Hello everyone! I figured, since you had to wait a while for the last chapter and it came out so short, that I'd post another one a bit sooner than usual! Enjoy :)

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''Oh my god,'' I breathed.

Caroline brought her hands to her mouth and her fingers gently touched her teeth. New tears fell like waterfalls down her cheeks. She looked at me with pleading eyes, eyes from which dark lines grew.

I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do, I was by fear frozen to the spot. All I could bring myself to do was stare, wide eyed, in absolute terror at what I was seeing.

Caroline's eyes zoned in on my neck, and her face was so distorted I didn't know if I was looking at Caroline or a... a monster.

''C-Caroline,'' I finally managed to get out. ''Please, calm down.''

Her eyes were still focused on the thin skin on my neck, the skin left completely bare after I took my scarf off earlier. ''I-I'm so hungry,'' she growled. My eyes widened.

And then she jumped on me. All I saw was her wild blonde hair and all I felt was a piercing pain in my neck where she... where she was biting me. Biting me. A disgusting slurping sound made me think that she was actually drinking my blood. I felt my body growing weaker and weaker by the second, and I fell limp in her grasp.

''Caroline,'' I tried, my voice coming out in a weak whisper. ''C-Caroline, please...'' A part of me was hoping that she'd hear my pleas and stop.

She didn't.


''Car-'' I gurgled in vain. She wasn't stopping. And it hurt, god, it hurt.

I don't know if you literally can feel the life draining from you, but if you can, this is how I bet it felt. It was as if I could feel my body going dry.

In a final act of desperation, I reached out and grabbed her arm, bare due to the hospital gown. All I knew what that I wanted her to stop, and I wanted her to stop right now and not be able to do it again. When my fingers came in contact with her bare skin, Caroline collapsed in a heap by my feet. I inhaled sharply. Did I do that? She wasn't moving.

''Oh my god,'' I breathed, my first thought being that I'd... that I'd killed her. I didn't know if I could, so therefore, it might be possible.

I pressed one hand to my bleeding neck and kneeled beside her. When I did, I almost fell over and for a short second the room spun before my eyes. I must've lost a lot of blood. The thought of it made me feel sick. I leaned over her face, trying to feel her breath. I sighed in relief when I felt her breathing softly.

And then I went on some sort of auto-pilot. I stood up and looked around in the room for something I could use to cover up my neck. Along one side of the room, I noticed some gauze. I quickly put together a rough bandaging and grabbed my scarf and wound it around my neck to cover everything.

I looked for any possible blood splatter. Thankfully, it had mostly gotten on and around my neck. The only trace was a few drops around Caroline's mouth, but that could probably be explained by something else. Then I called the nurse.

''What happened?'' the nurse who entered the room exclaimed and rushed to her side.

''She collapsed,'' I explained meekly. ''She told me that something was hurting, and then she just collapsed.''

I honestly thought that she would see through my weak lie, but she didn't. She leaned over Caroline and examined her closely.

''I checked her breathing,'' I said quietly.

''Okay,'' the nurse stressed. ''You can go now. Please tell tell someone that I need some help in here, to get her on the bed.''

I nodded.

When I got out of Caroline's hospital room, I ran right into my mother. I staggered back, feeling faint. She was still wearing her work clothes, and looked at me sternly.

''What is this?''

''I didn't do anything,'' I said and held my hands up in defence. Well, I had – but I couldn't tell my mother about what Caroline had done now, could I?

''She needs some help,'' I nodded tiredly towards the nurse on the floor next to Caroline.

''You go wait in the car,'' she ordered me. ''I'll be right out.''


Right out, in my mother's terms, meant twenty minutes. I sat in the car, just staring straight ahead of me. Into nothing.

I couldn't comprehend what had just happened. I couldn't make any sense of it. God, I wasn't even really sure if it'd happened or not! I reached up and gingerly touched my neck. The scarf was soaked through. I grimaced and pressed my hand against it, gasping at the sudden jolt of pain. Thankfully, the scarf was dark enough so that it wasn't really visible. It could pass for rain, for all I knew.

I closed my eyes, humming lowly to myself. It didn't calm me down one bit. All I could see – it didn't even matter if my eyes were closed or not – was Caroline's razor sharp teeth and monstrous face. What was she? How was it even possible for someone to... to grow fangs like a vampire and bite someone?

Vampire.

I tried to shake it off, but I couldn't. Vampire. That word was all my mind would think of, over and over again. Vampire. Vampire. Vampire.

''Oh god,'' I choked and felt bile in my throat. I threw the car door open despite the rain, and collapsed by the side of the car – my body convulsing, but nothing came up. I felt tears forming in the corner of my eyes, and I pursed my lips to keep myself from crying. ''Oh, oh, oh,'' I moaned in agony. Both physical and psychological. I had no idea if were I was was someplace real or if I was dreaming. I must've been dreaming, because things like that doesn't happen. The belle of the small town isn't a vampire and she doesn't attack you and feed from your neck.

There was also the matter of me making her go unconscious. I didn't know how that happened. I just wanted her to stop, and I was so scared that all I could think of was wanting her gone, away from me.

