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"My dear how are you?"

"I'm fine."

Just then my head began to hurt. It was like someone was stabbing me or like someone was beating my head. The doctor was now interested to look up from his clipboard. I think he was expecting this to happen, but how?

I saw random images of me in a room. I was lying down and bleeding. I felt a fire in me, it hurt so much and it kept increasing. I was getting paler. I could feel my heart weakening as the pain increased. A sweet liquid was in my mouth and coated my teeth. Purple pigments began to smudge under my eyes.

What was happening to me?


"My dear are you alight."

I still had my eyes clinging shut with all of my might. The pain that had shot through y head was now lessening. And the tightness in my eyes was loosening and softening. I could feel my eyes getting hot. I knew what was going to happen next. I felt it. The warm tears flowing out of my eyes and down my face.

My breathing was staggering. I tried to gather myself back together, but with every attempt. I failed. My body didn't want to stop; it wanted to express my tears. What I had just seen I wouldn't blame myself for acting this way. The shear horror that I had just saw was just so unimaginable. How could this have happened? How did this happen?

"Are you alright, my dear?" The old man doctor had set his cold stone hand on my shoulder. The coldness numbed my body and helped calm down my body. I pulled out a handkerchief from my pocket and began the seemingly endless task of wiping my tears from my face.

"Do you wish to tell me what you saw?" I shook my head no. I wanted to say something, I just didn't want to relive the horror that I had just saw.

"Very well then." He glanced at his pocket watch. When he flipped it open I could see the light from the room bounce off of the gold watch. It was carved with immaculate swirls that were faintly carved and I could only see the ones that were being reflected by the light. Snap, went the pocket watch. The old man walked me back to my room. The air was very still, very quiet and eerie. When we finally got to my room he hel the door open for me.

I turned on the lamp that was on the night stand and grabbed my book. I began to read it again. I got to the part where Mina is going to visit Lucy in Whitby. Then there is the seemingly eerie Russian ship wreck where the whole crew is missing and the captain is dead. The only strange thing is that there weren't hauling anything of importance, they were hauling boxes of dirt, fifty to be exact. The other strange twist in the plot was that the dirt was being shipped to Count Dracula's castle.

Not long after this Lucy is sleep walking and then one night Mina finds Lucy out in the cemetery. Mina finds what appears to be a dark figure with glowing red eyes bend over Lucy. Suddenly everyone finds that Lucy is pale and ill and the only thing that is even stranger is that she has two tiny red marks on her neck.

Yet again I somehow managed to drift asleep. I still had my book opened to the page that I was reading when my eyes decided to close. Although I didn't remember wrapping myself up in a blanket, it wasn't that cold I thought. I put this aside, but it was still on my mind. It was way too early to think about this. I got my nightgown on and turned out my light.

I was trying to settle myself into bed. Trying to get the covers on just the way I like and find a nice comfortable spot. I looked over at the closet door. I could hear very faint footsteps.

Why would there be someone or something in my closet.

I got out of my bed and went over to the closet. I carefully rested one hand on the door. Using all my strength to keep it still and shut. My ear was pressed against the door. I could hear the foot steps getting closer. Then there was nothing. Did the person know I was listening? Or perhaps did the person just stop? Why would he, she, it stop?

I could now hear muffled voices. Okay now this closet is really starting to scare me. I really don't think I should even be here. With talking closets and all. But I just had this feeling that I was never going to leave here alive. It was like I would never see my family again, it was just this feeling. It was weird, maybe I was just tired and probably I have to quit reading those horror books.

Normal POV

"You can't do this, not again."

"Why? It's not like anyone cares. After all it's who we are and her blood is tempting. I'm tired of crazy people's blood."

"The students know very well that something here isn't right." The old man took a deep breath. "James, the last time you fed on a patient. It was……messy."

"Oh but how must one's blood be tempting to me. You do have to admit that she was delicious."

"This girl is different. She has abilities and I don't want you to have her in your body."

A dark chuckle came from James' body. Darkness became present in his eyes. "And how will you stop me. Tomorrow night that girl will be mine and there's nothing that you can do to stop me." His voice was almost childish at the end.


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