THE TURNING POINT

Ariana POV:

As I woke up, I thought for a moment that everything was okay. That my parents were still here. That I would go to school happy. That I wasn't heartbroken...

Still half-asleep, I put on a pair of red jeans, burgundy long-sleeved shirt, a black leather jacket and boots, and some gold jewelry. I pondered on whether or not I should wear the vervain necklace, and decided to keep it on. I didn't need any other vampires compelling me, if I were to ever see any more.

As I combed my hair in the bathroom, I looked through Jeremy's open door. A pencil was in his hand, and he was sketching something on his sketch pad. I smiled. It'd been a long time since he had stopped drawing, and I was elated to see him start again.

After placing a gold clip through my wavy dark hair, I walked down the stairs, and saw Jenna coming towards me. "Hey, Jenna." I smiled, "Jeremy's got his sketch book out."

"You're kidding?" Jenna asked in disbelief.

I shook my head. "I'm not. But, I'm also glad that he's starting to draw again. He hasn't since...you know."

Jenna needed no explanation, she knew what was referring to, "Well, let's not encourage him, or he'll put it away."

I laughed, but my smile faded once I checked my phone. I had a few messages, most of them from friends, but not one was from Stefan.

Jenna caught my look, and questioned, "You and Stefan?"

I looked at her sadly, and shrugged. "He's leaving, moving away."

"That's terrible," Jenna said, hugging me. I leaned against her, seeking comfort, "Do you know where he's going?"

I shook my head, "There's no point. He's made it pretty clear that he's not gonna be able to see me again." Jenna plucked her jacket off of the couch, and followed me out the front door. She closed the door behind us, as we walked across our house's walkway.

"Don't worry," Jenna smiled, encouragingly, "I'm sure you'll have plenty of rebounds."

I laughed, and said, "That's not the point, Jenna,"

"Yeah, well, yours leaves, mine returns." She said, now cynical.

I looked at her questioningly for a few moments, before I finally caught on, "Logan?" I asked.

"Yep, he's back." She clipped. I half-groaned. Logan always played with Jenna's heart, which I found to be really rude and annoying. Jenna deserved better. "I didn't let him pass the front door. Next time I'll slam the door in his face again, but harder."

I laughed, then teased, "Again?"

"Let me rephrase," She pointed out, and I smiled, "No. More. Logan. 'Scum'. Fell."

"Exactly," I agreed.

Once I got to school, I met up with Bonnie. We walked into the hallway, and I couldn't believe my eyes at what I saw. Matt and Caroline were walking together, and laughing. Hmm, strange. I didn't know that they liked each other, and they never hung out, not unless I was there. It was actually nice to see Matt moving on, at least, that's what I told myself.

"They've been hanging out." Bonnie emphasized to me.

"It's kinda weird, but," I shrugged, "Who am I to judge." I lost sight of Matt and Caroline as they disappeared into a classroom.

"Yeah, she needs someone nice like him, as opposed to a homicidal vampire like Damon." She said.

I sighed, "How are you doing with all that? Are you okay?" I asked. Damon had attacked her, and in doing so, I worried whether or not I should've been more careful with her.

"I'm freaked out." Bonnie answered, "Damon attacked me. I could be dead right now. But I'm also grateful. To Stefan. He saved my life and... Have you seen him?"

I sighed. Once I heard her say Stefan, my mood just turned from a "slightly fine", to a.. "not so fine". Looking to put off her question, I spotted my locker and dialed the combination. After it popped open, I took off my jacket, and stuffed it in, pulling out my textbooks at the same time.

Knowing that I couldn't stall any longer, I turned to Bonnie, and replied, "I haven't seen him since that night."

"Do you think he'll say goodbye?" She asked me, softly.

I just shook my head and shrugged, "I don't know. He's trying to make a clean break. I've already tried pleading with him. But... I'm not going to be selfish. Him leaving is his choice to make, not mine."

Bonnie was silent for a few seconds, as if she didn't dare to speak. Perhaps my words came out harder than I had intended. I was about to apologize, when she broke the awkwardness, "Maybe it's for the best," I gave her a sideways look, and she continued. "I mean, what kind of future could you have had with him, even if he stayed."

I guess she was right. He was a vampire after all, I was a human. Unless I was to... transition, then we wouldn't be able to be together. Could I do it? For him? Become a vampire, possibly kill a bunch of people, just so that I could be together with him, forever? No. That was wrong. It was selfish, and many people would be hurt. I wasn't paying attention, so I jumped a bit when something dropped on me. It was a banner. On it, said, "The Promise of your Future."

