Ok, so heres the second chapter. Ya, I ended up changing the rating because of the next chapter that I will post after this one. So ya, enjoy!

I woke up when I became aware that I was being watched, and when I noticed the soft sheets and pillow I was lying on. My bed. "What day is it?"

Noodle, Russel, and Michelle (my girlfriend) were all standing over me. Michelle brushed a stray lock of blue hair away from my face. " Mornin' babe, s'bout time you woke up."

I flinched when she called me babe. "Would it kill her to just call me Stu instead of "babe"? I hate that..."

Why did everyone look so relieved? "Wot happened?" I asked, thoroughly confused (as usual). Russel spoke up. "Wull I found ya, passed out on the floor in here so I put cha in bed..."

"H-how long?" I asked in a voice barely above a whisper. "Two days." piped Noodle, who I noticed had been holding my hand the whole time. The silence was killing me...the feeling was familliar...Suddenly, the horrible memories of the demon in the loo all came back to me in a rush. Being watched, getting bitten...its disgusting smile... The image of its smile flashed in my mind, and went straight down into my stomach. And out. I threw up all over myself, causing the akward silence to vanish and Noodle to wrench her hand from mine. Michelle wrinkled her nose in disgust, while I just lay there, covered in my own vomit, shaking uncontrolably. "Ah...um D, I'll get you a...get you a towel...ya"

Russel said quickly and rushed out of the room. Russel's never been very good at handling situations like this...He gets really uncomfortable. An even more suffocating akwardness hung in the air, sticking to my throat, making me speechless. I buried my face in my hair; I couldn't stand to look at anyone. Everyone left, so I could take a shower, when Russel returned. He threw a towel on my face and shut the door behind himself. I wiped my face, neck, and chest and walked into the bathroom. I hesitated closing the door. "Will someone hear me if I get attacked?"

I shut the door. "There' s only demons in one bathroom in Kong..." My reflection stared back at me, and I remembered the hideous gaping wound that was torn into my shoulder. I peeled off my shirt, and the gauze to see it. My breath caught in my throat when I saw nothing. "Nothing?" Nothing but a small patch of discoloration. "I'm not even tired..." It didn't even hurt a little bit. I poked the area over and over. "Was it all just a screwed up hallucination?...No, it left a scar, it couldn't have done that if it was a hallucination."

I stripped down to nothing and let the steaming hot shower erase my thoughts.

The rest of the day went as usual. Russel eating inhuman ammounts of food, Michelle hanging on my neck, calling me "babe" every three seconds, Noodle just being sweet...Murdoc slapped me really hard for spilling a glass of water. On myself. (Of course, he claimed it was all over the couch too...) I rubbed the small bruise that was inflicted. It was so late...(Well early actually.) 2:36. "I can't sleep."

Why? I don't know how long I was lying there, staring at the ceiling, but the stillness suddenly vanished. I gasped, taken by surprise, when my heart seemed to stop, and my shoulder exploded with pain. I couldn't make a sound (which would be pointless since my room is basically sound proof). I choked and gasped for air. Everything was going black. "Now I want to sleep..."

Finally, I was able to scream when the skin on my shoulder split open, the feeling, once again, worse than any other pain I've felt before. The tips of my fingers tingled and burned, changing shape. Blood trickled from under my fingernails as they grew into long sharp claws. My hands turned slightly blue and my veins burst open, making the scene quite bloody. I backed up against my headboard when I became face to face, once again, with the demon. I screamed and thrashed in my bed, when its fingers grew long, like tentacles, and slithered down my throat, making me gag. I sputtered and wretched, while its fingers touched my insides, wrapping themselves around what I believe was my heart. I tore at them, with my new claws, trying to cut them off or get them out. The demon smiled again (just as frightening as the first time), and ripped its fingers out of my body, making me throw up again (I hate throwing up so much).

Then it disappeared, just as quickly as it appeared. To my horror, I realized that I had thrown up blood. All over me...all over my bed...It was all getting too messy for me and I passed out, but not before noticing that my blood looked sort of strange...almost grayish. But not quite. That thought followed me through my nightmares in my fitful sleep.