I had to try and get myself together, though. If my mother came out and saw me like this, I wouldn't know how to cover it up. My breath was ragged, but I tried to calm myself down and breath at a normal pace. It helped me off the ground and back in the car, at least. But there was no way that I could drive home in this state. Absolutely not.

Suddenly I heard someone pulling on the car handle. I jumped and almost screamed, but when I heard my mothers voice I relaxed a little.

''Ah, finally,'' my mother slid into the passengers seat with a heavy sigh. ''Let's go home.''

Her not mentioning what just had happened wasn't a surprise. As soon as she left work, she made sure not to speak a word of it. That's just who she was.

When I didn't say anything, I could feel her eyes on me. ''Why aren't you buckling up?'' She sounded surprised.

I took a deep breath. ''You know what... do you mind if you drive?'' I asked hopefully, my head spinning. ''I feel kind of faint.''

My mother looked at me, her forehead creased in sudden worry. ''Are you okay?''

I hesitated, but shook my head. ''Not really. Caroline...'' I gulped. ''Caroline collapsing like that really scared me.''

I really didn't like lying to her like that. But if I didn't even believe myself, then why would anyone else?

''Sure honey,'' she smiled at me reassuringly, then got out to switch places with me. When she'd started the car and put her seatbelt on, she turned to me again. ''I'm sorry you had to see that.''

I just nodded. I had trouble getting words out, to be honest.

''If you want to talk about it...''

''No. I mean,'' I sighed shakily, ''not now.''

''Okay.''

The rest of the car ride home was spent in silence, the only sound being the rain smattering against the windscreen. Just like the night had begun.


When we were home, I hurried as fast as I could on my shaky legs to the bathroom. I turned the lock and sat down with my back against the door.

I brought my trembling hands up in front of me. I whimpered at the sight of my blood stained skin. I didn't know what to do. Tears welled in my eyes again and I brought my knees up and buried my face in them, shaking from silent sobs.

I sat there crying until I'd run out of tears. My neck throbbed painfully, and I constantly let out small whines of pain and confusion, because even though I wasn't as dizzy anymore, the world around me didn't seem steady.

I put my hands on the floor and pushed myself up, staggered over to the sink. I turned the tap on, and tried to ignore the red water running down the drain. When I looked up and saw myself in the mirror, I froze.

Staring back at me were a pair of glazed blue eyes. Empty eyes. I almost looked like Caroline. Ghastly pale skin, eyes sunk into the skull and my golden blonde hair had lost whatever vibrance it'd had before.

The scarf was still tied around my neck. I was scared to remove it, but I knew I had to. I took a deep breath to try and calm down, and then began to unwind it slowly. When I got to the last piece, my homemade compression, I pried it off and let out a yelp. When I saw my neck reflect in the mirror, the urge to throw up came back stronger than before.

''Oh god...'' I whined and felt my breathing increase. ''Oh god, oh god.''

Although most of my skin was smudged in blood, you could clearly see two distinct puncture wounds where Car... where she had bit me. The bleeding had stopped. My guess was that the artery hadn't been punctured, otherwise it would all have ended so much worse.

I began rummaging the cupboard under the sink for disinfectant and some sort of bandaid or bandage I could use. We kept all of those things packed in a first aid kit, and I found some cotton wipes there, too. I soaked some in water first, and went to clean of the blood first. I was sore, but it didn't hurt to much. Maybe my body put its efforts into other things than the feeling of pain.

When all the blood was gone, the teeth marks were even more apparent. I lifted my chin up and examined them, until I couldn't anymore. I decided that I should just get this over with, and then it would hopefully all be gone in the morning. I put some disinfectant on a wipe and begrudgingly brought it closer to my neck. I hissed when it came in contact with my skin, but dabbed it carefully anyway.

A minute or two later, I was still in front of the mirror staring at my reflection, but my neck was clean and bandaged. I guess I'd have to wear scarves every day for a while. I stared blankly at myself. I felt completely lost. And helpless.

Grabbing my bloody scarf, much to my disgust, I put it around my neck again and left the bathroom. I heard my mother downstairs in front of the TV, probably watching one of her reality shows. They never seemed to end.

I went to my room, ditched the scarf in the trash bin and dug up another out of my wardrobe. I put it on, just in case my mother came up. I went over to my desk and sat down. My fingers hesitated over the keyboard. Only one word echoed through my mind. Vampire. But, that wasn't why I was sitting there searching. I wasn't that stupid that I had to google the words fangs, drink and blood; only to come up with what I already knew. Who hasn't heard of vampires?

I still felt sick to my stomach. It was like I constantly was on the edge of throwing up and passing out at the same time. But I forced myself through my nightly routine anyway. And, as usual, nothing.

I knew that I probably just should go to bed. But when I lay there, I couldn't sleep. I couldn't. There was a hammering pain in my neck, maybe from the shock wearing of, and all I could think and see was vampire.

I hit myself in the head, my helplessness presenting itself in frustration and anger. And fear. God, I was terrified. And all at the same time, I didn't really feel like... like I knew what I was feeling? It was as if I was numb yet not, simultaneously.

I sighed heavily, my eyes dry from crying so much. Turning on my side, I changed my normal sleeping position so that I was facing the door instead. For a few seconds I lay with open eyes, staring... waiting. Scared of what might come through the door.

All in short, I didn't get much sleep that night...