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Chapter 6:

As soon as our training session was over, I walked to the locker room and prepared an ice bath. I filled a tin tub with cold water and put a bucket of ice in it to sooth my aching muscles.

I took off my outer layers and was left in my sports bra and underwear. As I finally looked at myself in the mirror, I could see all of the damage that had been done to my body. My arms were bruised and I had purple finger marks on the sides of my neck.

I dipped my foot into the icy water and goose bumps crawled up my leg. My breathing increased as I became fully submerged and I had to force myself to breathe slower. Now that I somewhat relaxed my body, the ice was quite soothing. I laid my head back on the tin and closed my eyes and for the first time since I arrived, I found a sort of peace.

My peace was broken as soon as I heard a male voice. "Enjoying yourself?"

My head shot up and my eyes snapped open. The familiar, terrifying vampire stood in front of me. His dark eyes inspected my half naked body and I crossed my arms to try and cover myself.

He pouted a lip. "You don't have to cover yourself on my account." I still said nothing. "I saw you looking at me earlier," he reached out and caressed my neck with his cool touch, and I cringed. "we may have something going here; we don't get humans very often, and you are by far the best." His eyes continued to look down on me and he took a strand of my hair to curl it around his finger. Feeling extremely uncomfortable, I got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around my body. The vampire followed me.

"Excuse me." I said softly as I tried to walk around him to go to my room, but he stopped me.

"You're not going anywhere." He said with the same vicious smile he had given me plenty of times before. I tried to move around him one more time but he grabbed me, making me drop my towel, and shoved me against the wall; involuntarily, I let out a scream when I hit it making the grin on his face even bigger.

"I can hear your heart beat." He said through his teeth. And that's when I noticed his fangs. Sharp, pointy, and deadly. "Your blood doesn't come around very often."

Everything he was saying before made me sick to my stomach, but that one line made me panic even more. This is the vampire that drinks my blood and now he is going to kill me because of his own selfish desires.

He chuckled deeply as if he was enjoying seeing the fear on my face. I struggled. But everything I did made him push harder against my body and bare his teeth more.

"Are you harming one of my initiates?" I heard Cashile's voice call out. I've never been so happy to have him near. I hated him, but I was thankful he showed up.

Annoyed, the vampire retracted his fangs and turned his head to Cashile. "We were just having fun."

"The same way you were having fun when you killed that last human? No one touches my initiates. They are under my protection until the end of the week." His voice held power that radiated throughout the silent locker room. "Get out of here. Now." Cashile commanded coldly.

The vampire growled as he began to leave, but he stopped and whispered into my ear. "I'll see you in a week." After that, he vanished within a blink of an eye.

I looked up at Cashile and his two-toned eyes looked back at me. "What did I tell you?" he asked.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help that he came here, I'm not the one bringing other vampires in to observe my like an ant under a magnifying glass." With that, I grabbed my clothes and rushed past Cashile to go to my bed and cry. I just wanted to go home.

. . .

When I woke up the next day, there was a pair of sneakers at the side of my bed. They were brand new and grey. My old pair at home used to be white, and were starting to get holes in them. My parents gave them to me when I turned 15, and we've never had enough money to buy a new pair; we never used our money on any luxuries.

When I tried the shoes on, they fit perfectly. I remembered trying on my old pair when I first got them, they were big so I would grow into them, but not these, these new sneakers felt like they were made for me.

As I tested the comfort by walking, I made my way to the training room.

"Today we are going for a run. This is the easiest way for us to test your stamina, and believe it or not this will transfer over to you once you become a vampire. Theoretically, the more stamina you have the better control you will have over your bloodlust over long periods of time."

What is this? Running? Something I'm actually good at? I might not shine brighter than anyone else, given my human disadvantages, but at least I'll be able to keep up.

"We will be taking the trail in the back. Come on." Cashile motioned for us to follow him and we walked outside.

It was nighttime and the moon was almost full. Looking at the moon always reminded me of my brother, and now Danny, since they are werewolves. Even though they could transform into a wolf whenever they wanted, they were still forced to turn on the full moon. It made me wonder what they are doing, how their lives are going.

The path we were taking was paved and had streetlights that went along the whole path, which was much nicer than the one I ran on in the human sector. The trees were just starting to bloom their bright green buds and the ground was finally warming up, creating a fog that crept along the forest floor.

"Run at your own pace on the way there, but walk back if you need to." Cashile said and as soon as he stopped talking, I ran.

The feelings that came with running were one of a kind. I was free. I felt at home. My mind cleared of everything, all I knew was nature. I was ahead of everybody, including Cashile, but he obviously wasn't using his supernatural speed.

After about and hour of constant running we came up to a hill were I could clearly see the fence, and across the fence I could see the human compound. I only knew it was the human compound by the mangled look of it as the moonlight shined off the tin roofs.

I stopped in my tracks. I could only hear one pair of footsteps come up from behind me, and he wasn't breathing hard at all.

"Is that where you lived?" Cashile asked quietly even though no one was around us; they were too far behind to even know where we were.

