I, of course, own nothing.

The pain. It was nearly impossible. I screamed again, my throat raw. It was dry. "Put it out! Make it stop! Let me die! Please!" I screamed. I had the sense to know that I was on a table, in a house, some where. I din't know where. The last thing I remember was a huge explosion as I assumed though a think head that it was my truck. And the pain. Of course there was the pain. I resolved to no longer scream, and began counting my ragged breaths. It felt as though time were standing still, though the pain increased. However, time passes. even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. even for me.

In and out. In and out.

6,845,555 breaths later, I felt cool hands running the length of my body.

"What are you doing?" I heard a deep voice demand.

"Calm yourself, Matthew, I am merely checking to make sure she has no other grave lesions."

Matthew. The name of my vampire attacker. Matthew. It's a nice name, I vaguely thought to myself. Then, I faded again.

I began counting again, breathing deeper and slower. I had counted 123,958 breaths later when the pain too slowly dwindled from my toes. the relief crept up my legs, past my knees. After another 89 and one-half breaths, the pain was at my navel. Thirteen breaths later, it was below my sternum. Twenty-three breaths later, it passed from the top of my head to the botom of my chin, where the pain seemed to be racing to see which end could reach my heart the fastest. Then, in one last excrutiating second, it lurched to my heart, where I screamed and arched my back off of the table. I knew it was over. I could open my eyes. When I did, I also sensed there was in the room, three other beings. Friendly? I knew not.

But, oh, when I opened my eyes, it was as though I had never really seen. I could see all the spectrum, including colors I had no name for. I could see the brush strokes in the light beige paint of ceiling, and the navy blue pinstripes in the darker beige wall. The room was very matched. I could tell I was exactly 2.7665 feet off of the ground, and I could sense the rips in the denim of the jeans I was currently wearing. I knew there was two 3.776 inch gaps in my shirt, and thee 1.23 inch gashes in the shoulder section. I assumed this was from writhing on the forest floor with the sharp, unforgiving branches on the soft human skin I no longer had. My had cam up to trace the mark that was left by my attackers teeth. My hand, of it's own accord traced the spot where James teeth had months ago left an angry mark that... He... had o suffer through sucking my blood clean of the changing venom.

All of this happen in less than twenty seconds. I sensed one of the vampres stand, and I was off of the table where I was lying and into a corner in less than a second. My teeth bared, a ferocious snarl grumbling from my mouth, crouch into a threatening postion. He raised his hands, and took a step away.

"My name is Peter. I will not harm you. These are my sons, Matthew and Bryan. We travel together." He motioned to each of the boys, more men than boys, I supposed, as he said their names. Matthew was the one who had attacked me. He also stood up, and touched Peter's shoulder.

"She knows what we are. She knows we are not... the usual brand, shall I say, of vampires. She noticed my eyes. I know not how she knows, though."

The one called Bryan brought a mirror to me.

"I thought you might like to see how you look. Uh.. Peter also has some clothes for you--- we thought you might want to change. If you make a list, we can o shopping for you. You can't be around humans-" He bgan, but I cut him off.

"I know I can't be around humans. I know you are vampires. I know Matthew attacked me, and now I am 'cursed' to live forever. I know I can drink animal blood I know all this!" I was yelling at the end. The my voice dropped dramatically. "i don't understand why you didn't just kill me though. It would have been better for everyone."

They all gasped. "Why would you say that?" Matthew asked.

"Let's just say I have a history with vampires." I said wryly.

"Tell us?" Peter asked, at first I thought it was a command, but .555443 seconds later, I realized there was a question in his voice.

"Well..." I began.

Cliffie! Well, that is three chapters in one day. So I am going to go eat my pizza and watch Prince Caspian. Please review!