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"You okay?"

The question was laugh-out-loud outrageous, and I let my expression tell Marko of all the things to ask me in this situation, this was not one of them.

"No. Far from it."

He sighed, leaning on the opposite size of the entrance to the warehouse, "I was planning on telling you properly, things might not have been so bad if I had explained them better."

I shook my head, staring out at the bridge in the distance, "There was no way to explain this and make me okay with it, this was always going to be as bad as it is. So quit acting like it's my fault things are this way." I snapped.

"You're right, you know now and that's the main thing." He agreed.

"Goodie." I said in a monotone voice, "I want to go home." I added quietly.

He clicked his tongue, "I wouldn't advise it until you feed, we wouldn't want you turning while you're round your father, would we?"

I turned to glare at him, "Until I feed?"

"Yeah, you have to feed."

"No."

"Yes."

"No!" I said sharply, a flash of red light across my vision. Anger, it was a bad emotion to be filled with in my condition.

He held his hands up, "There's no rush, but the longer you go without feeding, the weaker you and your resolve gets. You're safer feeding as quickly as you can after the change, everything's easier to manage when you're a full vampire."

"Not gonna happen." I muttered.

He snorted, "We'll see, no one lasts more than a few days."

"Has anyone tried?" I asked sarcastically.

He thought for a second, "None of us jumped on board right away, but sooner or later you come to terms with your options, and you always pick the best one in the end."

"Maybe we have different ideas about what the best option is." I argued.

He shook his head, "You're not thinking right, you're still looking at this the wrong way. Any way you live your life, something dies to keep you alive. You can play all innocent but you know I'm right, and eventually the little noble act will wear off, once the hunger gets too much you won't care."

"Don't tell me what I will and will not care about." I spat.

He leant off the door, "I know what you care about, Claire. You care about your dad, your friends, and whether or not you want to admit it right not, you care about me." He said, I scoffed but he continued, "You just need time to think, take this all in and then you'll be ready."

I bit my lip, "And how much time would you give me?"

"It's not how much time I'd give you, it's the rest of us as well. Letting someone who's not a full vampire in on our secret is a big deal, so you would need to make up your mind quickly." He explained.

"How long, Marko?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"You'll have till tomorrow night."

My jaw dropped, "That's not fair!"

"It's completely fair, tomorrow night we can take you out for your first hunt, quick and simple. You either feed tomorrow night or…" He trailed off, cocking an eyebrow, "I don't want to dwell on what'll happen otherwise, I know you don't want to consider it and I don't either, so it's simple. Tomorrow night, you become one of us."

"I-" He raised an eyebrow as my voice caught, dread catching in my throat preventing anything else coming out.

"Come on, Claire. You know it's safer for your family if you turn."

That was a wrong move. A threat. It was a gentle reminder I still had people I care about, and they could be killed as easily as the others.

I bit back whatever I wanted to say, and forced the word out through clenched teeth, "Okay." I said, sounding as willing as I could.

Marko smiled, obviously my answer pleased him, "Good."

I had to pretend that I was considering this, that there was a chance I'd say yes. I walked as close to him as I could stand to be, and tried my best to smile, "Can you take me home now? I'll need all the rest I can get."

He took my chin between his fingers and pressed a light kiss to my lips, I had to fight the nausea and instead return it, smiling as he pulled back, "Let's go." He said gently, his hand slipping into mine as he guided me over to his bike.

I sat on my bed the next day, it was close to evening time and I was all out of ideas, excuses, and hope. Marko gave me strict instructions to meet him at the boardwalk that night, skip work and meet him to feed.

Then that would be the end of it. No more human life. No more sunlight. Just night, immortality and blood. Lots of blood. Innocent people would die every night, families like Aaron's and Stacey's would be left with no way of knowing what happened.

I couldn't stay at home, maybe I'd have to move in with Marko, which my dad would never allow. They wouldn't want to stay here forever, Marko told me they only settled in one place for a while, then either the killings would get too noticeable or they got bored. Which meant it would only be a matter of time before I left.

I couldn't do it. There was no way.

There was only one thing to do, tell Marko I couldn't be a vampire. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me, he'd see how much I didn't want this and then he'd let me change back, there's always a way to change back. Isn't there?

The sound of the door opening had me look up, I dragged myself out of bed to go greet my dad, "Hi." He said as he shook off his jacket and hung it up.

"How was work?" I asked.

"Good. How was school?"

I ducked my head, "I didn't go. Didn't feel too well."

"Well you did look a bit pale last night, and you went out for a while but I must have been asleeep when you got back. Is everything alright?" He asked.

I nodded, "Yes, I just went for a walk. I didn't mean to stay out as long as I did." I apologised.

"It's alright." He said, although concern and worry were plain in his eyes. Was this what I would have to face every day after I turned? To lie to him about where I was, what I was?

"I'll get dinner started." I offered.

My dad stopped me as I went to turn and head for the fridge, "No, I'll get it, you go sit down and relax. Besides, I'm getting good at this cooking thing, right?" He joked, kissing my forehead before walking past me.

I slumped down on the couch and grabbed the remote, flipping through random channels. I stopped on the news and my stomach churned as yet another report was on about the disappearances.

"Looks like I made in it just in time." I heard my dad say.

"Huh?"

He helped solve my confusion by pointing to the window, as I turned it was clear he meant he had just made it in out of the rain, which looked to be getting heavier by the second. A spark of hope went off in my stomach, maybe there won't be anyone on the boardwalk because of the rain.