I looked to Bonnie, and she put her hands up in defense, "I didn't do it, swear."

Sighing, I gave the banner back to the guy who dropped it, and walked to my classroom. Something told me, that the day wasn't gonna be an ordinary one. With the career night coming up tonight, something was bound to happen.

After school, I talked to a girl from my last period. She was nice, and it was good to just talk to someone, even f I couldn't actually tell them what my problem was. "See you later." I told the girl, once we reached the front of the school. Her house was in the opposite direction mine was in.

"Bye,"

"Bye," I waved. Turning around, I abruptly stopped, when I saw the person sitting on the table. I got a sense of deja vu before I started smiling a bit. I was shocked, but I had to admit, that I was happy seeing him there, in front of me, and smiling back.

"Hi," Stefan said, standing up from the table, and taking a step closer to me. "We need to talk,"

I nodded, even though I knew that those were the last words I ever wanted to hear. Was he here to say goodbye? Was he leaving? Questions...questions...questions...

There was a new vampire in town, and he had already killed a person. My guess was that the reason Stefan was still here, was because of this vampire. He wanted to make sure Mystic Falls was safe from harm, before he left. Stefan and I sat back on the table, discussing the situation.

"Do you have any idea who it could be?" I asked him, concerned.

"None," he replied, "But it must be somebody new because leaving a body like that, they're either sloppy or they're trying to send a message." I didn't exactly feel thrilled listening to Stefan talk about a vampire leaving dead bodies, but it was important. I wanted to be sure that this town was safe, because, it was filled with the people whom I loved and cared about. Why would there be a new vampire? And how?

"Do you think that Damon may have turned this new vampire?" I asked.

"I'm never sure about Damon, but he's trying to keep a low profile." Stefan explained, "So it doesn't make any sense to me."

I nodded. Since when did Damon care whether or not he kept a low profile? "What are we going to do?"

He raised his eyebrows at me, and he even smirked a bit, "We are not going to do anything. Damon and I will handle this. In fact, he's tracking the vampire right now."

I frowned, "You guys will be safe, right?" I asked.

His grin widened, "Whoever this vampire is, he must be a lot younger than us, meaning, that he's not as strong. We'll be fine." He stood up, and looked me in the eye, completely serious. His voice lowered, "I want you to be extremely careful. Don't invite any strangers in, and never be alone."

I looked to the ground. Every time he talked like that, showing me how much he cared, the pain of him leaving, grew. "When I saw you..." I admitted, "I thought you were coming to say goodbye," I looked back up to him.

"Not yet." He said. His reply didn't exactly make me feel any better. At least I knew I'd be safe until he actually left. Whoever this vampire was, he better not be killing any more people.

Tonight was career night. I took my car to school, and saw many students and their parents scattered across the hallways. After about an hour of wandering from place to place, and talking with some of my classmates, I stopped at a station that brought back memories. Pictures of space shuttles, the moon, and the planets in the solar system were stuck to the wall. As if on cue, Matt showed up beside me.

"Hey, Matt," I smiled at him, "Still wanna be an astronaut?"

He laughed, "I can't believe you remember that."

I smirked, recalling another memory, "I can remember the tinfoil that you wore on your head. Your hair almost caught on fire when you stood in the sun."

Matt grinned, "I was eight." He defended.

I smiled back, and changed the subject, "How are you doing?" I hoped he was okay, he seemed happy this morning when he talked to Caroline.

"I've had it easier," he answered, "You? I heard some things. So it's true that you and Stefan..."

I sighed, and suddenly became very fascinated by the pictures on the table. It was just an excuse for not looking him in the eyes. "Yeah..." I confirmed sadly. Trying to erase the look of sorry on Matt's face, I teased him, "What about you, Matt Donovan? You and Caroline."

Matt smiled and rolled his eyes, "Not you too. We're just friends." I raised my eyebrows. "Just friends"? "It's not a big deal." he continued.

"You know, Matt," I started, trying to break the strange air between us, "If you like Caroline, you don't need me too-"

"Look, Ariana." He stared intensely into my eyes, capturing me with his sea-blue eyes. "It's not like that with Caroline. She's not the one I want..." He glanced at the floor, then back to me, willing me to understand.

