I was at the grill. I was sitting next my friends. They were talking about all kinds of stuff. I was talking with Nathan.

"Are you still hunting with your dad?" I asked.

He was a good hunter when I knew him.

"How's Emma?" I asked.

That's his sister. Last time I saw him, she wasn't a part of the hunting business yet.

"She's fine." He said.

"Is she hunting?" I asked.

"She's training right now." He said.

"I heard you have a girlfriend." I said.

"Yeah." He said.

"How long have you been seeing her?" I asked.

"We've been together for three years." He said.

I was well knackered. I have an interest in what was going on with him. I used to have a crush on him. I hope we can still be friends. I'll be disappointed if we can't. He's always been really nice. Then I went home.

Damon's POV Flashback

I went to visit her flat.

"Bi? Bi, you home?" I called.

"Bi?" I asked.

She wasn't anywhere anywhere around. I went upstairs to look for her. She was sitting on her bed. She was going through some stuff. The room was untidy. We haven't been talking.

"Bi, what are you doing in here?" I asked.

She was looking through a book. She didn't answer. I looked around the room. Pictures about war and violence were plastered all around the walls.

"Bianca." I said.

I knelt down in front of the bed. She laughed.

"What?" I asked.

She laughed again.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Found my porn stash." She said.

She smiled again. I was getting really worried. She needs help. I can't do this on my own.

"Bianca..." I said.

"To make it easier." She said.

She held a picture in her hand. She's starting not to make sense.

"Alright. What the fuck did you take because you're not making any sense?" I said.

"Easier to accept." She said as she moved around the pictures.

"Accept?" I asked.

"The end." She said.

"End. And what fucking end would that be?" I asked.

She looked me straight in the eye.

"Mine, Damon." She said.

I'm. She continued looking at the pictures. Eventually, she fell asleep. I looked after her. I circled the scar on her forehead. I tried to pass the time by doing all sorts of things. I was smoking a spliff. I looked in the refrigerator to see if there's any food. I made her some food and put it on the tray. I carried it to her room. I placed it on the bed side table. I opened the curtains so she would wake up.

"Alright?" I asked.

She poured vodka in her cereal. She giggled.

"Hunky-fucking dory." She said.

"Alright." I said.

"Maybe just calm it down a bit, yeah?" I said as I took the vodka away from her access.

She looked at me like she was kind of upset.

"I'm not the one grinding my teeth." She said.

"Both of us. For a bit." I said.

I know that her exams are coming up. She needs to be prepared.

"Or do you want to fuck up your A levels?" I asked.

She smiled. Then she pushed me down on the bed. She got on top of me.

"Hmm." She said.

She kissed me. I was totally confused. I slowly got up from under her.

"Bianca, please, just drop the dark shit, yeah?" I said.

"Hm." She said.

She got on top of me again.

"Bianca, Bianca, Bi, listen, right?" I said.

I got up from under her.

"OK, it's me. OK? Me." I said.

"And this is me." She said.

"Jesus, I thought we were happy." I said.

"Too fucking happy." She said.

"What, so you want to end it now? Is that what you're trying to say?" I asked.

"No." She said simply.

"It's gonna happen." She said.

"Why are you head-fucking me, Bi? Cos I can't handle it?" I asked.

"Better fuck off then." She said.

Is she being serious? I gave her exactly what she wants. I left her alone. I gave her some time to cool off a bit. I drove to her flat. She's been sending text messages telling me to come back. I ringed Bianca. The voice mail picked up.

Hey it's me whoever it is. So leave or whatever and leave a message.

"Oh come on, Bianca. Pick up." I said while driving.

I knocked on the door. No one answered. I went inside. I went upstairs. I knocked on her bedroom door. There was a banner on the wall that read goodbye.

"Come on, Bi. Let me in. I have to talk to you." I said while I was knocking on the door.

"Bianca, let me in please." I said.

"Bianca, can you open this fucking door?" I asked.

I tried to wiggle the door knob. Then I entered the room. The room was the same.

"Bianca?" I asked.

I paced the room a bit. No one was there.

"You didn't reply." She said.

