Uncle and Sean will be home tomorrow. Everything's fine.

I threw the blood tablets across the room, staring at them for a only a moment before picking them up and setting them on my nightstand as I flop onto my bed and slip into the memories that haunt my dreams.

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I knew I was running, but I swear it must have been like flying. With each step, my feet barely brushed the earth, but at the same time, it was my pounding steps that propelled me through the trees. The moon overhead shone brightly as the sun did- use to…

I didn't even know where I was going until there were people in front of me. A vampire- Another vampire held her prey in a death grip, the blood dripped down her chin and onto her own throat. That beast. But I couldn't even have reached for my gun, even had it been at its place on my belt, for once I was on my knees, I was immobilized. The smell rushed into my lungs as if I had been dunked in a pool of it, so thick I felt I could see it swimming around me.

The human was already dead when she— the vampire—turned toward me and released him, now holding onto the collar of his shirt very unceremoniously with one hand. Blood swam in her eyes, and I'm sure mine reflected hers at that moment as well. The neck was still dripping—she wasn't finished yet—and I felt like concrete as I used every drop of will-power to remain motionless, afraid that any move I made would result in my fangs—fangs—in the neck of the dead man. The thought was revolting, and my barren stomach felt like dry sandpaper by now.

"Ah... A newborn." I couldn't look back at her; my eyes were locked on the blood that was pooling in the soil. "He's already dead, so it'll ruin the excitement of your first kill, but here, I saved you some." She held the body out to me, but I remained motionless, even as she offered me her sympathy. She dropped the body when she saw I wasn't taking her offer.

"Too late, accept it already. You're a vampire now." I could feel her curious gaze on my face as she knelt in front of me. How would she know how difficult this is for me? A hunter? "You're probably at the point where blood is drowning the air from your lungs. You probably already know what it tastes like, though a drop hasn't touched your tongue." Why is she still talking to me? I wished she would shut up and let me suffer. Let me die. "The point when your blood turns to ice."

A strangled sound left my lips as I crumpled to my hands as well. I clenched the grainy dirt in my fists, seeing what I knew was brown dirt and dry leaves as an endless ocean of crimson blood. It was everywhere. Sloshing up my arms, covering my face…

"Hey!" A kick forced me onto my side, and had anything been in my stomach, I would have puked with the heighted sensation of breaking ribs. The whole left side. Shattered. I couldn't even gasp.

"Drink up or die, your choice." The human dropped next to me, but I looked up at the beast looming over me with the gaze of a killer. She was dead, if I ever saw her again.

"Go to hell, vampire." I cursed as best I could, but her frown only deepened.

"I'm trying to help you. I don't want you to die." Yeah. That's why you demolished my ribs. But with the injuries brought more thirst, reminding me of my hunger. She was trying to force me to drink. And she knew she was about to get her wish. And as I moved, my whole body screamed in protest, but my heart sped up with sickening excitement.

I was about to drink this guys blood. The vampire smiled as she walked away, leaving me alone. Finally. But… I felt tears stream like rain down my face as I leaned toward the blood. Toward my new source of life. Nothing can ever be the same. This is what I am now.

I returned home as the sun began to rise, seeking shelter from this new light. Blood stained my clothes. Uncle didn't move an inch as I walked through the living room, to the stairs. Once I nearly drowned myself in the shower, I threw on some clothes and lowered myself into bed. Even beneath the blankets, I was freezing. I tried to distract myself—count the spots on the wood floor, try to recall the names of the presidents—but the scent of blood remained in the air, all over me, even after the shower. Even the smell of Uncle's blood. I don't know how I walked past him on my way in, but now it took conscious effort to stay in bed, away from him.

Two people. Dead. The first was the offering from that other vampire, whom I hoped to introduce to my father's gun, but the second was my fault. I… I just attacked her. She screamed some, but passed out after I pierced that artery with my fangs. I don't know how many times I bit her—tearing into this new life. By the time I was done, my ribs had sewn themselves back together, and I fell to my knees and vomited half her blood back up. And even after that, the vampire in me bit her yet again, draining her last drops until she was cold as I was.

And even then, the thirst still dwelled in my throat. I always wondered what was with these beasts… always attacking, wreaking havoc for us hunters to clean up. And I hated this new perspective on them… I hated understanding why they do it… And around that point was when I realized that any hunter could have seen me attack the girl… I was so engulfed in the new sensations, I never would have noticed. What am I going to do? I'm the hunted now. I can't go back to the hunters' headquarters… would they notice right away? Or would I give myself away?

Life sucks. Then you die. End of your story. But hey, life goes on. Even when important people die, the world keeps turning, so especially when you're just a teenage girl, don't get so full of yourself.

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I'm drowning.

This isn't part of the dream.

Rough ashes and dark smoke course their way into my lungs, sucking the oxygen right out of the air. The house is on fire.

That's an understatement: The house is burning down.

If I'm on the second floor, and this much smoke is in my room, then I'm sure the basement is going too.

There's just so much smoke…

I've been asleep too long. I should have woken up before now. As soon as I try to stand, I know. My head spins, maybe from last nights thirst episode, but when my sight blurs the world in and out of existence, I know all I can do is try to get out of the burning house.

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I love writing her memories :) So, I was thinking maybe Sean and Cora's uncle went out of town on some sort of school thing or maybe a business trip that Uncle had to go to and needed company and seemed like Cora needed space… ugh idk. I'll fill in some more of everything later on…