I whimpered. The cool hand became warm and I reached my arm up to move it when it was replaced with a fresh washcloth. The high pitched whining in my ears was settling down. I said a little prayer of thanks for that. I opened my eyes, despite the fact that I couldn't remember closing them. Wynter was holding me close and had a worried look on his face. His puffy eyes told me that he had been crying with me. His mother and father were standing behind him with worried looks as well. I tried to talk but my throat felt as if it had been rubbed raw with a nail file.

Wynter laid his hand against my mouth and said something I couldn't hear. I started to panic and motioned wildly at my ears, shouting all the while in my head that I couldn't hear what he was saying. His mental response was, Shh, Love. You'll be able to hear me in a couple minutes As if the words themselves were magic, I could hear his mother ordering the maids about and telling the butler to call for a doctor, and then thankfully passed out.

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"Can you hear me? Desiree, can you hear me?" I asked in a shaky voice. She opened her eyes and her mouth moved.

She barely nodded, "Yes, I can hear you."

I found myself praying to any god that she'd be okay. I am fearful that what I'd done will change her. She was my pretty little herbivore. I knew how she could change because of my blood and the meat I gave her. If there is a god, they wouldn't do this to her.

"-don't want to sound rude but I'm hungry and I don't care what happens at this point as long as I can have a nice steak…Oh my God. I'm a vegan. Why am I craving meat?" She asked, fear evident in her face.

"Wait, are you seriously craving meat?" I asked carefully voice.

She nodded and I remembered why I couldn't believe in God. I wasn't sure if disgusted me or not. I looked away and told her, "I fed you a piece of meat when you were unconscious. Our doctor said that you had a protein deficiency." I focused on myself for a moment. I don't suppose I liked the idea of lying to her but I was glad I didn't tell her about feeding her my blood. She reached up to touch my face. It's okay that you did, Wynter. I don't mind. You saved me, I suppose. I drew away so quickly at her words that I dropped her on the floor. I had fallen backwards and crawled away quickly to the sinks.

I had made her a monster. I curled into myself, shaking my head and rocking myself back and forth. She moved towards me and I shouted "stop" in my head with such force that it staggered her. It was too much for her and she fell. I moved to help her and thought better of it. I wrapped my arms around myself and shook my head slowly. She screamed out in frustration and my head snapped up. I watched as a fire lit itself inside her. What had I done?

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Wynter looked up at me and the pain was so apparent in his gaze that I was suddenly choking on tears. I got to my feet and walked slowly to where he was. I dropped with such force that my knees slapped against the hard tile. I pried Wynter fingers from his arms and laced them behind my neck. He struggled but I suddenly didn't have any trouble with his strength. I lowered my head onto his chest and wrapped my own arms around his body.

I pulled him tighter and whispered, "I am not a monster, nor are you. You did what needed doing. I will always love you Wynter. I haven't told you that enough," Wynter began to pull away, shaking his head, "I love you! Why is that so wrong all of a sudden? Is it because I get a new eating habit? I've never eaten steak, what is the difference if I do now? I would only have been a monster if I had shunned you for doing what you did to save me. If I ran out now and called you a monster for making this happen, that would be me being a monster. But I can't do that. Don't you understand? I love you! Now that I've found you, I know I'll never be able to be happy with anyone else. I know that sounds corny and pathetic but it's true. I don't think this is anything about our metaphysical connection. I have loved you since you saved me from Cathy. You took me to your house; you took me to the hospital, and gave me love not only material things."

I kissed him full on the lips then pulled back and continued, "If this…," I was struggling to find a word and finally settled for the lesser evil, "meat-eating, is love's price, so be it. What's a little blood between Soul mate and Vampyre?" His face registered shock. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek, gently. He couldn't feel me in his mind but I knew he'd fed me his blood. I didn't mind right now but I'm sure that I would be more upset later. A tingling started on my face and arms; I pulled back. My hands reached up and I touched my face. My hands ran over smooth skin and came away clean. I looked at my arms and they were gone. That blood was some powerful stuff.

I looked up at Wynter and said everything in one word, "WOW." He nodded and smiled at me; it was sad around the edges but it tugged at my heart to see it. I beamed at him and drew him to his feet. I hugged him around the waist, becoming painfully aware of how tall he was. At 6'8", He was the jolly- green giant, especially when compared to my 5'3 ½". I didn't really care; I just wanted to be comforted and to comfort him. I let go and looked up at him. My smile never faltered, it only got bigger. I measured my self with his body. I only reached halfway up his chest. His smile was so wide it looked painful and his long fingered hand drew my wrist up to his mouth. He licked my wrist and nuzzled my hand. I glanced at his parents as they did the same with my other wrist. I didn't understand. Why were they nuzzling my hand? They let go and said thank you. I cocked my head at them, very obviously confused. They motioned for me to wait. Wynter walked out of the room with the butler, both whispering.

"You don't know how glad we are that you got him back into his right mind. He would have gone crazy, and then he would have starved himself. At least you cared enough to tell him how you felt before you left. So now he won't go crazy," She said with a weak smile. It took me 2 full minutes to realize that she had been attempting a joke. I stared at Wynter's parents in disbelief as the father continued.

"You can come over whenever, you'll always be welcome-," He started to say. There was a rushing sound and I was deaf to the rest of his words. I felt like slapping them both across the face. They thought I was going to leave Wynter! How could think that after all I went through with him? How could they just think I was there only while it benefitted me?

The air around me thickened and I boiled on the inside; though instead of discomfort, I felt safe in my blanket of rage. His parents must have felt the air change or seen the dangerous look I knew was in my eyes because as the mother moved back a step, she gasped. As I moved forward, Wynter stepped into the bathroom behind me and put a hand on my shoulders. I calmed as if I had been doused with ice water. My shoulders steamed and I laughed a deeply wicked laugh, and then turned to his parents. I spoke to them calmly, and that's what surprised me most.

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"I will never leave him. I will move in here if I still have to convince you," Her voice was strong, skin scalding like boiling water. She put her hand on mine and threw heat into me. I felt myself boiling from the inside out. It had been so long since I felt warm on the inside that I was giddy. I realized that I gripping her shoulders. I smiled at her and then let go. In the mirror, our eyes glowed orange. We reached for each other's hands and light burned our eyes. We reached out to a bath towel. In my mind, I pictured the towel burning. I looked in the mirror and watched as the towel burst into flames. She winked at my parents, blowing them a quick kiss that fogged the mirror.

We walked out of the bathroom with both of my parents looking at us as if we were monsters. I caught a glimpse of Desiree's face as we walked out and she smiled at me. The flicker in her eye meant she was very interested in this new ability. Well so was I.