Chapter 7

Two days have gone by and no dream visits from José. I was feeling better. Eddie had told me the story about what had happened to me. Supposedly instead of going to the Health Room, I went home. Someone broke into the house when I was asleep and I woke up to the alarm going off. I fought the person and that's when the police showed up. I was cut and beaten during the fight. It seemed reasonable and my friends believed it. I just happened to be home at the wrong time. Once again I was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I had frequent visits from T.P. and Jam. They skipped class and lunch just to see me. You got to love your friends. Eddie on the other hand, stayed with me day and night. José was right. Eddie had made me his number one priority. I was getting a little cranky about this. I hated hoe he just wanted to do everything for me. I couldn't even feed myself or go to the bathroom by myself without him helping. It was nice at first, but I did get my strength back, so I wanted to start doing things on my own. I wanted to gain back my independence.

Another day went by and I just had to let him know. It must have been close to one in the morning. He was the only "family" that I have, so they let him come and go as he pleased.

"Baby, I need to talk to you." I was thankful for having my own room. There wouldn't be anyone disturbing us or eavesdropping on our conversation. He sat up from the small couch he was lying on. He was watching a movie with me.

"What's wrong, love?" I sighed.

"Why don't you just give me blood so we can get out of here?"

"You are getting better every day, love. Why do you want this?" He was at my side now.

"I just don't like being here and I'm just tired of you taking care of me. I hat being a little, helpless girl." At this point it felt like I was yelling at him. "I want to protect you instead of you protecting me. Really, I just want you to leave me alone and let me be me." The last words seem to knock his breathe right out of him-even though he doesn't need air. It caught me by surprise as well.

"You…want me…to leave, after what I've done for you?!" Tears began to build up and I looked down so he couldn't see. In my mind I started to talk to him. I kept telling him that this is the only way ok keeping us alive. I don't know how much more of this I can take. One more attack like this and I would be dead.

"I don't want you to leave, but I need you to do this. If you love me, you will do this for me."

"You said that you never wanted me to leave you again. You went suicidal for damn it. If I stay it's no good, and if I leave it's no good. What more do you want me to do?"

"Leave me and just don't come back. I can take care of myself and with you gone I just think that the vampires will leave me alone."

"Hell no they won't! They will keep coming back till they finish what they started. That's why I don't want to leave you alone here."

"Then why don't you change me? Wouldn't that be easier?"

"I thought you wanted to stay human because you wanted to finish high school and go to college and live a human life."

"Things change and things have gotten worse." He sighed. I felt him give into my wished of changing me.

"First things first," he said as he pulled me up to a sitting position and then got down to one knee. "I wanted to wait till you graduated, but you're right, things change." He pulled out a silver diamond ring out of his pocket. He was proposing to me, right here, right now at a hospital. "Victoria Miller," he held my left had, "will you marry me?" The world started to spin and the tears were streaming down my face.

"Yes! Of course I'll marry you." He placed the ring on my left finger, stood up and kissed me I kissed him back and started to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"I couldn't even really picture you proposing to me in a hospital. You know me and my imagination."

"How grand was the proposal, love?"

"It was something out of this world. One no man could ever do." He smiled.

"Wait till the honeymoon." He used his nail to cut a line on hi wrist. "Now, let's get out of here." He put the cut up to my mouth and I started to drink his warm blood. My decision had been made. Would I regret this later on?