I took a deep, ragged breath and looked away from him. I wish that I wasn't able to interpret the meaning of what he was saying. It was too much. Matt deserved to be happy, and if he gave Caroline a chance... maybe, something could happen. Looking to my left, I saw Stefan standing there, looking, well, kinda jealous. We locked eyes, and a silent understanding thought was passed between us. I glanced back at Matt, to see him glaring slightly at Stefan. I sighed.

I left Matt after that, not knowing what else to say to him. He gave me a slight look of betrayal before I disappeared down the hallway of the school, Stefan following me. I finally just got annoyed and turned around to face him. We leaned against the wall, and with my eyes, I gestured for him to say what he wanted to say.

"I'm looking out for you," He started, "Hope that's okay."

I looked at him, and said, "You know... you don't have to look out for me. It's not your job."

He smiled a bit, "It's not. But, I need to know that you're safe."

I couldn't muster up a comeback. Instead, I walked towards the career tables next to us, not paying attention to what career was on the pamphlets.

"You know, I wanted to be a doctor before everything happened, but, uh, then I couldn't, cause..." He didn't need to finish that sentence. I knew what he was talking about: blood. To be a doctor, it's probably best not to be a vampire who loses control at the sight of blood. I nodded to Stefan, implying that I understood. He looked relieved, and then continued, "I've dabbled in a bunch of different things, though, too."

"Did you love anything enough to stick to it?" I asked, moving to the next tabled filled with another career. Stefan followed me.

He responded, "No I - I loved it all." I smiled, "I just - I had to move on before anybody could notice that... I wasn't getting any... older."

That must have been tough, having to always move around and leave the people he'd met. Like he was leaving me. Hesitantly, I asked, "How...how long before you'd have to ... leave."

"Few years, usually. Sometimes shorter." He replied. So, even if he was to stay for a bit longer, eventually, he'd still have to leave me. I sighed, meet the guy of your dreams, just to have him go too soon. Awesome. Stefan must have caught my look, because he tried changing the subject, "What about you? What are your plans for the future?"

I looked away from him, fighting back tears. How could he ask me that question? How could I decide what I would want for the future, if he wasn't in it. "Stefan..." I started, "I - I'm not sure I can answer that question. It - it hurts to talk about... my future, if you're not gonna be in it."

Stefan gave me a look of sorrow, but before he could start talking again, Jenna came up to us. "Hide me." She said.

Pushing aside my sadness, I looked at her strangely, "What's going on?"

"The scum Fell has landed." She replied. Ah, Logan. The guy who dumped her.

"Logan's here?" I asked her. After all the guy did to her, you'd expect him to at least be partially polite. But no. He had to show up and make Jenna feel bad.

Stefan suddenly joined the conversation, by asking, "Wait, Logan Fell?" Jenna and I nodded, confused. He abruptly walked out of the "room" and into the hall. Jenna and I followed Stefan and his gaze. Logan was there, talking to other students. He turned slightly, and gave an almost mocking wave to Stefan. What was that about?

Before I could ask Stefan what was happening, Logan strolled over to us, but, he seemed different. His strides were more predatory, more like "I'm the king of the world" kinda strides. The look on his face unnerved me, as if... as if he was deciding which one of us he should kill. He turned his bizarre gaze on Jenna, who was beside me, and asked, "Jenna, are you dodging me?"

"It's a form of self-preservation." Was her comeback.

Stefan was tense on my other side, looking at Logan half-glaringly, and half-warylingly. "Um, Ariana." He said, his voice wavered slightly, "Why don't you and, uh, Jenna, go somewhere else?" Stefan broke his gaze away from Logan, and looked at me, his eyes willing me to understand.

Then I got it. Looking at Logan again, I realized what the change was. He was a vampire. Please, tell me he wasn't the one responsible for the murder and disappearances of the people in Mystic Falls. But something told me, he was. He was definitely a new vampire, and fear stabbed at me, once I realized that he'd been around Jenna. "Jenna," I said to her softly, still not looking away from Logan, "We should go..."

I reached for her hand, and led her away from our ex-boyfriends, who, strangely, were both vampires.

Reaching another place in the school, making sure we were far enough away, I turned around to face Jenna. "You said that Logan came to the house." She nodded. "What did he say?"

I was trying to figure out whether or not he had asked her to invite him in. "Fake flattery." She answered. "Stupid dimpled grin. Puppy dog eyes."

