I was originally going to split this into a three part story, like in a trilogy. Well I tell a lie, I hadn't a clue what was going to happen after chapter one when I initially wrote it, then once I got to chapter three I had a large plotline figured.

Anyway anyway, I decided to keep it in one story but still in three parts, so here I present the next part in my Eva's life.

The afterlife and love of Eva Hunter

Part II

Eva Hunter pressed her palm against the cold tile walls of the blank white bathroom she was in. They didn't feel cold to her, but she knew they were. She knew this because about twenty six hours earlier she'd shrieked in pain as Eric had gently set her down in the room, and she clawed at these same tiles, as if her anguished world would literally crumble away and she'd wake in her old bed.

She had wanted to scream Erics name, she wanted to scream and demand to know what he was doing. He had pressed his bloody flesh against her bloody mouth, and in a rare moment of pity, stroked her hair in a loving way.

Eva was remembering all this like one recalls a dream. It seemed like something she'd witnessed and yet she could still remember the pain that had seared through her body.

She was clearly denying the obvious.

Eric re-entered the room, having changed his clothes in typical vain Eric style. Eva turned to meet his curious eyes, her own desperate and pleading. She felt vulnerable, shaken.

"I'm sorry about the setting," he said quite business-like, "I was thinking about the mess you see. Ceramic cleans easy."

Eva was quiet for a bit longer, she could hardly drink in the situation, never mind the surroundings. Eric looked positively bored, and amongst other emotions overwhelming her, she wanted to slap him for his insensitivity.

"You look nice, despite the mess. Pam will have fun dressing you up I imagine."

Eva ignored him further, she felt numb.

If she were human, she'd feel dizzy.

"What have you done to me?" she growled suddenly. Eric looked somewhat engaged now.

"I saved your life."

"You've killed me…"

"Don't be so melodramatic," he chided, leaning against the door frame.

A snarl grew in Eva's throat, and surprising herself, she leapt at Eric – fang's extended.

Erics own appeared, and with a mocking laugh, he grabbed her as she was inches from him. A playful push from him sent her reeling back, and she was immediately ready to pounce again, then composed herself.

"You are going to be fun."

"Die," hissed Eva.

Eric contemplated the many death jokes then decided it was just too easy. Instead, with a sly grin he shrugged and leaned against the wall.

Eva screamed at the wall, and ran to kick it, but Eric grabbed her by the arms and held her back.

"In this state, you kicking my wall would mean me replastering my wall."

Eva squirmed against his clutches, wriggling like a possessed child. This was too much, way too much. She didn't want this.

Eric turned her so she faced the large fitted mirror, and leaned down to purr in her ear.

"Take a good look."

What Eva saw was a young pale girl, with red tinted demonic eyes, wild matted hair straggling down past her shoulder. Her dress was ravaged in places, and from head to toe she was smeared with dark red blood. Most noticeably amongst the monster she saw in the mirror was the long sharp vicious fangs hanging in a doglike way. They gleamed in the white light of the bathroom.

"You are vampire."