Chapter Two: Losing Her, but Taking Her

"Daniel!" I yelled. "You must havn known I was thinking about you."

Daniel said nothing but stared at her neck longly.

"What's the matter with you? Are you okay? Talk to me." Kara's voice was turing shilly and she knew it.

"I am fine. Just a little thirsty."

"Okay, you just looked a little funny. Well come on silly, let's get you something to drink." She took his hand and pulled him along. Causally their grip was lost. She looked around at him and continuted walking. He then proceed to attack from behind. Her vision turned red and faded into black. If only she had said good-bye.

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As I walked through the front door after filling the pail with water from the well, I knew somehting was wrong. I knew that my parents had been acting stranger than normal if that was possible. It was then that I learned the dreadful, soul-destroying, heart-breaking, breath-taking truth. My best friend and only girlfriend Kara was dead from a vampire bite. All around my country, there had been cruel deaths, teeth marks on one's neck and their blood drained. As soon as I was told, a grim silence set upon us.

My mom and pop, who didn't know of our sercet relationship, looked worried. My mom starts to speak, but I don't hear a word of it.

"Daniel, Daniel!" my mom's soft spoken voice finally seeps into my head and I form them into words.

"Yes?"

Are you okay?" my father asks, concern in his voice. He must really care because he hardly ever asks about anyone but himself.

"I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting that news. alright?" I must have snapped at her, according to my dad.

"Don't you ever talk to your mother that way again!" my father yells. There goes the concern. This was one of the few times my dad actually caught me smarting off. Well, bully for him. I apolgized. "Sorry, Pops, it won't happen again."

"Yeah, right." I mutter under my breath.

"What was that?" he snapped.

"Nothing." I growled back.

Moving on to the next matter.

"When's the funeral? I can go right?" I ask. I swear if they didn't let me go...... "Yes, you can go. Your father and I decided on it yesterday." My mother sounded almost sad. I can't believe she actually showed an emotion. It's a step for her.

Wait, did she say that they decided yesterday?

"How long have you known?" I demand to know.

This should be good.

"Uh," my mom glanced at my dad, who just shrugged, seemly uncomfortable."Since Monday." she whispers.

I was streaming mad. I started to yell. "Since Monday?! It's Thursday!"

And then I was gone, through the hall, out the front door,and across the yard.

"Daniel, wait come back! We're sorry!" Their screams turn to sobs.