Right, so let's see what's been happening! Thank you for reviewing, Crystalmoon39, 5everawesome and EvilAngel666.

Over the next week, Heather's life went on as it always did, with Alejandro only acting as a distracting presence at night, and occasionally when he wanted to tell her something and communicated telepathically with her. He did feed from her on the Tuesday, but made sure that Heather wouldn't wake up in the middle of his feeding. She woke up feeling weak, and the littlest things could set her off, and she knew exactly what was going on.

Don't visit me, she told Alejandro telepathically. I'm mad at you.

Belleza, what have I done wrong this time? Alejandro asked her.

Oh, can you really not remember? I thought I was the one who forgot stuff whenever someone takes my blood without my consent!

I have told you, Heather, I do what I do to survive. But I will make a mental note to never visit you on Wednesdays.

Within the next two weeks after that first one, Alejandro visited Heather on alternating days, and often talked to her telepathically during the day. Sometimes, she would say back that she was with her friends or in class, and he would quickly look into her mind to check whether it was an excuse or not (another telepathic power that connected them – Heather could do it too, but she didn't know she could, and he wasn't going to tell her how to get into his mind). It was usually legitimate in the second week, while she used it as an excuse several times in the first week. It just showed that her defences were weakening.

On the nights, they'd often do what they'd done before. Alejandro would ask her, Heather would refuse, he would make a move, she wouldn't stop him and then start asking for release within minutes. Usually, he'd try to cuddle with her afterwards. Sometimes she'd want to talk to him or fall asleep within seconds, but most of the time, she didn't. What with knowing she liked musical guys, he usually asked her if she wanted a lullaby, and soon, he'd become accustomed to singing Taylor Swift's "Safe and Sound" to her, then carefully putting his clothes back on (and usually dressing her back in her T-shirt and shorts), tucking her in, and kissing her on the forehead before leaving.

Heather found it impossible to concentrate on the Wednesday after the fourth feed. She had finally started to notice that she felt worse after each feed, but wasn't alert enough to think anything of it. It was when it got to the fifth Wednesday that things got worse.

Heather dragged herself out of bed, feeling awful. It was only when she looked in the mirror that she noticed how she looked. She was much paler than usual, even by the standards set on those days...and she was generally pale as a rule. She was visibly shivering, yet sweating, and she felt like she was going to be sick or fall over, or both.

She stumbled into the kitchen, where her mother looked up. "Sweetie, you look ill!" she said, sounding concerned for once. "Go straight back to bed, I'll call your school."

"Thanks." Heather mumbled, getting straight back into bed and falling asleep almost instantly.

She woke up around midday to a voice in her head. Heather? Why aren't you answering? Heather, can you hear me?

Heather groaned and answered telepathically I've been sleeping. What's wrong with contacting me while I'm asleep. After all, I'm sure you're in bed right now.

I can only communicate with you if you're awake. Alejandro answered. Is there something wrong? He sounded truly concerned.

I feel like crap. Heather replied, grimacing. And I'm blaming you for this one.

What? Alejandro really sounded anxious about her. She'd thought until then that he was incapable of worrying or showing concern. Although she'd started to grow to like him (although she didn't admit it to herself), hearing that made her realize...

Wait, you actually care about me.

I've told you that I do, many times. Alejandro reminded her. Are you alone in your house? I'll come over if you are.

Hang on, I'll check. Heather replied. She was on her own. Yes.

All right. I'll come in via your window, as usual. I'll see you when I'm awake.

It was a little strange for Heather to see Alejandro in the daylight, and see him climbing through her window, wide awake. Especially with a look of concern. Of course, seeing him in proper light just higlighted exactly how gorgeous he really was.

In seconds, he was sitting next to her on the bed, although over the covers. "How do you feel?" he asked with concern.

"Shivery and too hot," Heather began, "Headachy, weak, nauseous...basically like I have flu, but I'm pretty sure I'd have a cold with it if it was flu."

Alejandro had never fed on someone more than once until he'd met Heather, but he'd heard, back when he'd stayed with a coven fifty years back, that if they intended to turn someone into a vampire, they would have to watch the person getting weaker every time they fed, and that the first few weren't too bad, but as they carried on, the person would appear ill, and later on, paralyzed. Alejandro hadn't thought through his idea of transforming Heather, but he wanted her to himself, so he didn't let on.

His own transformation hadn't been stressful, but most vampires preferred to drink every night. Alejandro didn't, because he was above unnecessary indulgence, which would cause seven times as many girls to worry about marks on their neck. But the vampire that had transformed him hadn't bothered. He didn't remember much about the effect that it had on him – only after the ninth feed, which had left him completely paralyzed, although he faintly remembered feeling hypersensitive that same day. His clearest memory was when he woke up after the last feed, no longer in his room. He was outside the house, and he basically just learned the rules of his immortality as he went along. So due to those fading memories, he hadn't thought of Heather being ill from his feedings, but now that she was, he was going to be there for her.

Heather's voice brought him out of his thoughts. "You did something, didn't you? You drank some of my blood again last night!" Despite the fact that her voice was weaker than usual, she was clearly furious at him.

"I did." Alejandro admitted. "To my defense, I didn't know you'd be feeling so ill. I checked in your head every time since I made that mark and you seemed fine then, if a little weaker than usual."

"Oh, and you didn't notice it was getting worse?" Heather scoffed. "Last week, I flunked a test because I couldn't concentrate! I'm cool with getting Cs, but I actually have to pass to get to senior year!"

"Mi amor, calm down." he said. "You need to get your energy back, and yelling at me is only going to make you worse."

Heather couldn't argue with that logic. She slumped back onto the pillows on her bed, glaring at him in silence.

Alejandro was undeterred. "I'm sorry this happened." he said, leaning her against him and stroking her hair. "If your family doesn't, I'll look out for you until you're better."

Heather raised an eyebrow at him. "What, like you'll do everything for me?"

"If that's what it takes." Alejandro said, his green eyes full of genuine affection. "I'm not letting go of you any time soon, Heather. I've told you before, you're mine, and that means I'm the one who'll take care of you."

It was a sweet version of the possession he'd claimed, but Heather didn't care either way. Alejandro stayed with her for the whole of the next two days, and slept little, only when Heather did. However, she started getting better on Thursday, and by Friday night, was well enough that Alejandro decided he was free to let her out of his sight.

Heather getting ill from all the times Alejandro feeds on her is an idea I've been tossing around for a while. It's sort of a different version of how Lucy from Dracula gets ill when Dracula keeps feeding from her. Keep in mind that I put ten feeds as the amount to turn a person into a vampire, so Heather's only halfway, and she is still fully human. Please review!