Woo! I've had a lot of inspiration for this story lately, and it's surprisingly easy to work a rewrite when most of the main plot points are already figured out! That being said, I hope everyone who's reading is really enjoying this, and I'd totally appreciate some reviews if you guys have the time! Either way, I'm totally grateful for everyone who's viewed this story. Thanks! xx.

Also, the last chapter had a major plot change from my original story! It'll be revealed later, but I'm curious if anyone caught it...

David could feel himself vibrating, shaking with anger and fury. He was aware that Sam wasn't much better - his brows were furrowed in anger, directed at his mother. Neither boy was quite sure how Lucy could do this to her daughter, could disregard everything she wanted and force her into a life that she so clearly wasn't made for. A vegetarian vampire - now that was a laugh.

Lucy seemed distressed, at least, by her daughter's sudden absence. While the other boys disregarded the situation, not wanting to become involved, she turned to her husband for comfort.

"Max..." Her shoulders fell. "I really didn't think - "

"It's okay," He hugged her, leaning down to whisper into her ear something that only David heard. "She'll be back, Lucy, once she learns what she's becoming."

David felt his body stiffen sharply.

For a while, Taylor really didn't know where to go. She'd walked a long way from the house, in the direction of the boardwalk, thankful that the night had cooled down Santa Carla. But she didn't want to stay there - after dinner, her whole family would probably head down there, to pick up some fresh meat. Taylor scoffed. She didn't want to risk running into them.

Her hands dipping into her pockets, Taylor found a balled up ten dollar bill - must've been from the last time she wore this skirt, and had an idea.

If anyone would understand, Grandpa Emerson would. A small smile overcame her face as she hailed a taxi and gave him a familiar address.

"Get the hell off my property, she-demon!" Grandpa Emerson opened the door violently, careful not to cross the threshold as she shoved a cross into the face of his granddaughter.

Taylor sighed, pushing past him and moving into the house, proving her human-ness.

"You don't have to worry, I'm not one of them."

He smiled at her proudly, mumbling something about how she always was the smart one, and leading her to the kitchen. He passed her one of his off-limits root beers.

"So, if you aren't one, then they want you to be, aye?" He looked away from her as she nodded, not quite sure what he could say. "It's your choice, Taylor, they're your family. You have to decide if you're willing to lose them over this or not; I've already made my decision."

Grandpa Emerson said, alluding to the fact this his daughter, and his immortal grandson, were no longer welcome in his house.

"I don't know what to say," Taylor said honestly. "I mean, vampirism is alluring, of course. I'd get to be forever young and everything, never really have to worry about dying. Plus, I'd get to be with Mike and Sam always, never having to worry about them. But there's something different about people, once they turn. They start to become...less human, I think. And then there's the food thing. I've been a vegetarian for forever, Grandpa, I don't know that I could just jump from that to eating...people."

"Sounds like you've got a lot of things to think about. I want you to know that, as long as you're human, you're always welcome here." Grandpa sighed, noticing the bags under her eyes. "Now head upstairs, to your mom's old room. Seriously, how long has it been since you slept?"

"Longer than you'd like to know," Taylor laughed, taking his advice and moving towards the bedroom. "I'll see you in the morning?"

"I'll be here."

The evening hours ticked by in the Emerson household, and Taylor did not return.

Lucy and Max had gone out to the video store hours ago, shortly after dinner, and the rest of the boys had gone for a second feeding. Only Sam and David remained in the house and Sam, frightened by the prospect of being alone with David, had scurried upstairs as soon as everyone left.

David paced the living room. He would not feed tonight, not until Taylor came home.

How the hell was he supposed to tell her? Should he even tell her? 'By the way, your mom and Max conspired to make you a vampire without your knowledge by passing blood off as wine,' didn't exactly have a ring to it.

And how would Taylor take the news? After dinner, David assumed it wouldn't go so well. He wondered if, by being the one to tell her, he'd be attaching himself to this negative memory, and she'd never think of him the same way she had earlier, in the bathroom upstairs.

But he felt he had to take that chance. And, more so, he was starting to wonder where she was. It was nearing the middle of the morning - 3am - and Taylor had yet to return home. There wasn't much she could walk to from the house, apart from the boardwalk, but if she was down there one of the boys would've said something by now.

They would all be returning soon, yet David had a feeling Taylor wouldn't be with them.

Slow, cautious footsteps came down the stairs, causing David's head to fling upwards.

It was Sam.

He moved towards David, who was hunched over on the couch, his chin in his hands.

"Are you worried about her?" Sam asked quietly. David could hear his pulse thump - Sam was still scared of him, but he was trying at least.

So David could try too.

"I am, I don't even know where she would've gone."

"I have an idea," Sam said. "But I don't think he'll let you in to see her. I don't think he'll let either of us in."

"Him?" David's voice dripped with venomous anger.

"Grandpa."