Okay, thanks for the reviews, here's the next installment in this awesomish story.

The fight scene between Alex and Mitchie and when they just stare and talk to each other after the fight was inspired by the song The Only Exception by Paramore.

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Mitchie's POV

I was a vampire.

And everything was so different.

The world seemed brighter and lighter.

The colors in the world had changed to so much more vibrant and powerful.

The clothes I wore felt softer against my skin.

Everything I touched seemed so fragile in my hands under the newly acquired strength I posessed.

I had a thirst in my throat that seemed to burn every single minute I was semi-alive.

But Alex didn't seem happy at all. She seemed out of it, like she was distant, or miles away in her mind.

She was quiet, not like her normal talkative self with me. She's barely said a word.

"Alex, are you okay?" I whisper to her. We lay side by side on the floor.

She just looks at me, nods tentively, and resumes staring at the ceiling.

I inspect the ceiling, trying to find something interesting or even minimally entertaining up there, but there was zilch.

I decide to leave her in her thoughts and ask her about it later when she warms up.

I take my hand and place it on her firm stomach. She twitches and watches me, eyebrows furrowed, as I pull my hand back and forth across her naked belly. My hand ventures farther across to her ribs on the other side of her and I use them as leverage to let me get closer. Shifting onto her torso was a difficult job since she kept trying to sit up, but I pushed her down and placed my head on her chest.

Laying on her soft, delicate skin was all I needed for me to float into a sort of sleep like daze, but when I woke up Alex was gone.

I sat up, covered myself with the blanket, and looked around the room. There's nothing to do here. I might just die of boredom if nothing else can kill me.

"Alex?" I shout, wanting to find her. I'm suddenly feeling lonely, and I can't handle it. What am I going to do?

My friends. I can go and see them. I agree with myself and jump up to Alex's room to retrieve some clothes.

I put on some black skinnies, a lacy bra, a g-string, a white revealing V-Neck and some black skateshoes that were in the far back of her closet.

I look at myself in the mirror and catch sight of my red-ish-orange-ish eyes. I look to the nightstand by her bed and catch sight of a pair of glasses. I slide them on my face and check myself out.

"Looking fine." I say then whistle to myself.

The weather was looking dark and gloomy. Perfect. I ran out the open window and jumped off the cliff. As I approached the ground, I had no clue what to do, but as if I has just jumped 5ft instead of 500ft my feet just landed on the ground as they would. It made the rock underneath me crumble and a sound crackening boom as I landed.

...xXx...

I had saw my friends in the local diner, and had finally decided to talk to them.

I opened the door, and walked up to my buddies.

"Hey guys." I say cheerfully. It's actually really nice to see them.

"OH MY GOD!" They screamed. I then had like 6 girls just run and jump on me and embrace me in a big group hug. It lasted for a while and each second was pure torture as the burn in my throat increased.

"We haven't seen you in like a week and a half! OMG! You look so good!" They all told me.

We really caught up, learning about all the latest gossip in the town and whose dating who. It didn't really matter to me, I had better things going on, but I needed some form of entertainment other than my sulking Alex.

"So then, like, why are you, like wearing sunglasses, like inside Mitchie?" One of my friends ask curiously.

I look at all of the girls. They are sat on the edges of their seats, leaning closer to know the answer.

"I went to the eye doctors. They gave me some drops and wearing sun glasses is a requirement." I lie.

"Really? Wow, are your eyes hurting?" Jessica asks me.

Nosy bitch. I've never really liked her.

"Yeah, stupid doctors." I laugh it off, but they seem unconvinced.

They kinda narrow their eyes at me, but I just smile and tilt my head away from them. I watch a waitress pass by with a really short skirt and a scantily clad shirt.

I didn't even notice, but I involentarily licked my lips.

She glanced over at me, and I gave her a flirtacious smile. She smiled back as she was walking and since we were staring at each other, she walked straight into a wall and fell to the floor.

I rushed to her help, ignoring the watching eyes of my vulture friends.

"Here, let me help you." I said as I pulled her up as gently as I could.

"Oh, hm, thanks." She was blushing and the blood was rushing faster in her veins.

"I'm Mitchie." I say and hold out my hand. She takes it while her other hand lifts to scratch her neck shyly. I smile at her actions. Mortals are adorable.

"I'm Gwen." She says, shaking my hand slowly while trying to peer past the vast darkness of my glasses.

