A/N I really hope you all like it (: I feel like I had this rushed, sorry if it seems that way. Also, I wanted to ask, if anyone has any free time, I'd really appreciate it, if you were to read a story I've written for school. It isn't long, under two thousand words. So, if you wouldn't mind reading it, and telling me any improvements to be made etc. Let me know in a review or PM please! Thanks (:

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
And I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have,
All of me.

You used to captivate me,
By your resonating life.
Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind,
Your face it haunts,
My once pleasant dreams.
Your voice it chased away,
All the sanity in me.

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone.
But though you're still with me,
I've been alone all along.

Chapter 7: An Irreversibly Terrible Time

The enormity of the situation sunk in twenty-something minutes later. Anastasia didn't know how to function on her own; she'd never had to.

David continued to hold her, allowing her to nestle against him, waiting for the inevitable moment, in which she'd realise. It came, a few minutes after he had begun thinking about it.

"It was you!" She pulled back, with a fierce expression, "you, and your vampire stories! Why?"

David sighed, keeping a hold of her arm; should she try to run, "I didn't kill her. I know who did though...If you come with me, we can make everything better."

Anastasia bit her lip, what options did she have?

"What will you do?"

David grimaced, "that would spoil the surprise...come on," he began to walk away, pulling the door shut behind him, no one would discover Rita for a good few hours, by then they'd be long gone.

Anastasia hesitated, her mother had just died. And now she was just going to willingly follow whom she suspected to be the murderer? Dear god.

David, irritated by her reluctance, yanked her arm, "there is nothing you can do for her now. I don't want to hurt you, but I will."

She looked at him with fresh eyes, what had happened to the sweet, bluntly nice, David she had known?

Glancing around fearfully, she trailed after him. His threat wasn't even veiled.

Eventually David stopped at another room door, one on a much lower level, close to the bottom floor, the basement.

"You'll be staying here." Anastasia looked at him anxiously, was he keeping her prisoner?

David ran a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry." And then he pushed the door open, shoving her in after it, locking the door once she was in.

Anastasia collapsed on the floor, why was he doing this to her? Rita hadn't hurt anyone, she hadn't deserved to die. Life was cruel.

The room was small, a claustrophobic air surrounded it. Anastasia ceased to notice it, she curled into a ball on the floor, comforting herself, and waited for the darkness to claim her for its own.

David returned to find her like this, lying foetal position on the floor. But he had to awaken her.

He nudged her gently; she stirred, and settled down again. She was dreaming, none of this had ever happened, where she was. After receiving no further response, he scooped her up, bridal style. He carried outside, after checking for wandering employees and guests, but Vlad had taken care of this, as he had said he would.

David took her where no one in the hotel liked to venture, the cellar.

Vlad was waiting for their arrival; he stood, with his back to the window.

David stopped a few paces from him, tenderly lowering Anastasia to the floor. He stroked her cheek, imagining the future. He raised his head to Vlad and inclined it in a mark of respect.

Vlad watched on, amused, "how'd she take it?"

David shook his head, "not well, she blames me."

Vlad laughed, "Not to worry, not to worry. That will be easily remedied. Are you ready, David?"

David shook his head, "not yet, first I have to take her somewhere safe, she shouldn't have to see this. Unconscious or not."

Vlad nodded in agreement, "as you wish, but hurry; time is of the essence."

David once again rose with Anastasia in his arms. Her head lolled to one side, one eye opening slightly, unfocusedly.

Vlad smiled, "I'd definitely hasten, David. She is awakening."

Anastasia was fully conscious when David lowered onto the grass, only a good few metres from where Vlad was. Except, she didn't know this.

She opened her eyes, and studied David. He looked back at her, both stonily and kindly, at the same time, if that's even possible.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Her voice was but a whisper.

The words almost seemed to hurt David, "because I have to."

She paused, unsure of how to phrase things; she didn't want to annoy him, "why?"

His eyes grew soft, and dark, "if you are to be with me, you must become what I am."

"Honestly, what are you?" Her eyes dilated, as she grasped the answer, "You are a vampire?"

David nodded once, brusquely, "I wasn't lying to you. I am half-vampire. I want you to be likewise."

Her head snapped back, "no! No. I won't. You can't force me."

David sighed, as though this was what he had been expecting all along, "I thought you'd say that...but, I'm afraid, you have no choice. You know about us now. And Ana, I love you."

She had been all set to argue until she turned blue, but then she heard the last part of his sentence,

"If you truly love me, let me go. I don't want to be a killer." Anastasia whispered, dropping her gaze to the ground.

David looked aghast, "I can't! If I don't, he'll kill you...I can't bear that. I won't bear it."

He advanced on her. Anastasia closed her eyes in anticipation.

But the pain never came.