I knew that voice. It was her voice. I couldn't see her. Then I looked under the bed. She was lying on the floor under the bed.

"I didn't want to be on my own." She said.

I laid down on the carpet to face her.

"Bianca, what the fuck is going on?" I asked.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"I'm sorry I shouted at you as well." I said.

She reached for my hand. I held her hand.

"I'm really taking a piss this time." I said.

"Yeah." She said.

"I thought that was me. I didn't know what it is. I know you're the only person I can trust." She said.

"Bianca, nothing bad is going to happen. I'm going to take care of you now. I promise." I said.

The next day came along. I went to her flat. Then I went to her room. She was asleep on her stomach. I knelt down on my knees. I moved her bottle of vodka to the bedside table.

"Rise and shine." I said.

She was being stubborn. She was trying to stay asleep. I got off my knees.

"OK. We're gonna stop this. This has to stop now." I said.

I turned her over so she was lying on her back. She slowly awoke from slumber. I sat down on the bed. She put her head on my shoulder.

"Come on." I said as I led her out of the room.

I led her to the loo. She sat on the toilet. I undressed her out of her clothes. I helped her get in the bath tub. I washed her. She put her hands through her hair. I helped her dress. I knelt down in front of her to put on her shoes. I looked up at her.

"All done." I said.

Then I led her back down to her room.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Much better. Thank you." She said.

"No problem." I said.

"Not just for this, Damon. For everything. I don't know what I would do if you weren't here." She said.

I kissed her. She kissed back. Then we were on the bed. I was on top of her. After that I went back to my house. I took out my laptop to do some research. I researched all types of depression. I think Bianca has psychotic depression. They were all kinds. My brother has depression. I went to her flat.

"Hi." She said as she wrapped her arms around me.

"We have to talk, OK?" I said.

"What about?" I asked.

Then I gestured her to sit with me.

"Sit with me." I said.

"Alright." She said as she sat down beside me.

"Is something wrong?" She asked.

"Tell me or I'll go mad." She said.

"Bianca, you're going away for a little a while. You're going somewhere where they can help you. I can't handle it. I can't do this on my own." I said.

She looked discouraged.

"You don't want me around anymore. That's it. You want me to go away." She said.

"It's not forever. It will be like a holiday. I'll come visit you everyday. It will be better. This will be a good thing. You can count on me. I promise." I said.

"You want to get rid of me. I know it. Just like my parents. People think I have it all together. But I don't. You're sending me to the looney bin." She said.

"Everything's going to be alright." I said.

"I can't go back there again. You can't make me." She said.

"What happened the last time you went to the hospital?" I asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." She said.

"That's fine." I said.

"You promised me that you'd take care of me." She said.

"I did. I promised that I'd take care of you and this is me keeping that promise." I said.

Then I took her to the mental hospital. I told the receptionist who Bianca was. I looked away for one second. She was no where to be found. She just disappeared. I looked everywhere. She could hurt herself. I don't know. I put my hands on both of my face in frustration. I ran to the toilets.

"No, no, no." I said.

The door was locked. I pushed the door with all my strength. It wouldn't budge. So I kicked the door. The door opened. She was sitting on the floor with her wrists slit. She's bleeding. She tried to take her own life. I got on the floor with her. I began to cry. I can't lose her.

"Bi." I cried.

I held on to her.

"Help! Someone help!" I cried.

I continued to cry and hold on to her. Then I took her to the hospital. I don't know what I would do if she didn't exist. I can't manage without her. I'm waiting room pacing. I sat near her.

"Go away." She said as she turned her head away from me.

Then one of the nurses escorted me out of the room. A few days went by without a word. Then the nurses told me she wanted to see me. I was sitting on a chair looking after her. She slowly woke up.

"Good. You're awake." I said.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Never better." She said.

"That's great." I said.

"This is me happy." She said.

She smiled. I haven't seen that smile in a while.

"Bianca, don't ever do that again. You scared the shit out of me." I said.

She didn't say anything.

"I can't manage without you." I said.

"I know." She said.

"I didn't mean what I said to you. I'm so stupid." She said.

"Shh. It's fine. We're together. We'll be together." I said.

