I was getting pretty tired, by now, so Nicholas played the over protective boyfriend role he usually save for things like locking me in damn closets! I sighed and argued with him for a while, but soon got pretty bored and reluctantly agreed that I should go to bed and get some sleep. He said goodnight to me and walked me to my guest room. With one last peck to my lips, he walked off to his family to tell him that . . . Well, God knows what. I looked for my overnight bag that I kept under the bed and put on my night dress. Sighing, once again, I climbed into the bed, feeling secure underneath the warmth of the blankets. I fell asleep to the sounds of Mrs Brown coming to sit outside my door.

And that was the first night that I had the dream, but the first of many.

I was in the middle of the woods outside of the Drake's compound, and I was surrounded by unfamiliar faces. I slowly turned round, looking at my spectators enjoying the show they call me. I jumped back when I saw one person that I had sincerely hope that I would never see again, who was supposed to be long gone.

Montmartre.

"Lucy, darling," one of my watchers sneered. All together there were about thirty of them, and as I looked around, I soon saw the blood red rimmed eyes they fashioned. Montmartre was right at the back.

"Now, dear," he said, slowly, carefully. I swallowed, praying that I wouldn't suddenly lash out at him.

It's just a dream, I reminded myself. Just a dream.

"Would you look at this thing? What use is it?" a woman at the front of the crowd hissed at me.

"Calm down, Evie, dear," Montmartre drawled. "Don't play with her; she will come as a use, eventually. We'll be needing her, soon." Well whatever the hell they needed me for, I wasn't going to agree to it. No way. A thing next to so-called-Evie growled low in it's throat.

"Same to you, Morgan."

"What do you want with me?" I forced out, trying to sound strong and independent, but it came out as more of a wimper. I was feeling very light headed and intimidated. "I'm only human."

"Lucky," Montmartre chuckled. "You are not human."

I have to admit, I was pretty much confused at this moment.

"What?" I whispered.

"You. Are. Not. Human. Honestly, children these days! They don't understand a word you say, and then are rude when they ask you to repeat!" The other things laughed lightly.

"What am I, then?" My voive was getting stronger by the second. "If I'm not human, then what am I?"

"Simple. A vampire."

No. No. No. No. I couldn't be a vampire! You had to go through the Bloodchange! No!

"You're lying." Even I could detect my voice breaking in the middle of two simple words.

"Darling, I don't lie. You are a vampire, just not a normal one."

I still couldn't believe it. I couldn't be a vampire. I just couldn't!

"prove it," I challenged weakly.

"Here," Evie said, walking towards me. I backed away. "I'll prove it."

And then she leaned forwards and bit me.

Nicholas POV

My parents had sent Mrs Brown to guard Lucy's bedroom, and, right now, she needed to be guarded way more than ever. She was beautiful and fragile, yet at the same time came off as a girl who'd give you a tough time if you did anything as little as lay a finger on her. She had a hard shell, but, inside, she was the sweetest girl you could ever meet. I collapsed onto the sofa in the lounge, watching my older brother Logan and Solange bicker about what was up with Lucy.

"You guys," I interrupted. "You're not going to help her if you do that; she thinks that she's done something wrong or something weird. She feels like an outsider."

Logan seemed to consider this for a second, but Solange went straight for it.

"Something wrong? She's done nothing! Why would she think that? What did you do? I could hear her heart pounding. Why was that? I know that you were kissing at some stage. Is it my fault? Did I do something?" And then she went into full on babble mode. She only did that when she was nervous, she was alot like Lucy in that way; Lucy did the exact same thing. I could remember that time when we were alone and Sol was at the courts and she just yabbered on about Quinn or something. It really is hard to listen to her when she's like that; she talks so fast and about the most random things. I shook my head.

"Sol, it's not your fault," I said, attempting to sooth her.

She had tears in her eyes, by now.

"But maybe it is! Maybe it was all too much for her! My turning! I mean, I'm spending more time with Kieran than her, now!" Logan stopped thinking and went to put an arm around our sister.

"It's not your fault, Sol. It's not Lucy's, either. Just calm down."

Damn. Logan was way better at soothing that me.

Lucy's scream filled all of our ears, and when we got to her room, there was nothing there but an open window.