I rolled my eyes. "How did he act?"

"He was the usual Logan; was charming, a little more manic than usual. He kept trying to convince me to let him in." My ears perked up at that. He was definitely a vampire. I looked up at Jenna with wide-eyes, and she asked, "What?"

"Look, Jenna," I started, "Be very careful around him. Please. If he asks you to invite him in, say 'no'." I was looking after Jenna, Elena, and Jeremy. Logan could hurt them, so without revealing anything to them, I had to figure out a way to protect them. At least, until all the vampires were gone from Mystic Falls. Jenna gave me a look of puzzlement, but she didn't question it any further. She didn't trust Logan any more than I did.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my History teacher walk towards us. "Hey Ariana. Jenna." Alaric greeted us.

"Hi Mr. Saltzman." I smiled back. His gaze then drifted to Jenna. Hmm...

"I was hoping to see you tonight." He said to Jenna.

Jenna smiled, "Career night is the new bowling."

Alaric laughed. There was definitely more going on between them. Me being there was becoming awkward, and I also needed to go find Stefan. "I'll meet you later Jenna," I said to her, then turned to Alaric, and nodded. I quickly escaped, my eyes darting around to find the hot vampire...

Walking out the back entrance, and into the parking lot, I spotted Stefan on the phone. I had no idea who he was talking urgently to, but he looked concerned, and worried.

I walked towards him quietly. He finally hung up on his phone, and turned towards me. "Hey, Stefan," I asked him, "What's been going on?" I needed answers. To why Logan was a vampire. And why he didn't tell me that he had died. Let me guess: he was "protecting me". I sighed. It was unfair to him, but, if I were to protect the people I cared about, including the Salvatore brothers, then I needed to know what was going on.

Apparently, Damon had killed Logan when he was about to stake Stefan. But some other vampire - I groaned. Another vampire - had turned him, and now he was roaming the town, undead. Who would create a vampire and not use him for any reason? Or did they have some other ulterior motive? Either way, it was unsafe to anyone around him, and he needed to be controlled. I didn't want him dead, but... what could we do? Would he be able to live like Stefan? Or Lexi? I guess I'd just have to find out.

Back in the hallway, students were passing me and Stefan. I saw Matt coming towards us, and I asked him, "Hey, Matt. Have you seen Logan Fell?"

"Yeah," He said brusquely. He wasn't still mad, was he? "He just gave Caroline a ride home." Matt brushed past us, walking in the other direction. Stefan and I shared a look. Oh no. What was he doing with Caroline? We had to find her.

"Stay here." Stefan told me, already walking towards the front of the school.

"Wait." I said, catching up to him, "I need to make sure Caroline's okay. She's my best friend. And you can't go alone."

"Ariana." Stefan said, giving me a wry smile, as he grabbed my hands. "I'll make sure Caroline's fine. Damon's coming too. I won't be alone."

I sighed, and looked down. I'd just get in the way anyways. What could I do? I was human. I was really worried about Caroline, but, hopefully Stefan and Damon could bring her home, safe and sound. I succumbed, and nodded, "Alright, be careful."

He touched the side of my head, and said, "You too." He let go, and briskly walked away. My eyes followed him with concern until he was completely out of my line of vision.

I talked to another student from my third period class. She was explaining to me about how many career paths she could go down. I sighed. She was so smart, while my grades were... I wasn't even going to think about them. Stefan finally returned, and I left the girl as I walked towards Stefan quickly.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine. So is Caroline. I took her home. She was shaken up, but all she knows is that Logan attacked her. Nothing else."

"Thank you," I told him gratefully. Caroline was okay, safe at home. "What about Logan."

Stefan looked uncomfortable, "Damon's dealing with him." Yeah, sure, "dealing". Meaning; that Damon had killed him. I nodded, understandingly. I didn't want Logan dead. I'd never want that. But... in order to protect the people I loved...was it right? Maybe I was just being selfish. But, no. I was protecting other people's lives. This should've been a good thing. "You saw what happened tonight, right?" Stefan said, now twice as uncomfortable, "You understand why we can't be together?"

What hurt the most, was that... I did understand. Vampires were putting my friends and family in danger, yet... I couldn't let Stefan go. I loved him. I was meant for him. Just because he's a vampire, didn't mean that it changed my view of him. "We can still be friends, at least." I said, "Until you... leave." Stefan nodded sadly. "I'll give you ride." Stefan looked uncertain. I gave him a pleading look.

