Molly panics and quickly climbs into bed, willing herself to sleep, hoping against hope that when she wakes up this will all have been a dream. Thank God she has the next day off. There is no way she could go to work like this. After a few hours of tossing and turning, she finally falls asleep.

The next morning she is awoken by a burning sensation on her face. She yelps a bit and jumps out of bed, feeling her cheeks. "What the hell!?" She curses and groans, rubbing her eyes of sleep. Suddenly the memory of what she discovered last night comes flying back into mind.

Molly rushes over to her mirror and gasps, still seeing the two fanglike gores in her neck. Except this time her reflection is fleeting, like a bad computer glitch. Tears prick her eyes as she grabs her laptop and quickly opens it. At the first sight of Google she looks up everything she can about vampires. Soon she is full on sobbing as she scrolls through the internet.

{According to legend, once a human is bit by a vampire, they turn into a fledgling, which is a mix of mortal and vampire. This means that for a couple days the bite site will show, but the venom has already spread within their body enough to stop their heart. Since the venom is keeping them "alive" as an undead being without blood, fledglings have approximately twenty-eight to thirty days to drink human blood to complete their transformation, or else their body dies like a mortal. Fledglings will see a warped reflection of themselves in the mirror, whereas full vampires don't have a reflection at all.

They will also burn in the sun, but it will not kill them unless they are full vampire, instead the sun will cause blisters. The only way a vampire can successfully counteract the sun's curse is by wearing a pure lapis lazuli amulet, ring, or bracelet; this is because lapis lazuli is an ancient stone known to have been enchanted by witches centuries ago to counteract the sun's effect on a vampire.

Both fledglings and full vampires have the ability to self-heal from non-fatal wounds. Both can be killed by a white oak stake through the heart, and neither show up in photos, only live video. This is due to their mortal soul being blocked by the vampire curse. A photo captures the soul, while a video captures the body.

There is no telling how bloodthirsty an individual will be as a full vampire. Some can be violent, murderous creatures, and some live normal lives among humans, living on animal blood, the blood of trusted humans with consent, or human blood bags taken from hospitals to survive and curb the hunger. Even the most tame of vampires will still become bloodthirsty at the sight or smell of human blood, and few have a more human resolve and can stop themselves from attacking the person it is coming from, however that won't stop their sudden hunger for it.}

Molly slams her laptop shut and covers her face, crying hard. Her life is over. Literally and figuratively. She's dead and gone, and her career will be too. How can she possibly be a vampire pathologist!? She sees blood on a daily basis! Sure, she could probably steal some blood from the blood bank, but she has never stolen anything in her life. She would feel absolutely horrible. That blood saves actual, human lives. It's not for her to drink. And what about poor Toby? He clearly knows she's a predator now. God, she would never eat her cute little kitten!

Suddenly feeling a bit hungry, she pushes aside the fact of what it could be and goes into her kitchen to make some eggs and toast. The sun glares through the window and hits her foot as she steps towards her stovetop. She yells out as it burns her and jumps away from it, tearing up again. Grabbing her phone, she searches online for a lapis lazuli ring. Despite the high price point, she manages to order one that is subtle and elegant looking; nothing that will stand out. Unfortunately, it will take two days to arrive.

"Great, I'm stuck in my house for two days avoiding the sun when I love the sun, my kitten hates me, and I'm already hungry. But I don't want to think of that…oh God I don't want to have to drink blood." Molly shudders and groans, rubbing her face.

She manages to grab some cereal, skirting around the sun rays and then sitting on her sofa defeatedly. She eats her cereal, but it takes a bit funny; probably another annoying side effect of being a fledgling. She wants to cry for the loss of her life, her dreams of motherhood, and the possible loss of her career. All she can muster is a feeling of depression and sadness, the worst of all losses probably being her friends. How will she ever be able to be around them again if the hunger is going to be as bad as the internet says. Hurting them isn't in the question.

Molly wonders how her hunger would be around Sherlock. A man who she is extremely attracted to, who was beginning to almost become more than a friend to her, and now she could lose him all over again. The last thing she wants to happen is for her to injure him, or worse, not be able to control herself and turn him. She absolutely refuses. The only option she can think of is to deal with this herself. She has gotten through so many bad things on her own, and she can get through this too. "Hopefully", she mutters.

The first thing she has to decide is crucial: does she willingly die as a partial mortal, or does she make herself a full vampire, and everything terrible that goes with that? Molly knows she doesn't want to die, but wouldn't that be the more honorable thing to do? She would rather die right now than ever have the possibility of hurting or even killing her own friends. That she would not survive by any means, she would stake herself if she ever did something so utterly reprehensible.

A few days go by and Molly had called out sick from work. Her lapis lazuli ring had finally arrived, and she slipped it on her finger, very slowly putting her hand under the sun that pours through her kitchen window.

"Success!", she yells gleefully, her hand not burning at all. Molly beams and dances under the sun for the first time in three days. "Ah, I've missed you sun", she exclaims. Her happiness is short-lived when there is a knock at her door and a familiar voice calls out.

"Molly!? I know you're home because your car is here. Mike said you called out sick for your shift today. I needed your expertise…but…I'm sure it can wait. Are-Are you okay? Are you there?" Sherlock shouts.

Molly panics and gasps, unsure of what to do, so she stays quiet, hoping he will go away. Unfortunately, it's not that easy to get rid of Sherlock Holmes. Within moments Sherlock is picking the lock and entering her house. He sees her cowering in her kitchen and furrows his brow, confused.

"Molly..? I heard you were sick…what's wrong?"

"Sh-Sherlock you need to leave right now, I'm super contagious. You need to go, now."

"That's ridiculous, I have an exceptional immune system. Tell me what's wrong."

"Sherlock, go! NOW!"

He jumps a bit at her harsh tone, and she tears up. "Oh God, I-I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to snap at you I-I just…"

Sherlock comes closer and Molly can hear every beat of his heart and rush of his blood pumping through his arteries. Suddenly she is struck with a crushing hunger that can only hope to be controlled, and she smells the most delicious, desirable, mouth-watering scent coming from his veins.

"Sh-Sher…Sher..." Molly tries to back up more but her back hits the edge of her counter. She lets out a soft whimper and covers her mouth and nose. "Please…Sherlock, please leave!"

"Molly I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong with you."

Tears fall down her face and she gasps and groans in pain as her fangs grow out from her gums for the first time. Still covering her mouth she pants hard. "I-I can't…I can't tell you, but you need to go now!"

Sherlock swallows hard and his eyes widen. "M-Molly…your eyes…"

"Wh..what about them?"

"The…white of your eyes, they're blood red. Oh God what's happened to you?"

Molly covers her face and sobs softly. "Sherlock…I think I'm going to die."