When Eleanor opened her eyes, she was no longer human. She was something different; she could feel it in her bones. She sat up from the bed she was resting upon, hearing every small movement everything made – the dust particles settling on the floor, the birds singing, planes flying off in the distance and the occasional heartbeat of a passer-by. Everything.

Frowning, she placed a hand on her cheek and instead of feeling the usual small bumps of her teenage acne; she felt nothing but smooth skin. Almost running towards the long mirror that hung on the wall, Eleanor looked at herself in the mirror and a pale skinned and red eyed woman stared back at her. That was when she screamed so loud, the mirror started to crack and broke almost as if it was made of paper. She heard the sound of running behind her and the man she had seen at the night of the party came out behind her, his eyes like hers. "What did you do to me?" She practically screamed at him.

He remained calm with a slight smile on his lips, his hands folding over his chest as if he was teaching someone how to fish instead of calming down a hysterical Eleanor. "I made you into something most men can only dream of."

Eleanor looked between him and her refection in the mirror, her hand resting upon her neck as she took a deep breath. "What if I wanted to stay the way I was?"

"What? A weak and pathetic human; a girl who was crying over her boyfriend cheating on her over summer break? Not anymore. You, my friend, are the perfect killing machine, and with my help, you will become unstoppable. Don't worry; I'll let you get your revenge soon."

"Revenge? What the hell are you talking about? I want to go home!"

"And you will, in time. But first, you need to feed; I can imagine you must be thirsty."

Once her creator mentioned thirst, Eleanor became aware of how much her throat burned and ached for something to quench her thirst, she nodded as she slowly made her way towards him – hoping he'd give her a glass of water or maybe even a soda but instead he handed her a full glass of what seemed to be blood. Shaking her head, Eleanor frowned. "I'm not drinking that shit; don't you have something normal like water or coke?"

He laughed, handing her the glass and moved to stand beside her. "Trust me; you'd prefer this than any can of coke."

Eleanor held the glass in a shaky hand, looking at her creator before taking the smallest sip of blood she could. As soon as the blood reached her lips, she instantly craved more. It tasted sweet, like candy but had the slightly bitter aftertaste like beer did. Before she realised it, she had downed the entire glass and placed it on the side. He was right; she did prefer it over a can of coke.

"How do you feel?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest as he kept a close eye on his new friend.

She took a while to answer his question, but she finally answered him, her gaze locking with his. "I've never felt more alive."

~#~

The red Maserati Spyder arrived in the school parking lot, the music blaring from the stereo. Eleanor turned to her creator, her eyebrow rising slightly as she kept a hand on her handbag. "Go on, Ellie. School can't wait forever, I'll pick you up after school and we can start your plan for revenge, okay?"

Eleanor narrowed her eyes before opening her door and climbing out of the car, moving her sunglasses into her handbag. "I'll see you later and please don't be late. I'll be out here once school is over." She gave him one last look before she decided to walk into the building.

She was nervous, of course. She hadn't seen her friends in what she assumed were a few days – possibly weeks – and yet she was supposed to go into school like nothing was wrong and everything was back to normal. But nothing was normal, nothing would ever be normal again and she knew it. She wanted to tell her friends everything but she didn't; she decided to head out on her own and start her own clique – and with her new look, it wouldn't be so hard to achieve.

"She's back!" Someone shouted, running through the hallway and alerting everyone in their sights. "Eleanor's back. I repeat; she's back, Eleanor Weinstein is back." They continued down the hallway and into another, making sure everyone in school knew that she was back after her almost two week disappearance.

Everyone held their breath as they heard the sound of a heeled boot hit the floor, the hallway falling completely silent as Eleanor made her way through it. Her dark hair flowing around her shoulders perfectly, her skin as pale as snow but that just made her look even more flawless, her eyes were darker, too, fixing onto various people before moving them away to focus on the wall ahead of her. Her lips were as dark as the blood that no longer ran through her veins, making them stand out against her pale skin.

Her new leather cheerleading uniform hugged her body in all the right places, looking like something she was born to wear. Instead of the old red and long cheerleading uniform, it was replaced with tight fitting black uniform that left little to the imagination. A crop top that was almost too tight for her chest, a skirt that barely covered her ass and boots that came up to just below her knees.

She walked straight past her fellow cheerleaders and friends, flipping her hair away as she did, never once acknowledging their existence, almost as if they weren't there. And almost as soon as she arrived; she had disappeared down the hallway, leaving everyone completely spellbound at how Eleanor had changed since the night of the party – that had seemed a lifetime away.

"Wow," was all Allison could say as she leaned against her locker, keeping a firm grip on her folders as she stared blankly at the floor. "Those aren't even the correct colors for our team."

Charlotte placed her folders into her locker, looking over towards Allison. "I don't think she cares, Allie. She didn't even look at us; I think that proves that she's over with us. But something's up, and I demand to know what it is."

Rebecca looked at her sister then at Allison. "Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, she hasn't been around us for almost two weeks and yet you just want to get up in her face and demand to know why she hasn't called or texted? I don't think that's such a good idea, in my opinion."

"For once, I agree with Becky. We wait until she makes the first move, then we decide on what happens next." Allison nodded, turning towards Rebecca. "But until then, Becky, you're officially part of our squad now. You will replace Ellie until further notice, and please don't let us down. We're counting on you to carry on the traditions of our group."