Jeremy quickly got up from his bed and sneaked quietly down the stairs. There, he was careful not to make any noise. He saw his aunt in the living room watching the television. He took his chance to run to the door, then silently opened it, before closing it as quietly as possible. Once outside he decided that the quickest way to get to Anna would be to use the car.

As he rushed to his aunt's car, there was a kind of desperation in Jeremy for him to save Anna. He felt he had to save her, because if she died it would be his fault, but more that, despite everything that he felt for Vicky, there was something that he hadn't had a chance to say to Anna before she left, that there was another reason why he wanted to be turned, that he still wanted to be turned despite Vicky's death. He had said it so many times before that he liked her. But was he denying his feelings all along, clouded by the memory of Vicky? Did he love her after all? He knew he would find out once he saw her.

He started the car and was off the drive in a matter of seconds, quick enough so his aunt wouldn't catch him, and headed in the direction of town. Once in town, he pulled up at the side of the road and reached for his phone. Scrolling in the menu, he saw the 'mapper' button and pressed it. He typed in the name of the Alley and impatiently waited for his phone to load up the map which would show him where Anna was.

Bit by bit the phone loaded and he saw that the Alley was not many streets away from the town centre. Jeremy drove as quick as he could through the streets and was glad that there wasn't a lot of traffic at night. As he got nearer to wear Anna would be, he became more and more anxious and he wondered how Anna could have gotten herself into trouble. It didn't even occur to him that it could have been a trap. Minutes ago he was at his house and now he was on the road where the Alley was situated. Something in him warned him that he should park the car a little way off the Alley, he didn't want to look suspicious. He pulled up at the edge of the curb, cut the engine and got out of the car.

The street was eerily silent as he ran and incredibly dark. He wondered what Anna was doing here, then decided that he didn't want to know. Suddenly, he wondered what he would see in the Alley, and a prickly feeling came over him. He admitted to himself that he was feeling scared. And with every step that he took, that increased, until he froze at the corner of the Alley.

He stood, catching his breath, building up the confidence to face what was down the Alley, then slowly, he turned.

Looking down the Alley, Jeremy realised that he had stopped breathing. Anna lay splayed out on the concrete floor next to a bloodied corpse that Anna had obviously killed. Yet, what made Jeremy catch his breath wasn't the mangled neck of the man, it was the still, ghostliness of Anna, her long brown hair spread out behind her like a lion's mane. He ran quickly to Anna's side and shook her violently.

"Anna," he said. "Anna, wake up."

There was no response from her. Jeremy quickly looked at the entrance of the Alley and saw that there was no one to see what he was about to do.

He took Anna's limp body in his arms, struggling with her solid weight, and gently walked up the Alley so as to not move her. Once at the entrance, he looked around and saw the street was deserted. Keeping within the shadows of the buildings, Jeremy swiftly took Anna to his car, and placed her across the back seat. Then, he rushed into the driver's seat and sped away from the scene. Relief washed through him momentarily, he managed to get Anna, though that was quickly taken over by thoughts of was she okay?

Jeremy knew that he couldn't take Anna back to his house. Her face and her clothes were covered in blood, she looked almost as ravaged as the man that she had attacked. But Jeremy didn't think of that now, instead, he focused on finding a place which would be safe for Anna.

He drove right out of town, going way over the usual speed limit, until he came to a lane where he knew there was a disused cabin at the end of it. He pulled in there and parked in front of it. He then got out and checked the door; it was locked but he knew away round that. He took a stone from nearby and smashed it through the glass. He then put his arm inside and opened the door. He ran back to his car and dragged Anna from the back seat and carried her awkwardly to the cabin. Once inside, he placed her body on an old green sofa, then closed the door. It was pitch black inside, but before Jeremy could worry about light, he had to thoroughly check Anna. He made his way to her side and knelt down beside her. He took her wrist, wondering if Vampires had a pulse. There was one there anyway, but it felt weak.

"Anna," he tried again, and this time louder than he had done in the Alley.

She seemed to stir slightly, or was it just a trick of the darkness.

But in the pale light of the moon which shone through the window, he saw her eye lids move. Jeremy's eyes widened.

"Anna?"

Anna's lips barely moved.

"Blood," they whispered.

Jeremy knew what to do. He walked over to the door and picked up a piece of glass that he had smashed earlier. Tensing, he quickly sliced the glass over his wrist and dark, red blood immediately started to flow. Holding his wrist out, he went back over to Anna and pressed it hesitantly to her mouth. He was surprised to be relieved when he felt a sucking motion on his wrist.

As Anna took in more and more of his blood, he felt the sucking strengthen and knew that she was becoming stronger. Whilst she sucked on his wrist, Jeremy started to relax, he started to feel things that he hadn't felt before. A connection . Suddenly he wanted her to do this, he liked that he was giving her life. Loved it in fact.

Did that answer his question. Did he love her?

And from that, he concluded that he did. Even though she was covered in blood from her victim, he felt he understood the reasons why she did it, he recognised that she must have felt like all those times when Vicky denied him. But he shook his head to clear those thoughts. He didn't want to think of Vicky right now.