I kissed her forehead. Then I laid down next to her. I didn't want her to go but it was the best thing for her. I'll miss her everyday. She's my whole world.

Paige's POV

I woke up in the morning. I was ready to start the day. I missed my friends. I saw Aria by her locker.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm doing well." She said.

"I figured." I said.

Then I saw the student body putting up posters that read "Homecoming princess voting" and "Class President".

"You should run for Year 11 president." She said.

"I don't know. That's not really my thing. Someone else will make a better one than me." I said.

"Don't be silly. You'll make a great president." She said.

"I guess I could give it a try." I said.

"That's going to be exciting. Are you excited?" She said.

"Yeah sure." I said.

I don't think I'd make a good president. I'll probably be a laughing stock. I just transferred to this high school. There's someone better for the job.

"I could be your campaign manager." She said.

I don't know what to say.

"Yeah sure." She said.

"We'll make posters after school. You'll win for sure." She said.

"Why don't you run for president? You seem interested in it." I said.

"I'm not the student government type. You have enough spunk to win. Everybody loves you." She said.

"No they don't." I said.

"You're just being modest. I think Nathan fanycys you." She said.

"No he doesn't." I said.

"Do you want to try that again?" She asked.

"It doesn't matter. He has a girlfriend." I said.

"I think he still fancies you." She said.

"It was just a crush, you twat." I said.

"You had a crush on him. I don't blame you. He's well fit." She said.

"I was thirteen, OK?" I said.

"OK. Suit yourself." She said.

"Oh come on. Don't be like that." I said.

"Alright. I'll see you later, yeah?" She said.

After School

Then I left school. My dad was in the garden gardening. My mum used to do that. Now my dad does it. I went beside him.

"I remember mum used to love gardening." I said.

My dad was by her side everyday when she was ill. He loved her that much. I wish I could've been there as well. I don't know why I didn't. I wish I could go back and be by her side.

"Yeah she did. What's wrong?" He said.

He doesn't like to talk about her. He always changes the subject.

"Aria's coming round." I said

I went inside the house. There was a knock on the door.

"Hi." I said.

"Hi." She said.

"Come on in." I said.

"You have a lovely home." She said.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm well." She said.

Montage of Decorating posters

Damon's POV

I'm going to the hospital to visit Bianca. I told the receptionist I was here. I went inside her room. She was awake.

"I knew you'd come." She said.

I kissed her. She kissed me back. I crawled on top of her. She wrapped her arms around me. I laid down next to her.

"I missed you." She said.

"I missed you too." I said.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Everything's great." She said.

I knew she was lying. She was having a hard time.

"Really?" I asked.

"No not really. I'm miserable here. It would be better if you were here. I wish you didn't have to go." She said.

I laughed.

"Have you made any friends?" I asked.

"I don't have any friends. I think I might." She said.

"What's her name?" I asked.

"Her name's Grace." She said.

"I'd like to meet her." I said.

"Maybe." She said.

Then the nurse came to tell me that visiting hours are over.

"I'll come back soon." I said.

"I'll be waiting." She said.

"I love you. You should know that." I said.

"I love you too." She said.

Later

I was feeding in an alley. I'm usually careful about these kind of things. I saw someone walk by the alley. I recognised the voice right away. It was Bianca and some voice I didn't recognise. I tried to think quickly and dispose of the body.

"Damon, what are you doing here?" She asked.

"Nothing I was just..." I said.

She told her mates to leave.

"Don't you dare lie to me." She said.

"Damon, we're close enough now. I deserve to know what's going on." She said.

"Don't panic. I need to tell you something." I said.

"You can tell me anything. I trust you." She said,

I don't like that she trusts me. I've broken hearts before. If I tell her what I am, she may never want to see me again. I don't want to lose her. I totally fucking love her. I took a deep breath.

"You aren't gay, are you?" She asked.

"No of course not." I said.

"What's going on?" She asked.

I didn't answer.

"What are you?!" She asked.

"I'm a vampire." I said.

"What? There's no such thing as vampires." She said.

"Yes they are. They're real. I'm one of them." I said.

"I don't believe you. Is this some kind of mind fuck?" She said.

