Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Moonlight, anything that occurs in this fanfic from the show, or any of its characters. I do, however, own this plot. Yayz!

Rory awoke suddenly. Fear and adrenaline pumped through her as she looked around the unfamiliar room. She threw back the covers to find that she was not wearing the clothes she had been wearing last night, but a man's long-sleeved button-up shirt. She saw that the room led off into a bathroom and quickly ran in, shutting and locking the door behind her. Terrified and utterly confused, he leaned back against the door, closed her eyes, and tried to steady her breathing. When she opened her eyes again, she caught sight of her clothes, and was horrified to realize that they were covered in blood. But whose blood? Suddenly, she became painfully aware of a strange scent in the room. It was unlike any she had ever encountered before. It was somehow different, and it stirred something deep within her. It was as though she did not smell a scent, but rather an emotion. Fear. Adrenaline. Anger. Excitement. And something she couldn't quite distinguish. This scent did not trigger an emotional response. It was as though she smelled an animal, perhaps even some sort of distinguished human scent. Memories of last night came flooding back in bits and pieces…

She was running down a dark street, aware of someone chasing her. Suddenly he was in front of her, grabbing her and pinning her against a nearby brick wall. She feared she was going to die as an insane look overtook his once charming eyes. Suddenly, his canine teeth elongated into fangs, his dark eyes now white. He sunk his teeth into her neck. It was excruciatingly painful at first, but as her blood flowed out of her neck she became numb. Soon she felt nothing at all, except for the feeling that she was spiraling into oblivion. She was only slightly aware when a thick, warm, metallic-tasting substance was poured into her mouth and down her throat, and she heard someone yell before everything went dark…

She was startled from her flashback by a sudden knock at the bedroom door. When she did not answer, it opened and she heard footsteps in the room. They paused, before making their way to the bathroom door and knocking. She remained silent as they paused, and restrained the urge to scream, as there came a knock. A woman's voice came from behind it.

"Hello? Are you in there?" When Rory did not reply, the kind-sounding voice said, "I know you're wondering where you are and how you got here. I'm Beth. When you come out of there, I'll explain everything." With that, the woman named Beth's footsteps disappeared. Rory remained where she was; utterly terrified from everything that had happened. She looked at her own scared-looking reflection and did a double take. She pulled the collar of the shirt down so that she could examine her neck more closely. Where she had been bitten only last night, where there should be a fresh wound, there was nothing. It was as though none of it had happened. She began to wonder herself, began to question her own sanity. Were it not for the fact that her clothes were covered in blood, she might have just dismissed this all as a bad dream.

Rory's curiosity overpowering her current state of fear and confusion, along with the fact that she knew she couldn't stay in here forever, and that she had to get home, made her unlock the door and, after putting on her bloodstained clothes, slowly and cautiously exited the bathroom. The door to the room in which she was sleeping also happened to be closed. Taking a breath, she opened the door. Walking downstairs she was met by a man and a woman. The woman, who she assumed was Beth, was of average height, blond, and had blue eyes. She was wearing black pants and a black sweater, and was holding a black coffee mug. She smiled comfortingly at Rory. The man was tall, with dark hair and light blue-green eyes. He stood with his arms crossed leaning against the kitchen counter he was wearing jeans and a white long-sleeved shirt.

He let out a breath before saying, "We need to talk. About what happened." Rory looked at him, slightly afraid, yet eager for him to fill in the blanks. He went on. "Last night," he began, "you were attacked. You were brought here by a man who had chased off your attacker." He paused. "The man who attacked you…he was a vampire. Apparently, he'd had his eye on you for a while, because he turned you."

"Mick!" Beth said, looking at him as tough he was being insensitive.

"What?" Mick countered defensively.

"Don't you think his is a bit much for her to take in all at once?"

"Well how else do you break it to someone that they've just become a vampire?"

Rory broke in. "You're joking, right? This is all some sort of practical joke." She looked from Beth to Mick. Neither met her gaze. "You know what? I'm leaving!" With that, she began walking toward the door.

"Wait!" Said Mick, rushing at super-speed to block the door. Rory was startled and let out a scream. She turned and looked around, desperately hoping for some sort of escape. There was no way out other than the door. Mick, seeing that she was panicking, said, "Haven't you been feeling strange this morning? Able to hear and smell things you couldn't before? Impossible things?" Rory paused, thinking of earlier in the bathroom. She looked at Mick, and then at Beth, as though desperately hoping that this was all just some horrible dream. Seeing his chance, Mick added, "Aren't you wondering why there's not a mark on your neck?"

Rory realized at that moment that he was right. She was utterly terrified and confused, and, she noticed, she could hear the sound of a heartbeat. It rang loudly in her ears, and she found herself eagerly anticipating every beat. She felt an unquenchable thirst. Looking back and forth from Mick to Beth, she stood there. Mick decided it was safe to step away from the door, and opened the fridge, pouring a thick, red substance into a cup. "Here, drink this." He said as he handed it to Rory, who stared at it. It smelled appetizing. She looked at Mick once more before drinking. The intense thirst she only just realized she'd felt went away the moment the liquid had touched her lips. She drank the whole glass down in a few gulps. Still tasting the sweet texture and slightly coppery taste of whatever she had just consumed in her mouth, she handed the empty glass back to Mick.

"What was that?" She asked. Mick hesitated for a moment before replying.

"Blood."

"What?!" Rory asked, looking horrified at the thought. Mick let out a breath.

"That's part of the package deal. You need it to survive."

Rory stared, still unbelieving. It had to be a dream. Any moment now, she would wake up in her apartment with a nasty hangover, with Lucky meowing in her ear to get up and feed him. She sank down, feeling weak, into a nearby chair, staring into space. This wasn't happening. This couldn't possibly be happening.

As she sat there, numb, Mick spent the afternoon explaining to Rory the ins and outs of being a vampire; the heightened senses, the need for blood, the fact that too much direct sunlight was harmful, while Beth, who had taken the day off from BuzzWire, sat and added encouragement. Rory just sat there, trying to wrap her mind around it all, part of her still not believing. But she wasn't waking up. And as the day wore on, her hope that it was all just a dream faded, and she was left with the cold, hard reality that she was a vampire.

AN: I realize that Rory acceped the fact that she was a vampire rather quickly, but I needed it that way so I could continue with my storyline. Bear with me. I'll try to write the next chapter ASAP. And hopefully it'll be a bit longer. Thanks for reading. Luvz, Cat.