i know you guys have been waiting for this chapter because i left on a cliff hanger... sorry but i'm here to say this is another cliff hanger ;)

Chapter 15:

When I opened my eyes the light above me was shining so bright it was like looking at the sun. I quickly shut them again and groaned. "Gah!" Slowly I tested my vision by blinking occasionally, ultimately regaining composure.

I was lying on my back on the stone and everything came rushing back: the vampires locking me in here, Cashile biting me and then laying me here. I sat up in a gasp, looking around.

Nothing changed in the room, but everything changed about me. I could see every detail on the wall just by sitting here; I didn't need to get up close. I could see the porous holes in the cement, the small black crack in the corner and the small ant that was carrying a miniscule white crumb. I tilted my head in bemusement.

I continued to search the room and I found Cashile sleeping behind me. His hand was holding up his head, and was also pulling his cheek up at an awkward angle, revealing his teeth. I gave a small giggle at how vulnerable he looked.

Moving my legs so that they hung over the side of the stone, they touched the ground. I had taken my shoes off before everything happened and now I could feel everything one thousand times better, and that was just through my feet. The ground no longer felt cool to me, in fact, the air didn't even feel cold; it was just right.

"You're up," Cashile spoke, surprising me.

I quickly spun my head around to look at him. "How long have I been out?" I rubbed my head a little, realizing for the first time how much it ached.

Cashile stretched his arms out behind his head. "About three hours. Here, this will help your head." He searched in a small cooler, pulled out a blood bag and handed it to me. I hesitantly reached out and grabbed it, but I only played with it in my hands. "How's your throat?" he asked.

My throat? Why was he asking about my-? Oh… My throat was burning. It wasn't just a normal dehydration thirst, but an extreme hunger. It seemed to affect everything in my body. My joints seemed creaky and stiff, unable to work without a warm, succulent solution. "It's okay," I finally added, noticing Cashile was staring at me with a curious eyebrow cocked.

"Really?" he added, not believing me. "Just drink the blood. It will help."

I stared down at the scarlet package. "I-It's just so…"

"Gross?" Cashile smiled.

"Yeah," I added, trying not to offend him.

"You're just not used to it yet. Trust me, it won't be unappetizing for long." He smiled. "Do you want a glass? Sometimes drinking from one tricks your mind into thinking what you're doing is more human than vampire." I nodded and he pulled out a plastic cup. Thank god it wasn't clear. "I had to drink out of one of those for weeks before I was used to it. It's weird transitioning over to blood for us, but the mutts have always been around blood, so the transition isn't as hard for them."

Cashile poured the liquid into the cup and I looked down at it.

Shouldn't I be feeling a sudden urge to drink it? Shouldn't the blood be appealing to me already? I am hungry, but it's like my body doesn't know what it's hungry for yet.

I cautiously took a sip.

The blood was about the same temperature as my lips, but still managed to make them tingle. The thick liquid traveled into my mouth and instantly my taste buds exploded. As I swallowed I could feel it making me stronger, making my muscles tense, making my joints creak-free, making my hunger grow.

I took another sip, bigger this time. The same reaction. Each time I took a sip it energized my body; I didn't want this feeling to end.

Cashile automatically filled up my cup again and I didn't waste any time finishing it off. I want more.

Not wanting to waste any blood, I licked my lips, but I felt something strange, something… poking my tongue. I gasped.

"What?" Cashile asked.

I giggled. "I have fangs!"

He gave me a chuckle in response. "Yeah, so do I." Cashile raised his upper lip slightly, showing me that his had let out his fangs. As he walked up to me, he took a small sip from my cup and kissed me, letting the blood flavor that was lingering in is mouth venture into mine.

I draped my arms over his strong shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist in order to pull him closer to me. I could feel him smile. "This stone is a little hard,"

"Yeah, it is hard." I pulled at his shirt and then on his belt loops. All I could think was: I want more.

Cashile laughed. "I meant let's go to my bedroom and get out of this cell." He held is forehead on mine.

