There was clunks and clatters as the surviving members of Amelie's guard took Oliver off, hopefully to prison. Amelie had whisked me away to a small office, where we hadn't spoke in the last 10 minutes.
"Do you think I am?" I asked, unable to say the word now that the adreanline rush had worn off and reality of what I could be hit me. A vampire.
"There is no way for us to know quite yet. On one hand, you are not affected by the sun," Amelie sighs and shuffles some papers on her desk, "But if this is only the effects of vampire blood, then you should have 'crashed' a while ago".
I nod and look down. I couldn't go home now. I remember how it had been when Michael had turned into a vampire an imagined how I would feel, how I would cope, if it was me. Eve was nervous around him and Shane full out hated him. I couldn't deal with it, if they hated me. No, I can't tell them, not even Michael. I'll wait until I know I have full control before going to see them again. I could hide. They wouldn't have to know. That's assuming I actually am a vampire, of course. Maybe I won't be and everything will be normal. Even as I think it, I know I am deluding myself with lies.
Amelie gets up and leaves the room, she starts talking to someone. At first, I can't hear them, but then I remember that I could, if I wanted to. I focus my mind on figuring out what they're saying and I can hear them easily.
"She needs to be watched, we can't leave her on her own," Amelie.
"She can't go home either, she'd hate herself if she hurt them," Myrnin.
Who's she? Wait, are they talking about me? My non-beating heart jumped and flickered with pain. It's one think labelling myself as dangerous but it's one thing hearing other people agreeing with me. At least, I tell myself, they care about Shane, Eve and Michael. They'll be safe; that's what matters.
I walk over to the door and slam it open. Amelie and Myrnin look at me briefly before sharing a knowing look. Amelie puts her hands on my shoulders and I realise how bad I must look. First, I was nearly killed after being kidnapped for 3 days. Then, I was in hospital where I fell off a building which was followed by being staked with silver by a thousand year old vampire. Surely, I didn't look my best.
Amelie gave me a sad look, making me think that she might actually care about me, "Myrnin and I have agreed that it is in your best intrests for you to stay at the lab until we can figure out what to do with you,"
I nod and they look surprised. I guess they expected more of a fight from me, but to be completly honest, it's been a very long few days and right now, I don't want to do anything but cry and sleep. I've done enough fighting lately, both from Oliver and the rebels, and for my life. I'm not sure that I'll ever what to ever fight again.
I'm led out to a limousine and pushed into quickly. Amelie and Myrnin follow me in, guarding me. I get the feeling however, that they're not protecting me, they're protecting people from me. After all, I'm a monster now; one of the bad guys without wanting to be.
None of us talk on the way home. Or, at least, I don't. Amelie and Myrnin chattered away about science things and town funding and recent crimes, but nothing important. I didn't listen anyway. I just kept my head down, following the patterns off the floor and twiddling my thumbs.
Unconsciously, I find myself putting a hand to my throat. I can't breathe. All my air feels wispy and weak. Like something is sitting on my chest, holding me down, stealing the oxygen from my lungs. My throat is on fire, burning right down my chest. I blink bank tears. I haven't fed since I woke up this morning. I don't know exactly how vampires work or how much they drink, but I from Michael, that you have to drink everyday, at least when you're a newborn. This can't be good. I feel myself struggling, but Amelie and Myrnin don't notice.
Instead, they pull up outside of the alleyway and open the door for me. Myrnin pushes me out of the limousine with a hand on my back. I shiver at his light touch. I don't know whether it's because I'm extra sensitive right now or whether it's because it's him, which is something I can't afford to think about now.
My chest suddenly becomes heavier as I catch the scent: strawberries, sugar and liquor. A university student that has obviously gotten lost on her way home. She stumbles round clumsily. I panic instantly, fear washing over me. I can't breathe and my throat flares up again. I have to do something.
I only have a second to see Myrnin look at Amelie, wearing an expression that could only be described as shock and horror. He reaches out to grab me and hold me back but he only grabs the material of my t-shirt an get away from him. Amelie starts to run out of the limousine and towards me, but it's too late. I pin the girl down and bite into her neck instinctively, feeling euphoric as her life slips away when the red liquid trickles down my throat.