But he'd still find someone, rain or no rain there'd always be people outside. Maybe even someone homeless, like they didn't have enough to deal with.

"Anything good on TV?"

I switched the TV off, sighing, "No."

"Maybe we could rent a movie later." He suggested.

"I have to go out and meet Marko."

"In that weather?" he asked.

"Unfortunately." I muttered.

If my dad said anything after that, I was too far away to notice. I had to come up with something, anything to get out of doing this.

The boardwalk was sparsely populated that night, with only a few crowds around the place. I skipped work, not having the patience to wait there first, and I was sure Marko would come in and stir things up anyway.

My footsteps were slow on the damp wood, nerves were building in my stomach and my hands shook as I walked, looking around for Marko. Eventually I spotted him and the others over near the railings, where I met most of them for the first time. I swallowed and made my way over, my eyes dropping as their gazes all zeroed in on me.

"There she is." I flinched as Marko's arm went round my shoulders, "Told you she'd show."

"Just because she's shown, doesn't mean she'll got the nerve to go through with it." david said with a snort, Marko turned to me and I shook my head.

"I can't do this."

"Told you." David said with triumph.

"Sure you can, it'll be fine, we can go right now and-"

"No!" I said with as much determination as I could, "I won't do this, not tonight and not ever."

Marko gritted his teeth, "You told me you would."

"You threatened me!"

"If she's not gonna feed then-"

"Shut up." Marko cut David off harshly, who raised an eyebrow before pushing himself off the railings to stand at Marko's side.

"You knew deep down you could never turn her, she's not right for us no matter how fond you are of her. And this has messed everything up, so you've got one option. Either you do it, or we do it for you." David said to Marko.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Well if you can't be a vampire, and you can't turn human again…" Paul trailed off, making a show of weighing up two things with his hands, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"You're gonna kill me?!"

"If you don't keep your voice down, I'll do it right now." David hissed.

"But- I- Marko." I said, turning to him with a helpless expression. This was all show, they wouldn't actually kill me. He wouldn't let them.

"Claire, please." He said, for the first time since I found out what he really was, I felt like I was looking at someone normal. His voice held a tinge of desperation, and I knew right then I had no other option.

"You would kill me?"

"You or someone you love, like your dad." David said, a smirk filled with malice tugged at one corner of his mouth.

"You so much as touch him-"

Bonnie grabbed my shoulders as I moved forward, stopping me from doing someone clearly stupid, "Okay, I think everyone needs to calm down. David, stop making things worse. I can take Claire now and get her calmed down."

David scoffed, "She doesn't need to calm down, she needs to get this over with."

"She needs a little bit of sympathy! This is a lot to take in, and you threatening her doesn't help! Marko, why don't you stay here and I'll bring Claire back when she's feeling better." Bonnie suggested.

"I'll go." I agreed, Bonnie nodded and took my by the arm.

"She'll be fine! Back in five."She said brightly, tugging me backwards.

My gaze held Marko's till I turned round, I kept pace with Bonnie until she took me into some bathrooms in a run-down bar. It was dirty and grimy, but at least we wouldn't be disturbed.

"Okay, I realise this has all been piled on you at once and you need a breather." Bonnie said, smiling but my gaze was focused on the mirror behind her. Bonnie wasn't in the reflection, it was just me and even at that I was faint.

"I can't believe you're…" I pointed to the mirror and she turned before chuckling, turning me so it was now her facing the mirror and I was facing the stalls.

"You get used to it. Anyway, it's always scary the first time you feed, I only did it recently. You have all this shit inside your head and it's awful, it really is. But once it's done, that all goes away."

"Is there any way to turn back?" I asked her.

Her expression turned sympathetic, "No, there isn't. I'm real sorry Claire, but this will all work out. This way you and Marko can be together, we'll all be! It'll be so much fun."

"No it won't." I said, my voice shaking.

"Oh God, please don't cry. Please?" She begged, but tears already flowed down my cheeks and sobs broke free from my throat, "Oh shit." She said, wrapping her arms around me.

"Don't make me do this." I whispered.

"It's for the best Claire, it really is. Now stop crying, you can't go back to Marko looking like I've been shouting at you in here." She pulled back and wiped tears from my cheeks, I sniffed pitifully and she left me to go into the stalls.

"Where is all the damn toilet paper?" She said almost to herself, "I bet the guys room has some, stay here and I'll be right back.

I watched her walk out the door and close it, heading in next door. My eyes settled on the small sliding lock, and without thinking I crossed over and shut it

That wouldn't keep her out for long, if I could kick a door open, so could she. I ran to the small window at the wall beside the sinks, thankful that I wore sneakers as I climbed up using the radiator and the last sink in the row.

When I got to the top and started messing with the handle to open the window, the noise of the door being pushed made me panic, "Claire? Everything alright?"

"One second!" I called, trying to get the handle lifted but there was no give, it was locked.

"Claire, open the door!"

"Hold on!"

She tried pushing the door, I knew the lock wouldn't last much longer, "Marko's gonna be worried, open the door!"

"Screw Marko!" I shouted, getting it the final and least preferable solution, I punched the window. Once only caused a few cracks, I focused all my strength into driving my first forward again, this time shattering the glass

I winced as I grabbed the window frame which had shards of broken glass still sticking out, kicking one of them with my leg and I swung it out the window, finally dropping the few feet to the pavement, my knees absorbing the impact before I started running down the alleyway.

I had no idea where I was going, I just knew I was getting the hell away from here.