Chapter 6: Back Walkover

3 days later:

Kenz POV

The pain abated. Sinking away slowly, like a dream almost. I opened my eyes for the first time in who knows how long. Since that cold hand had touched me, I guessed.

The cold hand. Why was it so familiar? Where did I know it from?

I opened my eyes to grey light streaming through a window. I was in an unfamiliar place. Turning my head I could see Jake, asleep, in a chair.

I sat up and looked down at myself. I was white.

"Aaee! What the hell?" Jake woke with a jolt.

"Huh? Wha? Oh! Kenz, you're awake."

"Why am I white? Where am I? What happened?" Suddenly a burning feeling attacked my throat, not unlike the fire that had traveled through my veins. It was a burning, itching thirst. "So. Thirsty."

"Carlisle! She's awake!" Jake yelled.

"Who's Carlisle?"

"He's a doctor, sort of. He can explain your, situation."

A tall, blonde, male model walked in the door. "Hello. I'm Doctor Cullen. How are you feeling?"

"Whoa. You are hot," was all I could get out.

He coughed, seeming uncomfortable. "Well, um, thank you. But, if I may, I would like to explain what has happened to you."

"Yeah, right," I could just imagine how red my face was, but no telltale heating engulfed my body. Whatever. Maybe I wasn't so embarrassed.

"You're a vampire," he told me.

I just stared. "What is everyone's problem? First Jake's a werewolf, now I'm a vampire. Let me guess, you're a faerie. And my mom is a witch."

"Well, not exactly. Your mom isn't a witch. And I'm magical, but not a faerie. I'm a vampire too."

I was fuming by now. "You all think this is some big joke? Make fun of the New Yorker who can't take care of herself? Yeah, really mature guys. I'm so not falling for it," I sent an extra mean glare to Jake. He shied away from me.

"Listen, Kenz. We aren't kidding. Look in the mirror if you don't believe us. And go into the woods if you want blood. Cuz that's what you're thirsty for," Jake finally spoke again.

"No. I'm not falling for it. You guys are such…" my voice trailed off as I smelled something delicious. It cut through the nasty smell that seemed to be coming from Jake, he must have just exercised and forgotten to shower or something. "What's cooking?"

"Um… nothing," Carlisle said. But Jake's face lit up in understanding, of what, I'm not sure.

"Billy, no! Leave now!"

"Billy, your dad? What's he making?" I asked, but I could barely control myself. The urge to run and eat whatever it was was so great!

"Nothing. You're smelling his blood," Carlisle told me.

Blood! At the word I ran out of room, down the stairs. Blood! Blood! Billy!

Oof! I hit something hard, hard as a rock. It was Carlisle. "No," was all he said before he threw me over his shoulder and carried me out the door, moving faster than I thought possible. "Jake, I'll bring her back soon. But for now, keep Billy away from her," he called back.

I pounded and hit him. Trying to break free. "Let me go!!!"

He didn't say anything, just kept running. Running until we broke through the woods to a huge, beautiful house. "Come meet my family," he said. But he didn't set me down.

"I'd rather die."

"You're already dead," he said.

I crossed my arms and didn't say anything back. I'd meet his freaking family, but by no way would I be happy about it.

Grrr….

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