"Okay," I smiled up at him, but before I could say anything else, he sped out of the room in a teasing matter. It wasn't like before, when I all I could see was a blur of him, in fact, I could see his black hair pick up in the wind he created as he left the door. "Hey!" I called out and ran into the hallway, at normal speed since I didn't know how to trigger my vampire speed yet.

"Just… run." I could hear Cashile say, but he wasn't next to me, he wasn't even in the hallway. His voice was somewhat muffled as it came to me again "Run."

I did as I was told, and ran. It surprised me how easy it was for me to do. Within seconds I followed Cashile's voice into his room. It took me a matter of seconds, when normally it would have taken a minute or so.

"Glad you could make it," Cashile said as he leaned against his doorframe. I spun him around so that we were both in his room and I quickly pinned him against the wall. The door shut behind us.

I started kissing him passionately, running my fingers through his hair. He mimicked my actions, pulling me closer with one hand in my hair and one at my waist, up my shirt. It was strange how now I couldn't feel the coolness of his touch anymore now that my skin was at the same temperature.

The higher his hand traveled up my shirt, the more excited I got. Almost uncontrollably, I grabbed him and pulled him to the bed with me with my newfound power. He fell to his back and laughed. "Is this turning into a competition?" Cashile asked playfully and spun me around so that I was lying on my back and started kissing me up and down my neck. "I love you." He whispered. I couldn't help but smile at him because I felt the same way. He leaned up on his elbows and pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. "I mean it. Before you, I felt nothing. Nothing. All I knew was revenge. That's what kept me going and now…now you've given me different thing worth fighting for. You keep me going." He chuckled and I laughed with him.

I couldn't find the right words to equate to what he said so I settled for: "I love you too." And kissed him back.

Once again his hands journeyed under my shirt, ultimately pulling it off, throwing it onto the floor, and massaging me, making me feel things I've never felt before. The crook of my back, my breasts, my thighs…

Surprising myself, I let a small growl come out of my mouth and practically tore off Cashile's shirt. Having both him and I shirtless was terribly exciting and frightening at the same time. I've never done anything like this before, but there was still that urge burning inside of me, screaming: more.

Every single look, touch, sense was made larger than life now that I'm a vampire, and now that I'm with him, I felt like exploding. My mind went blank about everything else—the humans at the Cache, the approaching war, Seth—all that mattered was now, here, with Cashile.

. . .

I don't know how many hours had passed, but I had fallen asleep again and I was in Cashile's bed. I rolled sleepily over and felt a lump under my arm.

"Ow," Cashile groaned from under the forest green sheets. I lifted them up to see his face. His black hair was tousled all over and he squinted up at me. "You didn't have to wake me up like that."

I laid my head back down on the pillow, hugged the covers close to my bare chest and smiled at him.

"Stop doing that," he joked.

"What?"

"Staring. It's creepy."

"It's romantic," I smiled at him again and kissed him. "I'm sorry for the way I acted. I mean, I'm not saying I didn't enjoy what happened, because I did, I just… don't know what possessed me to—"

"It's okay. It happens more often than you'd think. Vampires tend have stronger emotions when they are first turned." Cashile explained. I bit my lip in embarrassment.

"Did it happen to you?" I asked as he rolled off of the bed an meandered over to the miniature fridge, bending over to see it's contents. His sweatpants slid down his back, slightly showing off the small dimples on his naked back.

"I didn't have anyone I was in love with in the room with me when I was turned." He came walking back to me with a few bags of blood. One was already open and he was sipping from it like a juice box. "What?" he asked. "You took a lot of my blood when I turned you. I need to fill up again." He gave me an innocent smile.

I waited politely for him to finish. I wasn't really hungry for blood anymore because, like he said, I had drank most of his and a bag after I transitioned, but I have to admit it did smell good. It was hard, but I resisted from grabbing the bag right out of Cashile's hand.

After he finished he threw on a shirt and styled his hair so that pieces of it weren't flying everywhere. "Come on," he called to me.

