The taste of blood was strong on my tongue; once being the most delicious treat, was now a fowl nightmare. What has become of me? I have not been bitten by a Pureblood vampire, so how could I possibly be a vampire? It made no sense. Nothing made sense any more.

My passionate session with Zero was almost completely wiped off from my memory. The pictures in my mind were dark and blurry, rushing towards the surface so fast it pounded against my head like steel; it was as if I was trying to squint through muddy water. I inserted my fingers into my mouth, touching each individual tooth.

They were as sharp as blades, the side top teeth shaped like pointed fangs.

I gasped in shock, almost slicing my own hand to shreds in shaking bewilderment. What should I do? In this state, I could...I could kill people. Driven by blood, who knows what the hell I'm capable of. It's funny, a few days ago I was accusing Kaname of being the bad guy. What if I'm also one of them?

A menace. A monster perhaps even worse than Zero.

Pain shot through my body like thousands of dull needles, electric shocks and a rush of fire all at once. I screamed in horror, flailing around like I was trying to escape being tied up, feeling pain no matter what I attempted. Biting my lip until it bled, pulling my legs to my knees like I was going to hurl, and dragging myself across the floor damped with sweat, everything felt effortless.

My screaming continued. This was living hell. Was this what Zero had experienced so many times?

Oh God, I prayed. Make it stop. Was this some sort of punishment for keeping a vampire alive? Did I really deserve this?

A knock to my door forced me back to this cruel reality. It wasn't Zero, since he would be literally kicking the door down by now. Who could it be?

The door opened with a gentle push, and I knew who it was when I caught his scent. Kaname.

"You seem to be in a difficult position." He stated the obvious, which pissed me off.

"No...Shit..." My voice was worn out and sore from the screaming.

"Are you in need of assistance?" He asked politely. What did he think he was doing? Was he deliberately mocking me for his own amusement? Or did he come to deliver me some answers?

"Don't pretend that you don't know anything!" I spat, clawing the floor with my finger nails, moving myself backwards, as far away from him as physically possible. I never felt this before, this sick revolting aura...

"I'm just here to clarify some things, and then I will leave." To my disgust, he walked and knelt beside me, twirling a lock of my frizzy hair, teasing me since I could not back away or hit him this time. Now I really felt like smashing his face against a brick wall. I guess I was beginning to feel just as much hatred for him as Zero did, which is strange because I felt differently yesterday. What has changed in me today?

"Yeah, 'clarify'. Your reasons are unethical and ridiculous. I don't even understand why you're acting like you care so much, because you barely know me. You have your own life. I suggest getting on with it and leaving me be." My tone was harsh, and I was awfully glad it was.

"Whether you believe me or not, that is your choice. But I need you to mark my words." He replied, sounding a bit sinister although he had a smirk on his perfectly sculptured face.

"Fine." I breathed, howling as I felt something crack. Was that a bone...a ligament? Shit.

"It is simple. You are transitioning into a vampire." He said it so calmly, like he was looking forward to such monstrosity.

"Um, what!?" I replied, frozen. How the actual hell did this get triggered? I was not bitten by one of Kaname's kind.

"Let's just put it this way, Valeria. You are different, you are not an average human being. You were born to two very powerful people, however you were a cursed child at birth, therefore this has now affected you...but let's not get into your family heritage right now. Right now, you need to understand this. Lusting for blood, you are not in control of your own body, so you are dangerous at this point in time. You are changing. Your body is moving, your bones are shifting and becoming stronger, your teeth are developing into full canine fangs, your emotions and senses are incredibly heightened, you're growing into a fully-fledged vampire."

I was speechless. I felt like laughing, because it sounded so absurd, but, at the same time, I felt like crying. Me? A vampire? Born to some mega-powerful lineage or something? Who are they? What else does Kaname know? Hearing it all now made me believe it.

"I knew you would react this way. But Valeria, hear me now. That is not everything. This transition must not be taken lightly. You have a decision."

"How?" I asked, surprised that I was actually going along with this. Was his blood affecting me?

No, this was my own free will.

It had to be.

"You need to be bitten by a Pureblood."

"What!?" No. That means I'd have to be bitten by Kaname. No. Freakin. Way.

"The fangs of a Pureblood can erase the pain of the transformation. If you are not bitten soon, the extra long transformation with only be prolonged, and you will die from it, if not that, you will kill yourself during the excruciating process."

So all in all, there is a long way and a short way out of this splintering maze. I can either go through a whole lot of pain and take longer to turn, or it can be painless and endurable but I have to be bitten by this freak.

No, I'd rather take the risk. I'd rather go through the pain and keep my distance. Becoming a suicidal psychopath was not on my agenda, especially after my promise to Zero. I wouldn't let myself become blinded by darkness too.

"Kaname." I spoke, trying to make my words sound strong, despite my body still lying on the floor in pure agony.

"I would rather do things my way. I understand the risk I am taking, but I do not care. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like you to leave." There it was again. That strong feeling of defiance. It must be a feeling that vampires feel around their so called 'masters'. I hated it. I hated what was becoming of me.

Kaname had a strange look of success, gesturing me to try to stand up.

"You can't even stand. Some risk you are taking." Kaname turned his back on me, touching the door handle with a careful grip.

"Why do you care?" I asked, not caring if I agitated him or not.

Kaname paused, looked at me with the eyes of a distressed lover. What would usually be butterflies in a teens stomach were spiders and crawling bugs in mine.

"Why wouldn't I care for someone I have known all my life?"

What...?

And just like that, he was gone, like he wanted to deliberately stick a cliffhanger on me. Maybe he enjoyed the games, my guessing, the amusing cards he plays.

After hours of constant tearing of bones and torment, my screams continued.