He smiled and rolled his eyes. "All right, that would be nice."

I pulled up to the boarding house driveway, and took the keys out of the ignition. I got anxious when I realized that this could be the last time I'd ever see him. But, Stefan stayed in the car. I asked him, "You still want to know what I wanted to be for the future?"

He turned towards me, and nodded.

"I wanted to be a writer. Our mom sorta pushed Elena and I into that direction since day one. She supported us, encouraged us, bought us our first journal. We used to write all kinds of things in our journals. But... then she died. Elena and I sort of drifted away from being a writer. I can't see myself being one anymore, not if she's not going to be here." I looked to Stefan, who seemed to be in deep concentration because of my story.

"You can still become a writer," he said, "You shouldn't let someone's death shackle you from doing what you love."

Right. He was telling me this. He thinks that because I love something, I shouldn't let anything else get in the way of it. But what about him? We loved each other, yet he still won't stay and be with me. I asked softly, "Then why can't you stay?"

Stefan looked away from me, and replied just as softly, "It's hard to understand, but I'm doing this for you. It's for your protection." I sighed. If I had to hear that word one more time... "You'll be safer this way. I'm sorry." Pulling out the car door handle, he swiftly stepped out of the car, and closed the door.

I started breathing heavily as I pondered over what to do. This could be the last chance I got to convince him. I loved him... so much.

My emotions clouded my thoughts. I got out of the car too, and followed Stefan to where he was, walking further up the driveway. His back was still turned, but he stopped once he heard me. "Stefan, please," I pleaded, "Please, stay with me. I love you."

He stopped completely, as if he was electrocuted. It was as if he hadn't believed what I'd just said to be true. Was it really that hard to believe that I loved him? He'd told me the same thing before on many other occasions. The only reason I hadn't said anything to him before today, was because I thought that he understood what he meant to me. That I loved him. There were tears in my eyes, as I waited for him to either accept me, or walk away.

Stefan finally turned around, and I saw that he too, had tears in his eyes. The next moment, he was right in front of me. He took my face with his gentle cool hands, and kissed me. It wasn't like before though. This kiss was filled with all the emotions he was feeling: anger, fear, passion, lust, sadness, happiness, anxiousness, eagerness, and, of course, love. Passion flooded me from his hot kisses as I suddenly found myself inside of the Salvatore boarding house. I barely registered anything else as I took off my jacket, and he started kissing my neck.

Then, he suddenly pulled away, breathing heavily. His face turned away from me, so I couldn't see what was wrong. That's when I realized. It must've been his bloodlust. Touching his face gently from behind, I whispered, "It's okay, Stefan."

He shook his head, "No," he said, "It's different this time. Ariana I can't...I..."

"Yes you can. No matter what, I know that you're always in control. You don't have to hide from me," I whispered the last part. After a few seconds, he finally turned around. I saw the familiar red and black eyes, with the blue veins popping out of the skin below his eyes. I touched them gently, and Stefan's eyes closed as I ran my fingers over the little bumps. Just like before, when this happened, I leaned in, and placed a soft kiss upon his lips, feeling his sharp fangs. But there was no fear. My heart was pumping wildly, but it was because of Stefan himself, not because he was a vampire.

Before I had completely pulled away, I heard him groan, and I found myself suddenly in the air. We didn't even reach his bedroom when his lips attacked mine, his hands traveling up and down my body. Wherever his hands went, electricity surged through me. He continued to kiss me, and we only broke apart to remove his shirt and mine. With me only in my bra and panties, and him in his boxers, he lowered me onto his soft bed. He kissed me with intensifying passion as my hands explored the muscles on his back. Stefan's lips were everywhere; kissing my lips, neck, chest, stomach. He was warm and cold at the same time. The feeling was of nothing I'd ever experienced before. I shivered at his touch, and he seemed to like that. My hands went to his hair, and there was no pain, only pleasure.

Wow. That was the word I couldn't stop repeating in my head. I felt happy, elated, and it was definitely the best day of my life. I've never felt this feeling before. Not with Matt, or any of the other guys. Stefan was different, and I loved him. I lied in Stefan's arms, wearing his shirt half-buttoned over me. Stefan, who was under me, kept stroking my hair, from root to tip. It felt good, really good. I didn't pay attention before, but now that I looked around Stefan's room, I could see that it was really nice. Much like the rest of the house, his room had old wood paneling, with pictures hanging off walls, and book shelves surrounding some tables. Candles were lit on the tables, along with a few stacks of paper - those, of course, were not lit.