This time when I woke up it was afternoon, luckily the next day too. Nothing suspicious...everythings normal...except for the claws..my blood soaked bed...I spent four hours cleaning up my bed and trying to file my claws down to my more fammiliar dirty, chipped, possibly infected, fingernails. And also trying to cover up the bizarre bluish discoloration that replaced the pale, creamcolored, skin on my hands and forearms.

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A sudden pounding on the door made me nearly jump out of my skin. "Who is it?" I yelled through the door. "Let me in, dullard!" Murdoc... "Hold on a sec, Muds!" He pounded it again, harder. "I'm not going to wait! Either you open the door now, or, I break it down and wring your skinny, little, neck!" My slow, hevily medicated, mind tried its hardest to think of a good excuse. Instead, I blurted out "I'm naked!". "I don't care! Let me in!" came the reply. Murdoc, slammed the door so hard, it shook the floor and the door nearly jumped off its hinges. I shrank back, beginning to become quite desprate. The door shuddered with another pound. "Murdoc can't find out!"

Silence. "Did he give up?" I pressed my ear to the door...I heard Murdoc say something about "other bathroom" and walk away. I fell back against the wall, relieved.

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I just ended up wearing a long sleeved jacket (green with horizontal black stripes and a hood) that engulfed my hands...er...claws. It didn't hit me until later that I wasn't myself. "I'm changing...I'm less and less human every second."

I don't know how loudIy I screamed (obviously not loud enough...Come on! I'm a singer! Shouldn't I have a voice loud enough to call for help if I'm being disemboweled by a demon?) when I was visited by the demon again. That time I was in the landfill looking for something strong enough to cut my claws off. Everything else broke. It stuck its fingers into my mouth, making my canine teeth long and sharp, like a wolfs. "Like a monsters..." As soon as that thought crossed my mind, I burst into tears. (I've been doing that alot lately, huh?) "I don't wanna be a monster! I wanna be me!" The demons smile flashed in my mind. Why? The question pulsed through my infected veins, giving me a burst of enraged energy. I took it out on a random zombie that had slowly been making its way twords me, tearing it apart. The corpses scream vibrated in my ears, while a peice of rotted flesh hung in my mouth, dangling from my purplish lips. Without thinking, I snapped my chops together, devouring the disgusting morsel. Not only did I just eat meat...but it was a chunk of revolting HUMAN meat! I sank to the moist ground, and pounded my spiky, blue, haired, head into it. Over and over I shouted "Wake up! Wake up from this nightmare!"

Now someone hears me...Russel came out to see what was wrong. "Man D, wass wrong wich'u? You been actin' wierd lately, passin' out on the floor, pukin' on yerself, an' now I come out 'ere and yer screamin' at nuthin' and bangin' yer 'ead on th' ground." He felt my forehead to check for a fever, which he insisted I had, and gave me no other choice but to be carried into my room to rest. (Russel sure is kind.)

So I ended up back in my bedroom, alone, scared to death, and just wishing someone would come in and make me feel safe. I was relieved when Michell and Noodle came in to keep me company. No matter how much I insisted otherwise, Michelle spoon fed me cheerios, while Noodle explained to me that they were good for my heart. As soon as she said "heart", tears pricked at my bruised, purplish eyelids, for I knew that my heart was not the same, but changing. Slowly changing. Noodle looked down at me. "2D-san, why are you sad?" she asked. Her worried expression made me want to tell her. "But I can't." Michelle wiped away a tear. "Why does Michelle's affection always feel so empty?" "Babe, whats wrong?" she asked. I couldn't look her in the eye... "I-i just don't feel good." I lied. Noodle pulled the cover up to my chin and told me to sleep. As soon as they left me, I started sobbing. I cried for the irony of it all. I cried for my heart. My changing heart. My poisoned heart.

My vampire heart.

Ohhkay, that was alot to type. Hope you enjoyed the second chapter! PLEASE REVIEW!