Ava

62 Fair Lane, 9:18 p.m., June 30th, 2009

They were sitting upon the roof of the house; Ava's family had left for dinner with some work colleagues of Mason's whilst Ava stayed at home, supposedly doing a big assignment. They thought she had left it the last minute, in reality she had it completed and on her computer ready to send to her teacher's email.

"In nine days something's going to happen, and then I'm going to die soon," she told Pam. "I don't know how soon though." She laid back and looked up at the stars before turning back to Pam, "I'm scared, I…" she trailed off, her emotions were chocking up her voice, making it harder for her to speak.

"Do you want to die, be forgotten by the world?"

"I don't care about the world." She sighed and brought her hands to her face and she curled up into a ball, "I don't care about my family, my life, my hopes and dreams, I don't care about a job, or getting rich, I don't care about marriage or…or family," she looked up at Pam, "I'm hollow inside."

"If you were hollow, you wouldn't be able to feel right now."

"Then why can't I care?" She screamed suddenly.

"Because this is not the life you were meant for." Pam looked at her before grabbing Ava and pulling her close, "you're meant for something much darker." Ava shivered before relaxing within the vampire's grip.

"You want to turn me," she whispered. Pam cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow, "would you do it, if I gave you permission would you be able to turn me?"

"I'd have to fill out paperwork, but yes, yes I would."

"You hate baby vamps though, you've mentioned it on several occasions." She shivered and held back her next sentence, they already knew why she didn't want to be a baby vamp, it was obvious and saying it would just make the whole situation worse.

"You'll be different, something about you makes me believe that you wouldn't be just any typical baby." She paused before picking up Ava and jumping back down the ground. "your parents are just coming down the street," she opened the window and helped Ava into her room before kissing the young girl on the cheek and leaving.

The moment she left, Ava heard the car pull up. She quickly changed clothes and sunk into her bed before they came looking for her.

Some days they believe that she 'went to bed early' so it wasn't difficult making them believe she was asleep before nine thirty ticked over.

But it was difficult to go to sleep, all she could think about was what Pam and her had discussed on the roof. They had only been together up there for less then an hour, but it was enough for a discussion that led to Ava being able to consider if mortality is what she wishes to endure, or if it's immortality that she truly wants.

Eventually she fell asleep, but not before she realised what she wanted.

Pam

556 Clinton Avenue, 1:09a.m., July 9th 2009

Ava slipped in through the window, and before she could blink, Pam appeared next to her.

They stood over his bed, watching him sleep restlessly with plagued nightmares before Ava kicked him awake. "Wake up honey." He gasped awake at her voice.

"What the fu-"

"Uh-uh, I'm not going to stand for that." She taped his mouth and before he could react she handcuffed his hands to the bed. "See, a little while ago you took something from me that I wasn't ready to give up, and not only did you do that, but you also left me to die." He looked at her with wide eyes, "I don't know if you thought it was fun, or if maybe you get off on a struggle but in all honesty, I don't really give a fuck."

Pam eyes looked over the room as Ava continued to torment her old tormentor. It stunk of old clothes, wet towels left to dry on the floor, and stale air. It was disgusting.

She picked up a magazine that was lazily hid under a pile of clothes to see the overly photoshoped naked women. She dropped the book quickly with disgust; teenage boys seemed to have no taste when it came to women.

"Can you throw me my bag?" Pam picked up the small bag and handed it Ava. As she did, Steven focused his eyes on the blonde, realising for the first time that there was somebody else in the room. He stared intently at the vampire, almost begging her to stop Ava. "She won't help you," Ava whispered as she climbed onto the bed and dug through her bag, "see, I made a deal with her, I'll kill you, she'll dispose of the body and then she can drain me of all my blood."

Pam flashed fangs at him and appeared at the end of the bed, leaning over Ava. "I'd kill you myself if I had the choice." He panicked, struggling to scream and break free of his restrains, but Ava, still with one hand in the back as she rummaged through, reached out with her other arm and choked him to silence.

"I'd rip out your tongue, but you'd make too much noise," she pulled out a sharpened steak knife wrapped delicately in a handkerchief, "see, I want to make you suffer, so I thought to myself 'what would drive him insane' and then I realised, so for the last few months or so, I've been breaking into your house, stealing bits and pieces of importance from you whilst driving you slowly insane by cutting and making things small, dirtying important clothes and the works – have you noticed?"

Wrath filled him, clenching his jaw as he nodded at her.

"Uh-uh, I know that look, I've seen it in my mirror for so long you see, and that's the look of someone swearing revenge, well honey, you can spend he rest of your short life vowing to kill me, and rest of the next life succeeding in haunting me, but you will not ruin this for me tonight."

She tightened his hand around his throat.

"I learnt something from you by the way, I learnt that if you chocked someone harder enough, you can't hear their screams, so thank you for that, thank you for making my job easier." She tightened her hand even tighter before pulling her other hand back with the steak knife so she would be able to get full force into the thrust.