"I've never been in your room before, it's nice." I commented.

He lightly kissed my head and said, "Hm, well, it hasn't changed much over the years. But, thank you." By the sound of his voice, even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was smiling. He was happy, just like me.

"Do you leave everything here when you come and go?" I asked, curiously. My eyes roamed the room, to see many old things I've never before seen. I couldn't put a description on any of the artifacts.

"It's the only place that...that had remained constant. This room holds every memory that I've ever thought was important enough to hold on to." He said, slowly.

I smiled, and snuggled up against him, feeling content. "I like your room. I wish my house looked like this." I said.

Stefan laughed. "Wouldn't it be too creepy?" He teased.

"I could get used to it..." I replied suggestively. He kissed the top of my head.

"Well..." He started, "If Damon ever leaves, then you're welcome to stay here whenever you want."

"Really?" I asked in disbelief. Did this mean he was going to stay?

"Really." He confirmed. I was so happy I almost jumped up and down. Stefan was going to stay here, with me! After a few seconds, he asked, "Are you thirsty or anything?"

Truthfully, I was very thirsty. I was exhausted, but I didn't want to seem rude or annoying. I half-lied, "A little. You?" I looked up into his eyes which were filled with humor. Then, I realized what I'd said. "Oh, yeah..."

Stefan laughed and said, "I'm fine. Let me get you something to drink, okay?"

Such a gentleman, "Okay. Thank you," I said.

"Your welcome," He kissed me, then slowly moved out from under me, and walked out of the room, still shirtless. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out in excitement. I grabbed one of Stefan's soft white pillows and grinned brightly. I really was happy. I could get used to this. Lying here, on Stefan's bed, in this old house. It felt nice. It felt right. After a while, I stood up, and started to explore Stefan's room. Hundreds of books lined his walls, some of which I couldn't even read because it was in a different language. On one of the tables was a tall yellow-white candle, and when I leaned in to smell it, it's scent was of vanilla and oranges. It was heavenly. But next to it, was... not so heavenly.

There was a photograph. It was brown and white, with the edges beginning to wear out. What shocked me was who was in the photo. It was me. Wait. No. Not me. Below it had writing, it said: Katherine 1864. I swear to God, that my heart stopped. No. No, no, no, no. This couldn't be. I looked exactly like her. Our resemblance was immaculate, like we were carbon copies of each other. Elena and I didn't look this much like each other, not even close. Before I knew it, there were tears running down my cheeks. How could he? This...this was...

Sobbing, and broken-hearted, I ripped the vervain necklace from my neck, and placed it onto the picture. As quietly as I could, I left the boarding house.

I knew that what I was doing was stupid and reckless. But I was hurt and upset. I felt like a wild bear was tearing me to pieces. I couldn't believe that Stefan would do this to me. Was he only with me because I looked like her? Was that the only reason? That because I looked like his dead girlfriend, he could use me to be her... replacement? The more I thought about it, the more I cried. I probably should've given him the time to explain, but I felt embarrassed. He should've told me from the beginning, not wait for me to find out.

I drove down a deserted road, not even knowing where I was going, just wanting to get away from everything. To escape this -this - pain. Then, as if my day couldn't get any worse, it did.

One second, the road was deserted, the pitch-black night only illuminated by my car lights. Then, a guy appeared, covered with a hood. I gasped in shock, and hit the brakes. But I was too late. I hit him, and the next thing I knew, was the pressure and sensation of rolling through the air. The impact of my car and the ground was enough to make me hit my head of the dashboard. When the car and my head finally stopped spinning, I was upside-down. What? Oh, the car must have landed on the hood. Tears were still rolling down my face, but they were more from fear. Was the guy I hit okay? He must've been in a lot more pain than me. Please tell me he was alright?

I thought too soon. The figure that was on the ground, looking dead before, suddenly got up. His arms in legs that were previously angled in impossible directions suddenly popped into place, as if he had just healed. No human could do that. He must have been a vampire. The upside-down figure started walking across the asphalt, towards me. I mentally sighed. I probably should've stayed in the boarding house. Out of panic, I tried pushing the door open. Of course, it just wasn't my lucky day. I was stuck in my seat, stuck in the car. The "man" was only a few feet away from me, when I screamed.

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