Hey, guys. Here's chapter three. I hope everyone likes it. I'm trying. I love this movie and I really want um to make a sequel. But until then, I guess we've got fanfics. LOL. Here goes… hope you like.

CHAPTER THREE

THE CHANGING

Fallon and Bianca had gotten lucky, because Brandon had decided to stay the weekend with his girlfriend Melissa Waylon. Neither Fallon nor Bianca had come up with a single good idea on how to get rid of him. He'd, of course, told Bianca that if she needed anything all she had to do was call. 'Big brother, indeed," Bianca thought.

"When are they supposed to be here?" asked Fallon, giving a heavy sigh.

"Today… tomorrow… I'm not sure."

"You look really tired, Bianca. Why don't you take a nap?"

It was the morning after she had made the phone call. They way it he had sounded, Sam Emerson would probably have gotten on the next flight out of California to New York. She hoped he arrived soon, because there were some things Bianca still wanted answered.

That morning, Bianca hadn't wanted to move. She wanted so badly to stay under her covers and sleep the day away. The sun hurt her eyes and burned her skin. She had put on sunglasses, sun block, and a black blazer jacket just to keep the sun that was coming through the windows from burning her. 'It's a side effect,' she thought, miserably, 'a side effect of vampirism.'

At the moment, Bianca was laying on the couch, trying not to fall asleep. It was going on three in the afternoon. "Bianca, take a nap," Fallon said, as she sat watching her try to stay awake in the chair beside her.

"I think I might. Wake me if anything happens."

"What could happen?"

"I don't know. Anything. Just wake me."

"Okay, I will… hey, Bianca."

"Yeah?"

"Did you dream about them last night?"

"Yeah… but they're not dreams, anymore, Fallon. There real…" before she could finish her sentence, Bianca was asleep.

Fallon frowned. It didn't make any sense to her how this could happen to her friend. Bianca was really shy, before she and Fallon became best friends. With Fallon's help, Bianca had opened up a lot. Still, she was relatively shy around people she didn't know.

The only friend she'd really had since childhood was Brandon. He had always been like an older, protective brother to her, even though he was only two years older… twenty-five. 'Who is this damn David guy?' she thought to herself, 'Why Bianca, man? What did she ever do to you? If you did attack her that night, why?'

Fallon, to occupy her thoughts and to keep from going nuts (she still thought this vampire stuff was a little nuts) picked up a book. When she looked at the cover she rolled her eyes and said, "Awe, come on!"

It was Dracula!

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New York was definitely different from Santa Carla. It wasn't as warm. Even for April, Sam, Edgar, and Alan had to wear a small jacket. New York was a nice change, though. It was new scenery for the three young men. "I'd bet there's no Board Walk," Alan commented.

"No," grinned Sam, "but we're not here for a Boar Walk."

"I mean… where's he feeding? No Board Walk, no big crowds of people all in one place."

"Alan, it's New York," Edgar pointed out, "It's one big crowd. He gets food, or he wouldn't have stayed."

"Turn left. That's what the woman at the gas station said. Turn left and we should be right on her street," told Sam.

Edgar, who was driving, did as he said. "Watch the mail boxes," Alan sighed, "We don't want to miss it."

"There! Its right there!" exclaimed Edgar.

He pulled the car in the driveway, and then shut off the engine. The three sat in the car, staring up at the house. Sam realized for the first time that in that house, was girl whose life depended on them. They had to keep her from dying and Sam was scared to death of failing.

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It came all of a sudden. Fallon had left Bianca alone for maybe two minutes to get a soda. She had just opened it and was about to take a drink, when she heard Bianca's horrible scream. Fallon dropped her soda, spilling its contents all over the kitchen floor. This scream was different. It wasn't the screams she gave when she woke from her frightening dreams. This was a scream of pain.

Fallon ran back to living room and saw her friend on the floor, doubled over in agony. She was holding her stomach and rocking back and forth. "Bianca!" exclaimed Fallon, "God, Bianca, what's wrong!"

She didn't answer. She just kept screaming and rocking back and forth. Fallon was terrified. She even thought about calling 911 to send an ambulance because she didn't know what was wrong. If she didn't know what was wrong, how was she supposed to help Bianca?

To Fallon's surprise, however, Bianca stopped screaming. She even stopped rocking back and forth. She just looked around the house as if she didn't know it. "Bianca?"

Bianca looked at Fallon in such a way, that Fallon took two startled steps back. 'What am I doing?' thought Fallon, 'This is Bianca."

Bianca got to her feet and began walking toward Fallon, slowly. "Bianca, are you alright? You're scaring me!"

Bianca actually barred her teeth at Fallon. Fallon backed up into the kitchen doorway. "Stop it! You're scaring me…"

Then she saw it. The cute little decorative mirror on the wall Bianca had gotten as a Christmas present from her Aunt Shelby showed barely any reflection of Bianca… and she was standing right in front of it. Fallon could almost see her own reflection through Bianca's.

"Oh my God! It's true! You are turning into a… a vampire!"

Just then, the door burst open, and in walked three guys Fallon had never seen in her life. They had gotten Bianca's attention as well. She turned to face the intruders. One of them… a dark blonde, dived at Bianca. Fallon screamed as they both hit the ground. The other two, both with black hair, stood in front of Fallon. "Don't worry," one of them said.

"We'll protect you if anything should happen," said the other.

Fallon watched as the one who had Bianca rolled her over and pinned her to the ground. "Get off!" Bianca shouted, "Get off of me!"

"Not until I'm sure."

"Sure of what?" demanded Bianca.

"Who is that girl my friends are standing in front of?"

"Fallon! One of my best friends!"

He smiled, "Now that you remember for being something besides your first kill," he grinned, letting Bianca up, "I'm Sam Emerson. We spoke on the phone. That's Edgar and Alan Frog."

"I think I hit my head," Bianca sighed, "You could've killed me."

"Doubtful. Hitting your head may have been what saved both your friend and you. Now… I think we both have a lot to talk about. Do you think you're okay, now?"

She nodded. "I'm okay. I feel weird… and all I can remember, really, is hurting really bad before you pounced on me."

"Sorry about that. I couldn't let you have her for dinner, could I?" he grinned, then stopped at the expression on her face, "Sorry."

"I have so much I need ask you. But the first thing I really want to know is… who in the hell is David?"

"Come on. Have a seat. This might take a while," Sam told her.