The still nameless doctor turned his hue towards me… "Its the one named Mr Crepsley. He's... you'll find out at some point no use hiding it now. Mr Crepsley is-"

Chapter 5

Debbie POV

I know the news would kill Darren, but the doctor wouldn't listen to me. Had Darren found out after he would be released then he might go on a rampage I know from past experience that he would cause great damage. At least while still in the ward where injections were at the ready, his heart rate may rise and his blood pressure as well but he would be contained and in a somewhat safe environment.

This doctor I respect greatly but his reasoning's can kiss my ass. Darren is a vampire, he could get out without a sweat and make whatever havoc to take his anger out on. I'm only here as a steep pole, a channel to Darren that will hopefully keep him calm when needed.

The news though, I can't stand to see him in pain. I still had one needle in my hand, I flicked the air bubbles in the tube. I wouldn't see him in pain and I wouldn't submit him to it on malcontent. The doctor walked in, I knew from the expression on his face that he was about to tell him.

xXx

I woke up conciously. I hadn't passed out, but my mind had gone elsewhere. What did I just do?

The doctor barged in and man did he look pissed. "You had no right to make that call. You could have put him and cardiac arrest."

"I did what I needed to."

"That could have been handled a different way."

"In what way?! He was going berserk!"

"Now listen here Ms Hemlock. You asked me on to this because as you said 'there is no one else I can trust with this'. Now quite nagging me and step back or join him strapped down somewhere."

Debbie did as she was told, although she hated the situation she only hoped he would wake in astatee of mind that could handle the hard truth.

Wait. Did I just read her mind? I though the rule was with only other vampires that could happen. Debbie tell me what the hell is going right this second!

Debbie stiffened from her new position on the other side of the bed she touched her forhead as if it had a curiously hurting all this time but only just now decided to bring about pain. Debbie's eyes wondered to me on the table, "Darren?" Her eyes widened as another train of thought unwantedly docked in my mind, my eyes bulged and my hands grasped the restraints holding me down she wished weren't there.

My mouth went dry, to forms words to the words she unwittedly mind zapped to me was impossible but the phrase 'no, this can't be true' was contagious. I opened my lips apart, screw spit who needed it, "Mr Crepsley? Is he really alive?"


Sort but something. Cliffhanger. Review.