From here on in, Nila and Thierry are in each other's bodies. Just in case anyone gets slightly confused.
This is supposed to be slightly comical, but it might not seem that way.
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A few minutes later, Thierry is sitting on my bed dressed in my blue jeans, Nike trainers and my purple velvet shirt.
I have to brush his hair, or should I say my hair? For him, because he can't do it himself, I then put it back in my black velvet scrunchie.
"Okay. Now what are we going to do?" I ask the most obvious question.
"I have no idea." Thierry replies.
"Well, we have to tell someone. I mean, we certainly can't keep this from everyone." I point out.
"You're right. But we'll only tell the people that I trust completely." He advises. "Are you alright?" He asks noticing me struggling to breathe.
"No. I feel as though my chest is being crushed… or rather, your chest feels as though it's being crushed." I answer his question and wincing in pain at the same time.
My gaze goes from looking Thierry in the eye, down to the neck, where my gaze just lingers.
I feel strange, my teeth and gums feel very tingly. Plus I can't seem to tear my gaze from Thierry's temporary neck.
There is something in there that I need to tap into, something that he has that I need.
The spasm of pain becomes worse and I feel my canine teeth being to elongate into sharper, longer, more efficient and manageable fangs.
Wait a minute! Fangs?
"Thierry? What's happening to me?" I ask, as I put my finger into my mouth, or rather Thierry's finger into Thierry's mouth, and feel fangs there.
"Remember yesterday when you were trying to guess my age? And I said to try along the lines of thirty- five to forty thousand years old?" He asks.
I merely nod at his question.
"Well, it's the truth." Thierry replies.
"Huh?" I ask, befuddled.
"I'm a very old and ancient vampire, or at least I was until we switched bodies. That's why you feel fangs in your – my – mouth. The pain that you are feeling means that you are going into bloodlust." He explains.
"In English please Thierry, or Egyptian, I'll understand you a bit better if you use either of those languages." I gasp out.
"What I mean is, that if you don't drink blood now, you could attack someone and kill them without meaning to. And if you don't feed from someone, and soon, you could die." Thierry explains better.
"Oh. Okay then. Where am I going to get blood from?" I ask another obvious question.
Thierry tilts his head – my head – to the side.
"Uh-uh. I'm not going to bite my own neck. I might do something that I'll regret." I argue, shaking my head, but still not able to avert my gaze from his neck.
"Nila? You have to. You have no choice. Besides, I'll stop you from doing any damage." He says.
"Fine. But if something bad happens, don't blame me. I was the voice of reason here." I reply.
Thierry opens a couple of buttons on my velvet shirt and tilts his head to the side.
"Okay. Do I bite the jugular vein or do I bite somewhere else? I've never done this before." I ask, uncertain of what to do.
"Bite here." Thierry points to just below the jugular, and then he pulls me down towards the part of the neck he is pointing to.
I slip my temporary fangs into Thierry's temporary neck, followed by my lips.
I feel the blood pouring into my mouth; at first I'm disgusted at the thought of drinking blood. But once I've tapped into the vein, and blood pours into my mouth, I feel as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
And the taste… it's like nothing I have ever tasted before. It tastes exotic, with a slight burning sensation.
I can see something strange; it looks like the glow of a campfire. It's a nice glowing red, then it turns orange, then yellow, then white, and then it goes back to yellow, orange and then red.
I hear Thierry saying something, but I can't make out what it is he's saying.
*Nila? That's enough. Anymore and you'll kill me* I hear his voice inside my head, louder than before.
Reluctantly, I pull back slightly. There is still some blood trickling from the two holes in his neck. The blood trickles down his throat; and I stick my tongue out and gently lick the wound clean.
After that, I pull back to see that Thierry is pale, and swaying slightly, his eyes closing slowly.
"Thierry? Are you alright?" I ask him, concern showing clearly on my face, and it sounds clearly in my voice.
"I'll be fine." He replies, his eyes almost shutting completely. "That felt a hell of a lot nicer than the first time I was bitten. The first time felt as if my throat was being ripped out." He adds in an almost dreamlike voice.
"Here, lie down on the bed and rest a while." I say, getting off the bed and pulling the covers back.
Thierry climbs into the bed, and then lies down.
I pull the covers up around him, before he falls asleep; he looks up at me with heavy eyelids.
"Go find Hannah. Tell her what's happened to us." Thierry whispers.
"Thierry? Are you alright? You're not going to die or anything?" I ask.
He laughs at that.
"Of course not. I'm fine, just tired. You just took enough blood to make me sleepy, that's all." He replies, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Okay. I'll go find Hannah. I'll bring her here." I agree to his request.
"Hmm-hmm." He says before he falls asleep.
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(Damon Salvatore walks out on stage) "Now I know that I am not in this story like the first three. But Medusa gave me my soulmate Judith Blair, who is actually named after Medusa. So anyways, I owe her for that. She tells me that I am very popular amongst the ladies here. Anyways. Please review this amazing girl's story.
(Stefan, Damon's younger brother comes on stage) "Yes, please review this amazing young woman's story."
(Damon and Stefan together) "Grazie."