I'm sorry I took so long to update :( I know it's such a typical excuse but I'm in year 11 and school has been wearing me down. I had no motivation to write whatsoever. But the good news is that I'm back and I have plenty of great ideas for upcoming chapters :D This chapter is a little bit longer to try and make up for no chapters for the last few weeks!

I tiptoe carefully past the mirror, trying desperately not to look into it. I can't resist though and I end up staring at my reflection for the hundredth time in the last 12 hours. I feel rage and betrayal burn up inside of me. I'm not wearing the dress any more, I'm wearing a set of pink and black pyjamas and my hair is up in a scraggly bun. But the difference I feel is more than superficial.

I'm the same girl saw yesterday. Well, I look the same at least. Same brown hair, same brown eyes. The same freckled face and the same petite build. But what I'm seeing right now - who I'm seeing, is something I've never seem before.

People tell me I'm pretty, although I've never believed them. I've always been shy, and quiet, and humble, and I've always had low self esteem, but never have I felt the strong self hatred that I feel right now.

Never have I saw myself as a monster.

I am a murderer. Not only that, but a double murderer. I had killed two people. Two daughters, friends, sisters, cousins, whatever they were, were gone. Because of me.

"You need to stop blaming yourself," I see his reflection before I hear his voice, "t's not your fault,"

I placed a hand weakly onto the mirror, tracing the pattern of my tears, "I killed them, how is it not my fault?"

"You're a vampire now," He tells me, "You just have to be patient with yourself,"

"Yeah?" I ask with a harsh undertone to my voice, "Well I didn't ask for this, did I?"

"No, you didn't, but it was this or death,"

"I'd rather be d-" Before I could finish, Myrnin rushed at me and pushed me up against the wall, slamming my back against it so hard that the room vibrated. He put a hand around my face, making me stare at him. I scowled at him angrily.

"Don't ever say that!" He hissed, "Don't threaten to leave me like everyone else!" I flinched at the anger in his voice. He'd never spoke to me like that before. He sounded so angry. Then I cringed at the pure hurt in his words. He had never been so open about his feelings before.

"I just hate hurting people," I cried.

"Do you think I don't know. Everyone I ever loved, I hurt," I felt a pang of guilt. Myrnin killed Ada. He loved her. I couldn't even begin to imagine his guilt.

"I'm sor-"

"Don't apologise to me, I'm not the one you're hurting," that was a lie, I knew that much,"Stop moping and do something about it, girl!"

"I will,"I nodded and he slowly let me go, looking into my eyes to decide if I was being serious or not. When he decided that I was, he leaned back and set me free. My hand went instinctively to my aching face and he sighed. Myrnin turned and grabbed something from the desk and threw it at me.

"You need to see this," he told me softly.

I turned the object over in my head. It was a newspaper.. Why had Myrnin given me a newspaper. I sat down on a stool and flipped it open to the cover. My heart sank as I read the headline, 'Morganville's latest on Team Vamp' with a picture of me with blood around my mouth from last night. I wanted to vomit but I couldn't help but turn the page.

Hello, Morganville citizens. If you attended the annual Morganville Founder's Ball, you might have noticed some important people acting strangely. Amelie Deveraux, the founder of Morganville, was reported to have been acting rustled and anxious. Myrnin Blaidd, also know as the crazy scientist who runs this town, was seen rushing around and trying to find something. But could it in fact, be someone he is looking for?

Last night, at around 11:45pm, Claire Danvers attacked, drained, and killed an innocent Morganville native, Meredith Sierra. Yes, you read that right. 'Innocent' Claire is on the vampire side now. Rumours are that she asked to be changed after arguing with Oliver, the town's ex-second-in-command. We don't have any evidence of this, of course, (although it is generally accepted as truth) but there is one thing we do know: Claire Danvers is a bloodsucking demon now like the rest of her friends. Michael Glass was last to be changed, then it was Claire. It is only a matter of time until we're all vampires. People! Keep your doors locked, put salt and garlic on your windows, keep silver chains around your neck. We are no longer safe.

Meredith Sierra was a beloved student at TPU and a wonderful-

I stopped reading and turned around to look at Myrnin. I could feel the horror in my eyes, as I'm sure he could. I was considered a danger to public now, was I?

"Someone turned you in," He told me simply, "Someone must have rang them and told them about you with the intent of hurting you, Amelie or myself," I stopped in my tracks. I hadn't considered that. But then again, people around here hated vampires, and I was one of them now. It was no surprise that they would try and bring me down.

"Who would do that?" I asked, sounding little and hurt.

Myrnin sighed, "I think you know," Shane. He was angry at me, sure, but he'd never purposely try and hurt me, would he? I wanted to believe in him, but a small part of my brain hesitated.

"No. He wouldn't do this?" I said firmly.

"Wouldn't he?" Myrnin asked challengingly, "He hates vampires more than anything and now you're a vampire. Do you seriously, think his love for you is stronger than his hate for vampires, you silly girl?"

I slumped down onto the sofa. Myrnin's words hit me hard. Did Shane really not love me anymore? A tear rolled down my cheek as I looked up at Myrnin, "Well, you didn't have to me so mean about it..."

"I just thought you should know," He sat down next to me, staring lovingly at me while I put my put my head into my hands and started to sob gently. Everything was falling apart. Myrnin put a hand on my back cautiously and when I didn't shake my off, he put his arm around me completely. I put my head onto his shoulder and pulled the blanket from the end of the sofa around us. I let tears roll silently down my cheeks as Myrnin stroked my gently. Eventually, the tears stopped but we didn't move. We just sat there silently, staring off into thin air, both of us thinking about the situation that we were in and what was going to happen if I never learnt any control.

I heard the whoosh of the portal before I actually saw Amelie. She was wearing grey sweatpants and a plain white, baggy t-shirt. Her hair was in a braid and she hadn't really bothered to make herself look presentable. I didn't complain though. Without all the posh clothes and spotless appearances, she looked nicer, friendlier.

That's when I remember how close Myrnin and I were sitting and how bad it must have looked. We both jumped up simultaneously, launching off the sofa and standing up straight. Amelie raised an eyebrow and had a ghost of a smile of her lips, but didn't say anything about it.

"I suppose you saw the newspaper this morning?" She asked.

"I did, Ma'am," I replied, standing up straight.

"I need to talk to you about it. Meredith was protected, which means that legally, you have committed a crime," Amelie starts, "However, due to the nature of your circumstances, I have agreed, much to the unhappiness of the Morganville citizens, that you are not guilty and that you do not need a trial."

I paused for a few seconds. I'd never thought of it that way. Of course, I knew I was a murderer, but I didn't think about whether there would be any official punishment for me. I guess that I just assumed that there wouldn't be. It was a rare occurrence in Morganville for a vampire to be punished for killing a human. Back when I was human myself, I thought it was disgraceful and unfair. Now I started to wonder, though, what was wrong with all the other vampires. Did they have control problems too, is that the real reason they were never charged.

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said, bowing my head politely.

"Don't thank me yet, Claire," my head snapped up, "You must learn control otherwise I will be forced to take measure that I would rather not take. I thought briefly about this and I believe that you may have some family history relating to this problem and I think that there is a book that will help you find what you need,"

With that, Amelie turned and swept dramatically out of the room. Myrnin and I stood in silence for a seconds, staring at the portal that she had just left. Then we turned to look at each other, searching with our eyes. Basically, Amelie had just told me what we needed to do to fix all my problems. It was simple really: find the book.