Yes I know, I haven't updated in a long while and this is no sorry excuse for a full length chapter! I've just had some issues with school and friends so I've been under a lot of stress lately. Here is my fixer-chapter thingy. Yes, I know, the plotline is inexcusably fast. Sorry loves.

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"Tom, I have to tell you something important," Rachel called across the stage. Tom turned to look at her, but when he saw her face his mind nearly exploded:

Rachel, her head bent over his neck, her irises blood red and shining.

Rachel, with fangs protruding from her bloody mouth.

Rachel, her old fashioned dress torn and tattered, splattered with brown stains.

Rachel, tears pouring down her face as she screamed and beat the ground with her hands.

Rachel…a vampyre.

Tom fell to his knees, screaming in agony as the memories pushed their way through his head in a rush. His vision swam, things became blurry and swayed. Tom heard Rachel calling his name, he saw her face close to his, the hope in her eyes. Hope? Bill was there, worry plastered across his feminine features. Then it was replaced by a crippling blackness that seemed to stretch on forever in all directions. The pain, once blinding, was gone in a millisecond as unconsciousness set in.

RACHEL'S POV

This was it! The final transformation! Tom was starting to remember who everyone around him really was, or at least…had been. This meant that Bill wouldn't be far behind, all though he was far more likely to be affected by Beatrice. She was his true love after all. Rachel had been Tom's creatress, and therefore his most potent memory.

"Is Tom okay?" Georg asked, walking in a few minutes later. Tom was stretched out on the couch, Bill fanning his face with an old LIFE magazine. Gustav followed, a similar curious question on the tip of his tongue.

"Yeah, he just started screaming and then passed out."

"Shouldn't someone call an ambulance?" Gustav asked, worried. This surprised the two vampyres in the room, Gustav hadn't shown any emotions at all since he was Changed. Rachel just shook her head.

"He'll be fine in a few minutes."

"Are you sure?" Bill called over, worry filled his eyes.

"Yeah, this used to happen to my little sister a lot," Rachel added. When medical aids weren't available and she was carted off to the Asylum for her frequent seizures.

"Okay, if you say so," Bill just kept on fanning. A cell phone went off, and Georg reached for his instinctively.

"Hello? Oh hi! Yeah I'll be there in a little bit, I just need to make sure Tom is okay first. Love you more, goodbye," he hung up. He blushed as his gaze met the criticizing stares of the room. "What? She's my girlfriend!"

"We don't need to hear it," Gustav smirked. Georg rolled his eyes and Rachel chuckled. Tom groaned, and everyone shot to his bedside.

"Rachel, I'm thirsty," he said, ignoring everyone else in the room.

"Come along," she towed him to his feet and dragged him out of the room. Georg told Bill to stay where he was before he and Gustav followed the other two out.

GEORG POV

Rachel was pulling tom along behind her, swaying on his feet. She needed to be gentler, he was still a human!

"This is what's gonna happen, okay?" then she whispered lowly into his ear. I couldn't catch everything she said.

"I'M A WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Tom shouted, a look of pure disbelief on his face.

"Open your mouth and lick the edge of your teeth," she instructed. He ran his tongue over the recently sharpened incisors and let out a yelp of surprise. I furrowed my eyebrows too, how did a sharp memory reaction cause him to change? Was it the emotional stress? I thought you actually needed to be bitten.

I looked on in shock as Tom and Rachel ran off, dodging cars and such on the city streets. Their figures blurred as they ran off into the distance, on the hunt for Tom's first meal.

BEATRICE'S POV

Bill stumbled into house looking confused. "How did I get here?"

"Bill!" I smiled, walking over to hug him. I was wearing a little black dress that Jazzy had found for me. It had layers of lace down the skirt and I wrapped a silk choker around my neck. Bill's eyes were drawn to my throat, a low rumble coming from deep in his chest. He looked around, dazed and confused.

"Bea, how did I get here?" he asked.

"I don't know. You're so silly. Just come sit down and watch the movie with me," I pulled on his arm a little. He came along unsteadily. "Bill, are you sick?"

"No, I'm fine," he smiled down reassuringly at me. I shook my head and sat on the couch, motioning for him to sit beside me. I gave a small chuckle as his eyes scanned the room again. He did that every time he came over.

"What do you want to watch? I rented Hopeful Notes," I offered.

"Okay! I've heard really good things about that movie," Bill agreed. I slipped it into the DVD player and pressed play. Soon we were enraptured by the characters. The movie had been made in some remote city in the USA, but it was really well developed and adorable. Bill leaned over and looked down at me, his eyes wide and somehow different.

"Bill, what are you doing?"

"You smell really good," he said, pecking me on the cheek.

"Thanks?" I said. It was more of an awkward question than a reply. He was scaring me.

"I'm thirsty," he smirked. Instantly it hit me. The weird memory blank, the spaced-outness, the creepy staring…he had been changed!