"I hope your okay." I tell her. She nods and bites her lip while shuffling her feet.

"Yeah, it happens all the time." She's so cute.

"Your saying that a girl who is very interested in you, helps you when you fall, and then asks you when your break is so you can talk to her, happens all the time?" I ask her, smiling.

"I meant the wall." She says, motioning to the wall up and down. "But, I think this is a first. We can talk all you want, I get off in 5 minutes."

"I'll get you off." I flirt with her.

She giggles honestly and blushes like a tomatoe.

"You can try." She teases.

"I'll be waiting for you." I whisper in her ear.

I take her by the waist, kiss her cheek, and walk back to where my friends are.

"What the hell was that?" My friends ask.

"What was what?" I say and try to get comfortable in the seat.

"That girl is what's what! Do we have to remind you that your dating Alex!" They tell me.

"Hmm, oh yeah, Alex." I say and watch as Gwen grabs her coat from the wall hook and waves to me.

"Seeya guys. We'll talk later." I say and hop up as fast as I can to meet Gwen.

I take her hand and we walk out of the diner.

I have a special night planned.

...xXx...

Dinner and a movie went well. During dinner she took my hand and in the movie theatre I made my move and we just spent the rest of the time making out.

She was a nice girl. It was a shame really.

I dragged her behind the movie theatre and kissed her deeply. She responded by giggling, smiling and kissing back just the same.

She pulled back from the kiss, our lips making a smacking sound as she did, and looked at my face where my glasses had stayed the whole night.

She let her hands drag up my body and let them rest on my face. Her fingers curled around my sunglasses and I let them be taken off.

When she peered into my eyes she gasped and tried to step back but she was stopped by the wall that resided behind her.

"Your eyes..." She breathed out.

I just walked to her and kissed her. She was fighting and struggling against my grasp, but she wasn't ever getting out. I was like a solid wall to her.

Through her deep breathing I heard the word 'stop' being muffled out.

I kissed down her neck and took my first look at her pulse point. Her heartbeat was thumping through her neck. I nibbled it softly and felt my thirst burn with rage.

My fangs glided over her skin before I let them sink beneath her soft, mortal flesh. Every single one of my razor sharp teeth bit into her.

The first drop of her human blood landed on my tongue.

Power

Pleasure

Lust

Everything seemed like I was climaxing. It was amazing. I sucked the blood from her as hard as I could, wanting more and not ever getting enough.

But everything suddenly started to turn sour and wrong.

Rage

Anger

Uncontrollable

Lost

Hate

I pulled my teeth from beneath her skin and let her fall to the ground. She was bleeding immensely from the neck. The poor girl held tightly to her neck and groaned in pain over and over again.

Being completely clueless of what to do is a terrible feeling, and I was overwelmed by it right now.

I looked around. It was nothing but a picket fence on the outskirts of town back here.

Questions filled my overloading brain. Can I run? Should I run? Is Gwen going to die? Will everybody know it's me whose done this?

The worst question came to mind... What will Alex think of me?

The worst thing that could ever happen to me, happened.

I heard my name being called.

"Mitchie?"

I looked over to my right where Alex stared at me. She looked so hurt, so useless and powerless. Deep pain filled her eyes to the brim.

"Alex?" I whispered out.

Her eyes flickered between me and Gwen who was now only groaning every once and a while and was spread out on the floor.

"Mitchie Torres, look at me." Alex ordered. I did as she said. "Calm down. Go home and nowhere else. I will take care of this."

She looked at me one last time before zooming over to Gwen.

I could only stand and stare at her and feel regret and guilty.

"Go home Mitchie!" Alex shouted. She didn't even look at me when she said it.

The anger and authority in the tone of her voice made me run.

It made me run and run and run and never want to stop. I watched as my feet picked up pace until they got so fast they were just a blur. I looked up to see the trees blur behind me and the ground was almost never underneath my feet. It was like I was running on air.

I let my feet hit the ground and it spun me straight up into the air. The wind rushed past my face and blew my hair all over the place. The whole forest was in my view and when I peered back I could see the faint lights of the town.

I watched as the ground came close again. My body automatically twisted till my feet landed on the forest floor and I was running again.

Where are you going Mitch?

I heard my own brain order me to stop.

