I've added a bit of humour to this chapter...kind of...to lighten things up after the past few chapters :D

Chapter Seventeen

Carlisle took a small torch from a drawer in the corner of the room, and rather than answer me, instructed, "Look here please,"

I watched his finger as he moved it from side to side, whilst the torch remained fixed on my eyes. He muttered something to himself about, "No change in the irises,"

Well, they're probably not the healthy violet colour they usually are...

"Carlisle, what's going on?" I demanded, as loud as my voice would allow. He now had his back to me, but I heard his sigh.

"You had venom in your system when I applied human blood."

I felt my face drop, "What!...You mean...I'm-"

"No, you're not a vampire. I'm relatively certain of that, but the venom has reacted with the human blood."

"Witch blood combats venom," I explained, not wanting to believe him. He nodded,

"I can only speculate without a sample, but from what I've seen of your progress, I think that your witch blood burnt away some of the venom before it caused too much of a transformation, but there wasn't enough to fight that and the human blood. If anything, I think the venom reacting with the human blood helped your recovery. It's certainly improved the strength of your skin," He said, gesturing at the broken needle.

I blew out a sigh of relief. The last thing I wanted was to be a vampire. "Now," Carlisle said, turning to me, "you need to sleep."

I grimaced, "Do I have to?"

"I'll apply medical force if necessary," He joked. I pursed my lips,

"Urgh, fine."

Despite my protests, I was in fact more tired than I'd thought, and as soon as I relaxed back onto the pillow, my mind slipped easily into the unconscious.

...

I spent many days like this, and often in my waking hours tried to work out exactly how long I'd spent in here over the past week. A ridiculously long time by any account. A few of the vampires visited me whilst I was still bedbound, and there was a particularly memorable visit from Emmett and Jasper. Now, I doubted what had happened would have happened if I'd had my mind together, but unfortunately for me, Carlisle had just changed my stitches and after a rather heavy dose of something suspiciously like morphine – I guess I needed a heavier dose of medication and anaesthetic than humans did – I was still a little...woozy. Emmett had done a weird kind of ninja-roll into the room after Carlisle had left, and Jasper had followed, a playful expression on his face that filled my slow mind with dread. "Whaah...are...you...dooing..." I'd asked, my mouth not fully-coordinated with my brain.

Emmett had, somehow, managed to find room on the bed with me, but I'd slid down towards him as it had creaked under his weight. "Hey, Morgana," His voice had been sickly-sweet, like a little girl.

Jasper had folded his hands behind his back, a crooked smile on his face, "Emmett wanted to perform...an experiment."

I'd felt my eyes narrow, "Whaah kine...of...experi...men..."

Jasper's eyes had narrowed in mischievous concentration, and I'd felt happy. Emmett had glared into my eyes, his face close to mine. Suddenly, his face had broken into a grin, and the feeling in me had grown past the morphine and I'd grinned back. "Whoa! Her eyes are like...lilac!"

Of course they were! I'd thought, my eyes turned lilac and bright when I was happy. And I was really happy!

"This is great! We should play a game!" I'd said, going to clutch Emmett's hand, instead missing him by about half a metre and knocking some medical equipment off of the table beside me, and I'd drunkenly glared at the table, "Owww...Jazzzzz...the table hit my hand..."

Emmett had started to bounce up and down, obviously excited at the prospect of a game with a seemingly intoxicated witch, and the bed had started to sag.

"Emmett," Jasper had warned, and I'd felt my happy feelings drain out of me, as Emmett's face had turned serious.

"What are you doing?" I'd asked, more serious than I just had been. I'd looked between the two boys, and tried to sit up.

"Do another one!" Emmett had commanded,

Jasper's eyes had turned focused again. I'd raised my eyebrow, "What on Earth are you doing?"

I'd wanted to smirk at him, but it had felt wrong. A deep, gnawing pain had begun to grow in my stomach. A numbing sadness growing and overcoming me. I'd felt tears in my eyes, and had hastened to wipe them away. What the Hell was wrong with me?

Emmett's cold, strong hands had grabbed my head and made me look at him.

"Not too hard, Emmett," Jasper had warned again,

"She's like a mood ring!" Emmett had cried, "You're eyes are light green now."

"Yeah, because I'm sad!" I'd cried, my voice taking on the slur again, as I'd tried to stem the flow of tears from my eyes. However, I could have gotten away with saying nothing, as the sadness had seeped away, just as the happiness had. Then I'd realized.

"Jasper!" I'd yelled, rounding on him, "Stop messing with me! I'm injured!"

He'd smirked, half at my warped voice, and half out of amusement at my situation, "You've done worse to us."

"So this is payback!" I'd cried,

He'd shrugged, "It was Emmett's idea. It was better than what he had planned – dares."

"Haha!" Emmett had guffawed, "You're eyes have gone from green to orange to red now! You're like a traffic light! This is so much fun!"

Before I could have screamed for Carlisle, Jasper had put his hand on my shoulder. I'd been immediately overcome with a dizzying sensation, followed by a heady rush of excitement. I'd started to leap out of bed, "Let's play dares!"

Emmett had given me a weird kind of bear hug, "Ah! I prefer you like this! You're eyes are all yellow! Jasper make her stay like this and she can pretend to be one of us forever!"

"Yay!" I'd squealed, and we'd both turned to Jasper.

He'd looked amused, but then he'd tightened his grip on my shoulder. "So, you'll want to be hungry as well then,"

My stomach seemed to have turned to lead. My head had dropped and my mouth had opened in a silent plea for food or drink. I'd looked up at him, a hungry, feral expression on my face. His eyes had widened at the black eyes I was sure he'd been facing. He'd released his grip.

My face had fallen, and a chill had run up my spine. I'd felt like there was something bad happening. "Jasper! We have to...I don't know...there's something bad here. Jasper, Emmett, please!" I'd started to panic, my voice no longer comical, and I'd grabbed Jasper's shirt.

Emmett had backed away from me, his expression for once not excited or happy...or pumped. In fact, he'd looked scared as he'd looked on at my own anxious, emerald eyes. Jasper had grabbed my arms, "Calm down, Morgana. This isn't real. I'm sorry. Shhh..."

"Jasper, no! Don't you...dare..." My eyes began to close as a smothering feeling of fatigue wrapped around my limbs, dragging me down onto the bed. Jasper lay me down, "Please...don't...we have to..."

My eyes had closed then, and I'd fallen into sleep.

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:O Jasper and Emmett were pretty cruel then, huh?

Oh well, the end is nigh my friends...are you ready!

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