Mitchell rubbed the slight stubble on his chin as he stared at Fiorella's lifeless body. Her skin was so pale that it looked blue and her hair started to look more and more like a wig on her. But still, whether alive or dead… she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Thunder rumbled outside as the storm that wagged on was now coming to pass.

"Hiya" Nina said as she walked through the door, "How are you holding up? Listen, what you are doing is very brave. You won't regret this"

Mitchell snorted, "You have got to be kidding me. You still don't get it do you?"

"Excuse me?" Nina challenged.

Nina looked over to the bed to see the graceful angel still in her sleep. Slowly, her wound on her neck was healing back to its normal skin. Mitchell said that the vampire stage would be complete once the wound had fully healed. She turned back around and placed her hands on her hips.

"Think about all of the vampires that you have met within your short life. Snobby twats, aren't they? Do you honestly believe that all vampires were like that in their human life?" Mitchell questioned.

"I never really thought about that. I couldn't let her die here" Nina crossed her arms over her chest and looked over her shoulder.

"This will soon be your entire fault" Mitchell shook his head.

Nina laughed, "You can stop right there. Don't try to pin this on me because you decided to make a meal out of your girlfriend"

"It happened too fast" Mitchell countered. "Why did you really argue about this, Nina? I thought you would've wanted Fiorella to die"

Nina could've let out a hysterical laughter from his remark but all she did was form her jaw together and kept her mouth shut. She had been faced with death before any of this had been relied upon her… before she even knew about vampires, werewolves, and ghosts. Still, she couldn't let Fiorella die at the hands of her lover. That's exactly how Nina would've pick as the worst way to die.

She turned her head away and looked back out into the gloom of the outside world. The storm seemed to have happened right after Mitchell gave Fiorella her blood. Mitchell studied Nina and noticed tears were forming on the corners of her eyes. If he knew better, he would've thought that she didn't want to mourn Fiorella's death if she had passed.

Mitchell couldn't help but feel sorry for snapping at her in the first place. She was right on several occasions and it truly was his fault. He didn't want to see Fiorella turn into a monster while Nina and George blame themselves for begging Mitchell to change her. No newborn vampire would have the will to stop the thirst for blood once they first had a taste of it.

"How's it going?" George came in.

Mitchell and Nina both looked up at George as he leaned on the doorframe with his mug of tea. He let out a sigh and nodded in understanding as he looked over to Fiorella. She almost looked like a porcelain doll from the way she looked so still. George had to admit that she looked perfect even in death.

"What did you tell her housemates? You called them right?" Mitchell asked.

George nodded his head in confirmation as he thought back to this morning. He really needed to get out of the house from everything that has happened recently. Nina would've come but she seemed to have wanted to stay in case she woke up. His wolf scent was still overwhelming so the smell of rusty blood was doing a great deal with his human stomach.

But when he got to the house, he didn't expect to hear about Fiorella's life story as he gathered up some of her things. For instance, he never knew that she had an older brother and two adoptive brothers back in Washington. It just seemed to have caught him by surprise that someone like her would grow up in a houseful of men. Maybe that was why she was so feminine all the time.

Nettie and Mary seemed more than pleased to have her out of the house. Maybe it was because all of the fighting that has been going on between she and Mitchell. It seemed that George's "stomach flu" reason seemed to have worked wonders. Nettie was apparently germ phobic when it came to getting sick.

"I told them she was sick" George finally said. "I guess that bought us a week, if we're lucky, a week and a half. Mitchell? What will she be like when she wakes up? I mean, she's not going to like us here. Nina and I will make her want to vomit. Wouldn't she try to kill us?"

Mitchell shook his head, "The smell you guys give off will be too much for us to even think about biting you. The only person who she would want to kill would be me. It's because of me she is cursed for all eternity to be like this"

Nina and George exchanged a look towards one another as they both shared concerns for their friend. Waiting for Fiorella to wake up was like waiting for an egg to hatch… or maybe even a bomb to go off. They both didn't really know what to expect when the blonde beauty finally wakes up one last time and to notice that her life will be changed forever. They just now only had to sit and wait to see if they had made the best decision for her.

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