What the hell was I doing? I should just listen to Alex and go home. But then again i'm so sick of taking her orders. But when I think about it, she only has my safety and protection in her best interests.

I love her and i'm just letting this power overtake me.

She did save my life after all, many times in fact.

I shake my head at the irrational thoughts that swirl around in my brain.

My feet turn me around and guide me home.

Alex's POV

She's so stupid! I leave her for 10 minutes and she runs off! And now were left with this problem!

I pick up Gwen and run her to the hospital.

"Quick! I need help! She's been attacked by an animal!" I shout as soon as I run into the building. People jump up to help and they drag over a gurney which they help me place her on.

"She's really been mauled. Her corrautive attery is slowly bleeding out, it's a miracle she's still alive. Prep for surgery!" A male doctor shouts. They wheel her away and a nurse takes my arm and directs me into a room.

"Do you know what may have done this?" She asks me. She's jotting down quick notes on a notepad.

"I was just walking behind the movie theater with my friend cause I parked back there, and I heard some loud whimpering. When I looked around I found this girl, bleeding, and I immediatly took her here."

"Didn't you think to call 911?" Fuck off lady.

"Yes, we wanted to but neither of us had phones with us."

"Okay, well I see. Do you know anything about this girl that may help us identify her?" With the size of this town I would have thought that everybody knew everybody.

"No, i've never seen her before. I'm sorry."

"Okay, thank you."

The nurse walks away and I run from the building.

Now to deal with Mitchie.

...xXx...

I open the front door, and look around, but she's not home.

"Mitchie Torres, why can't you just listen to me?"

I turn around and punch the fridge in my anger. It breaks a big hole on the inside and I can hear a gas leak but I just ignore it and kick the stove. It too lets out a gas leak but I just keep kicking it till it looks like a squashed pop can.

A sudden thought hits me.

Home. When I said go home, maybe she went to her home.

I rush from the house and leave the now gas filling mansion.

...xXx...

I bust through her old upstairs window that i've used so many times and find her staring at her room, examining her trinkets and toys that's she collected over the years.

I can't take the silence.

"Do you know what you've done?" She flinches and turns around.

"I'm sorry." She whispers back and resumes looking at her items.

" 'I'm sorry' isn't gunna cut it! You could have killed that girl!" She really is stupid.

"I said i'm sorry! What else can I do?" An anger fills her eyes.

"You should have just stayed where you were! I was only outside and you went off running to where people are. You can't control yourself around humans as well as you can when your older!'

"Maybe I went out because I couldn't stand being around your sulking attitude! Your always being a downer Alex!"

I fell silent at her words. I do not 'sulk' and I am not a 'downer'.

"I'm not trying to be no fun, it's just that someone has to be responsible in this relationship!" She's always been childish. She gives me a small menacing smile.

She takes a couple minutes to breath and then she says it.

"They should have killed you after they raped you." She whispers.

She's dead. I'm going to kill her.

She's hit the one memory that still affects me.

Mitchie turns around to leave, but not without my fist that slams into the back of her skull. She hits the ground but is quickly back on her feet and slams me against the wall. I grab her by the throat, kick her back, lift her up and I plunge her body straight into the writing desk she had in her room.

It breaks into splinters with a burst of wood explosion. She lays on the floor, eyes closed.

I hope that puts her in her place.

I re-adjust my clothes and straighten out my hair yet i'm awakened by the senses of my smell. I smell vampire blood. I smell Mitchie's blood.

I look to her and see that part of the desk that she crushed is clearly sticking through her stomach.

"Mitchie?" I place my hand on her stomach and touch the wood. Her eyes beam open and she gasps. Her hands go instantaneously to her injury.

She lets out a scream of pain.

"Mitchie, calm down, deep breathes. I'm going to help you." She lets out another scream of pain. "Mitchie! Hold my hand, c'mon, i'm gunna make the pain go away."

She takes my hand and I give it a squeeze like I used to when she was nervous.

I lift her body slightly to see that the desk leg is nailed to the floor. She whimpers in pain at the movement.

How could I even do this to her?

"Don't worry babe, it's gunna be okay. Just look at me, look in my eyes."

I grab the wood and pull it up, attempting to remove it from her, but she screams in pain.

I look as she stares at me and her eyes start to flutter.

"No, don't you dare." I threaten her.

She just opens her eyes back up and fights against their closing.

I'm not gunna let her die.

I have to do something.

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