"I've never gone this long with out my family. The longest I've gone is eight hours, and that was for school." I could feel my eyes create a blurry film of tears. I don't know why I was talking to Cashile about this, or even why he cared, but I thought he deserved it, since he saved me.

"Well, you'll see them on Visiting Day." He added.

"If they come..." I mumbled as I began walking back. We both knew it was a small chance that a human family would come to the vampire sector. It was practically a suicide mission for them.

For a long time, he let me walk alone. I didn't mind; I was ultimately alone wasn't I? I had to get used to it sooner or later, but then he surprised me by running up to me and grabbing my hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Of course I though he was asking about my emotional state, but his facial expression led me to believe he was asking about something else. He looked at the same hand I had cut in front of him before. It was scabbed over now, but it wasn't bleeding.

"Yeah?" I said, confused. At this time, the rest of the group finally caught up to us.

"Stop." Cashile called out, putting his hand up. The group slowed.

"What's going on?" I asked, but he ignored my question and walked forward. "Cas—"

"Shh." He silenced me and searched the forest floor for something. He was walking around scanning every detail of the forest, moving the dead leaves with his foot. It seemed like he wasn't going to find anything, but I was proved wrong when he moved leaves enough for me to see a grey, dead, face. Some girl from the group let out a scream.

"That's my sister!" she yelled, and people were holding her back. She collapsed to her knees as she cried.

Cashile moved the rest of the leaves off of the body and I could now see a stake sticking out of the dead girl's chest and I knew that it was the cause of death. If a vampire were staked through the heart it would be fatal.

"Oh my God." I covered my mouth with my hand in shock and Cashile continued to act strangely. He left the girl and walked around the woods quietly, like he was trying to listen for something.

Everything happened so fast after that. I heard a snap—no, not a snap—almost like a trigger was being pulled, and then a stake plunged through Cashile's chest. This time I screamed and ran toward him as he fell to the ground. He was sucking in air in short breaths.

My hands fluttered around his wound as I tried to figure out what to do. I looked at the stake. Taking it out seems like the most logical thing to do, but what if it was like a piece of glass? What if taking it out only made the bleeding increase? However, vampires are supposed to heal, right? But not from a stake through the heart. I thought and I noticed he wasn't staked through his heart; the stake went through his chest on the right, not the left. He would heal!

Acting on impulse I grabbed the stake and pulled it out. Cashile sucked in a sharp breath, groaned in agony, and then continued drawing in quick breaths.

"We need to get him back to the compound." I heard someone say.

"He needs blood." another person added.

"Can you walk?" I asked him. He nodded his head as much as he could and two guys—one of them was Alex—helped Cashile limp back to the vampire compound. As we were walking back, I heard a wolf howl. I looked back into the dark, foggy woods, but I saw nothing.

. . .

The two of them carried Cashile into his room where they laid him down on his bed. He moaned as he was lowered down. His wound was still visible and wasn't healing as fast as I would like.

"I'm going to stay here." I whispered to Alex as he walked past me.

"No. Allison, you don't have to. We can get one of the humans to come." He explained.

"He needs blood now, and I can give it to him. If he still needs it when the other human comes, they can take over." I pleaded.

Alex looked from Cashile to me. He knew that Cashile needed blood. "Fine, but be careful." He hugged me before I left.

I walked slowly over Cashile. "No." he moaned. He must have heard Alex and my conversation.

"You need it." I persisted and pushed my wrist toward him.

"No." he pushed my arm away and then pointed behind me. I craned my head around and saw that there was a small refrigerator sitting in the corner. I walked over to it and opened it. Inside I found several bags of blood; the same bags of blood that humans donated to the vampires.

I picked up the first two packets I saw in the corner and rushed back to him, giving him the first bag. With shaking hands he grabbed the bag from me, ripped it open with his teeth, and guzzled it down. He closed his eyes tightly as he sucked its contents out, and when he opened them again his eyes were red. Deep red, like the color of blood. He dropped the bag to the floor and started on the next one.

I picked up the crinkled package to throw it away, but the label caught my eye. The label read: AB negative.

I flattened the bag more: Cooper, Allison. It read.

I was wrong. I couldn't have been more wrong. The dark-eyed vampire didn't drink my blood, Cashile did. It made sense now, the way he acted when I cut my hand in front of him. He looked like he was about to pounce on me, but I figured that was just a natural vampire response.

I heard a knock on the door behind me and I jumped.

"Cashile!" A woman called out. He quickly turned his head to look at her. Instantly he looked relieved and he dropped the bag of blood and took her arm instead. She sat on the corner of his bed as he bit into her wrist.

The woman was in her fifties and she had coarse black hair with stings of grey. She looked tired and weak, and I could tell she cared about Cashile. Dark circles rimmed her eyes and she was pale. "Thank you." She said to me. Thank you for what? I thought. Thank you for helping him? Thank you for getting her? Thank you for giving your blood to him all the time? Right now, I didn't know why she was thanking me, and all I concerned myself with was the fact that Cashile drinks my blood. Cashile has always drank my blood.

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