I cleared my throat. "Um, I'm not exactly fond of wearing sheets out there." I pulled them closer to my chest.

"But you make them look so good." He gave me a crooked smile and then finally threw me some extra clothes.

I grabbed them quickly and ordered for him to turn around. He did, but I could feel his eyes on me every so often. I just rolled my eyes. "Where did you get these?" I asked as I buttoned up the skinny jeans.

"I had an extra pair around just in case things got bloody in the cell." I shot him a look that asked: did you doubt me? "It happens," he defended.

After I threw on the last of my outfit, fixed my hair and made sure my face wasn't a total mess, I walked out the door with Cashile by my side.

I started to head for the cafeteria, since it was about midnight—lunchtime—but Cashile pulled me in another direction. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see."

Cashile pushed open a metal door that said 'No Exit' and led me up a grassy hill that overlooked a valley. "Close your eyes," he instructed. "Lay down."

"But I can't see," I giggled and he guided me to the grassy ground where I laid on my back.

"Open them," Cashile whispered and when I did I saw billions of stars.

"Oh my god!" I gasped. I had always seen stars before as a human, but there were so many more now. Sometimes when Wes woke up from a bad dream we would look out the window to calm him down and I told him to count the stars, eventually he would lose count and fall asleep.

It must be my new eyes because I could see everything, and I mean everything, the trees on the horizon, the grass, even the glistening dew on the grass. Normally I would only be able to see a few feet in front of me and the rest would be darkness, but now it was like the sun had just gone down and it was barely dark. I could see the world in a completely different way now; it's amazing.

The stars glistened bright and there almost seemed to be more stars than sky. Some burned white while others glowed blue or red. I had never seen anything like this before.

"This was always my favorite part, being able to see the beauty of the night, everything I had missed out before."

"Yeah," I said, overwhelmed. "I understand."

For a long time we just sat staring at the sky, my head on Cashile's rising and falling chest. It wasn't awkward silence; it was nice. "So what now?" I asked.

I could hear a deep rumbling laugh come from Cashile's chest. "Now," he shifted his position so he was sitting up on his elbows. "We act like nothing is wrong."

"What's really going on?"

"We have to watch the vamp council members, especially Seth." He growled at Seth's name. "He's been searching into me. He knows about my mom and it's only a matter of time before he figures out the whole thing." Cashile clenched his jaw and shook his head in anger. "He bit my mother."

"What? Is she okay?"

"It was just her wrist this time, but when he figures out about you, me, Viktor—"

"I know." I replied.

"He has to be stopped." He muttered. "He's the head of everything; we take him down, we take the whole operation down."

. . .

Cashile and I stayed outside until the sun started to rise. "I have to go back to The Cache. Viktor said that there are some things that he needs help finalizing."

"Do you want me to come?" I asked.

"Not today. It's just too dangerous for you to go right now since Seth is snooping around and because we don't know how you'll react will all of the humans." He paused. "I'm sorry; I'll stay here with you. I won't go."

His words hit me hard, but not in a harsh way. I am a vampire now, I have to remember that. I can be dangerous. I can be deadly.

"No, it's okay," I said softly.

"You can go ahead back to my room. Feel free to help yourself to anything you want." He said, obviously talking about the blood in the fridge.

He pulled me in for a close embrace and kissed me before he left to get his bike. After he was gone I made my way back to Cashile's room. Alone. I had already slept a lot, but my body seemed to want more so it could fully recover from the transformation.

When I walked in his room I took off my clothes and found a large shirt of Cashile's to wear instead. I wanted to smell him, trick my mind into thinking he was still here and not miles away.

Just as I was on the brink between dreams and reality I felt a body crawl onto the bed. I was too tired to open my eyes so I spoke with them closed. "Decide not to go?" I mumbled.

There was no response, but a shift in weight. Confused, I sat up and caught a small glimpse of dark eyes before a bag went over my head and my hands were tied together. Just as I started to struggle out of my restraints, I took a blow to the head and passed out.

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