"Yes I am and I can prove it." I said.

I ran as fast as I could.

"Now do you believe me?" I asked.

"I could break your body so fast you wouldn't even blink." I said as I moved closer to him.

She moved away from me. She looked scared. That's a look I've never seen on her before.

"I used to think you were like me attracted to the darkness. But Damon, you are the darkness." She said

"I shouldn't have come. From now on, stay away from me. I won't tell your secret. I can't be a part of this." She said.

Then she walked away from me.

Bianca's POV

I can't believe I let this go on for so long. I felt scared. I don't want to be scared. In the alley I felt utterly week like I needed someone to come in and rescue me. I hate that feeling. I want to feel stronger than that. In some twisted way, I was intrigued to find out about his secret. It sounds absolutely thrilling. You cab be anything you want to be. Live forever. I went back on the bus. My friend, Grace is sitting next to me. It was a film day where the patients go on a field trip to see a film at the cinema.

"What happened back there?" She asked.

"Oh nothing. I think we just broke up." I said.

"Really? Why?" She asked.

"I'm not talking about it." I said.

"Alright. Suit yourself." She said.

Then arrived at the mental hospital. I went to my room. I locked the door behind me. I put my hands on the side of my face in frustration. I grabbed my bottle of vodka in my hiding place. I took a swig of vodka. I went to lye down. I fell asleep. I woke up because I had a therapy session with my counselor, John Foster. I got dressed into a hospital gown. I put my hair in a high ponytail. I walked over to his room. I knocked on the door. He answered. He was middle aged. He had greying hair. He had piercing blue eyes.

"Bianca, it's good to see you." He said.

"Take a seat." He said.

I entered the room. I sat down.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"Nothing. My brother." I said.

"Something happened to him, didn't it?" He said.

"Lot's of things happened to him. He was born almost a month late. He won a poetry competition when he was eight, where he met Sarah Ferguson. He got the highest mark on the first year essay on history." I said.

I wanted to talk about the good stuff that happened to him. I know it's inevitable though.

"And somewhere in there. He was hit by a bus, nearly killed, right?" He said.

"Why that? Why not the good stuff?" I asked.

"Because I'm not interested in it." He said.

He leaned in closer to me.

"Tell me what happened to your brother, Bianca." He said.

"From the start." He said.

After the therapy session , I thought about what happened with Damon. I want him to be like him, so all the bad stuff can go away. They're paintings on the walls to help you feel calm. I knew one thing for certain, that it wasn't working. I was still upset. I walked through the garden to clear my head. I read my book. My mum's visiting me. She found a jumper on the table. I knew it was Damon's straight away.

"Who does this belong to?" She asked.

"It's Damon's." I said.

"What do you want me to do with it?" She asked.

"I'll keep it." I said.

She handed it to me. I smelt the material. It smelt just like him. I missed him. She helped me put it on. The therapy session continued. I finally got the courage to talk about the car crash. My eyes were closed for the exercise.

"There's a bus coming. Will doesn't see it. He's distracted. It hits him. It runs him over. He's in the gutter and he's bleeding. He looks dead." I said.

"Open your eyes." He said.

"Well done, Bianca." He said.

"It's taken you three weeks to tell me that story." He said.

I feel sick to my stomach like I want to vomit.

"How do you feel?" He asked.

"I feel awful." I said.

"I'd like to try something new. I want to close your eyes again." He said.

"Now imagine the bus never hit Will." He said.

I was confused.

"But it did hit him." I said.

"It's just an exercise." He said.

"Try to imagine it never happened." He said.

I closed my eyes.

"What do you see?" He asked.

"Will standing in the road. He's laughing." I said.

"Good." He said.

Then I left the room. I kept thinking about Damon and what he is. I have to make the bad things to go away. I have to be turned or I'll go mad.

Music

Arctic Monkeys-Florescent Adolescent

Stina nordenstam-fireworks

Sparklehouse-Hey, Joe

Sia-You've changed

Bonnie "Prince" Billy-Ebbe tide

Hope Sandoval and the warm inventions-Charlotte

Mikko Ekko-Who are you really?

Florence + machine-blinding