Time had passed. The illness slowly passed, though I still felt some side effects. It still burned, like it had at the start, I was hungry for something more than food. Everything I ate didn't satisfy my needs. Still, I tried to push the memories of that night away from my mind, and I made my way to my parent's house.

Everyone looked at me as I entered their almost too big mansion. My mother and father, especially, stared at me in astonishment. I didn't know what to do, so I just smiled and made my way through the big crowd. My mother and father hugged me as I went up to them and they smelt wonderful, and it reminded me how hungry I was.

"Son, what are you doing here?" Mrs Carter said to me as I inhaled the sweet scent that was calling my name. I couldn't think of a reply, my mind focusing on the scent. My mother looked at me daringly, as though she knew something was up. Her eyes strained to focus on my pale face and I suddenly snapped back in to the present.

"Erm ... Yeah I've just decided I've spent way too long away from you guys," I lied exceedingly. I couldn't even tell myself why I was there. Maybe something in my mind drew me towards this gathering. Maybe it was something in the air. That sweet scent. My mother and Father looked at me with shocked eyes. Of course, I would never just go to see them for them.

"Well, since your here there are some people that want to meet you. Oh, and Jared and Tess are here." I nodded and made my way through the crowd once again.

My former home had definitely changed since i had been a child. It seemed much larger, the white walls stretched high, and the floors seemed to flourish the mansion with elegance. I was never ashamed of being born in to a rich family. I always wanted to go to a public school, but my mother persisted that I go to a private school, mainly because she knew I would have been picked on. She also wanted me to have a proper education, whatever that was.

I made my way up the large staircase. I had to get out of the crowd, the scent almost too much to bear.

My room was the same I had left it. It glowed delightfully, the cream and yellow walls made it the perfect children's haven. I was never allowed poster or anything a normal teenager boy was allowed. I had clean picture perfect walls, a gold bed and the biggest collection of toys you could ever imagine. I walked over and sat down on the bed. It was soft and made out of the finest materials. Its gold satin cover shimmered in the late spring light. I noticed I was sweating madly. It dripped off my forehead like rain, and it felt strange because of the temperature. I was hungry, and I felt it now, not in my stomach, but in my whole body. It burned through my brain like a forest fire. Everything around me seemed to daze, the child-like fantasy room going out of sight. Sofia appeared through the window as quickly as I had become dazed. She was the last person I wished to see, but she was also the only person I knew would be able to help me. As far as I could see, she was fumbling around with something outside the window, and then she pulled herself through it, landing perfectly balanced.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she burst with anger.

"Since when can you tell me what to do?" I burst back with just as much anger. My whole body shook.

"Since I was your master, now hurry up and leave through the front door."

I considered my options then before I actually made a decision. I could have left with her and she would help me to the most that I needed, and I could have also stayed, to which I might have never known what would have happened, and if I was dangerous, I wouldn't dare put them at risk. It looked as if I only had one real option.

"I'll be there in a minute," I let out with a breathless sigh, "I have to say goodbye to my parents. I hope you understand?" Sofia nodded lightly in reply, her whole body dropping elegantly out of the window in one swift move.

I gathered myself together, fixing my hair in the mirror and sorting my tie. As I made my way down the stairs, my mother looked up at me concerned, her eyes darting over my overheated body. She could tell something was wrong, a mother's instinct. She hurried over to me, stopping in mid conversation with someone, a tall man with grey hair and a wrinkled face.

Mother herself was ageing. Her hair once bursting with colour was now grey, silver streaks running through it. Her lips pursed into concern, had small prominent wrinkles around it, her cheekbones were caved and there was little life in her face, although she was generally a happy person and wouldn't be seen without one of her charming smiles.

How long had I been away from them? It seemed they had aged ten years over the past few months, they seemed ... old. I didn't know how long I would be away from them; I didn't even know whether I would ever see them again.

"Liam, honey, what's wrong?" she seemed generally concerned. What happens if I was dying? How would I let them down gently?

"Mum, nothing is wrong, I'm just coming down with a bug or something. Where is Dad?" Her expressions seemed less concerned when I stated I was coming down with a bug.

"He's out in the gardens, talking to the Mayor," she said proudly, her party attracting important people of the city. I sighed. It seemed too important to interrupt. Tears almost came to my eyes and I had to sniff them back in case my mother took note.

"Honey, are you crying? You're really scaring me." Her brow was creased into a hundred wrinkles.

"Bye mum, say bye to dad for me." I hugged her tight, embracing what could be our last hug ever.

"I will."

I left the party, my eyes stinging, and the hunger grew ever more. Sofia was waiting for me in the courtyard. Even though she hadn't come in, she had dressed up for the occasion, maybe to blend in.

"So what are you going to do with me" I asked with my teeth clenched and my fists bundled tightly.

"Oh don't be so over dramatic." She laughed mockingly. I was shocked she was that sadistic.

"Well, I've never seen someone quite over enthusiastic about killing someone before." She stopped abrupt. Her hair swayed slowly in the wind as it whispered down the drive, the trees shook softly. She gave me a dark look, something I had never seen before. Her face looked beautiful but dangerous at the same time.

"Know this Liam; I would never kill any human. Yes I am a vampire," her eyes scanned my face for any sign of expression at the word, so I tried to remain motionless, "but I would never hurt anyone to feed my hunger." We stood for a moment in silence. The man back at the hotel flashed in my mind.

"What about the man in the hotel, he was all hypnotised and stuff-"

"But not dead," she cut me off. "I fed from him yes, but I did not harm him in any way. Sometimes I need some human blood in my system so I can stay strong, otherwise I can't protect myself. The hypnotising is something we vampires pick up on, a natural gift I suppose." I looked at her, a bit of a confused look upon my face. She relaxed and shrugged her shoulders, laughing a bit as we continued our walk.

"So what about me? Am I a vampire?" The word bit on the inside of my jaw, but I shook it off with a sharp look in Sofia's direction.

"Not yet. You're going through the transformation. I'm surprised it took so long, after all it should only take a few weeks not a few months," she made a face, "but it is happening now whether you like it or not." I looked at her, wondering whether I was giving her an evil glare or a satisfied scowl that I had been able to make her tell me everything. I felt the hunger burning through me once more, and my legs gave way, as I sprawled out on the small and gravelled road. Sofia sighed and rolled her eyes, as if I was being dramatic or over emphasising my pain, but she did kneel down and picked me up from the cold ground. I was surprised she was able to lift me, but yet again I wasn't remembering she was a vampire. Her bones would be thrice as strong as a normal human, even stronger. When she picked me up she did grunt a bit.

"Oh, you are getting heavy! It must be taking affect then." With that we suddenly were taking off through the woods at a fair rate. The wind was whistling in my ear as it passed us. I wondered where Sophia was taking me, but I was more obsessed with the fact that I was going to become a vampire. I was going to be strong. I was going to be inhuman. It all felt like a big dream, like it wasn't real. I was just to be shaken from it and then everything would be normal. But half of me didn't even want normal. Half of me wanted to enjoy this adventure, if that was what it was. I wanted a taste of something new, and I was able to get it from Sophia.

We headed back to the hotel. Sophia managed to get by quickly without anyone seeing. Vampires were also extremely fast. We headed to the elevator. We waited until we reached the floor I had visited last time when I saw Sophia and the crazed man, who now I know Sophia fed from, and in to her suite with a glide rather than a stride.

Her room was much different than I thought. The typical vampire was expected to have dark rooms, high ceilings and coffins for beds, but Sophia's was different. It was bright and airy, the walls a bright red making the room warm and cosy. There was, to my surprise, a large bed at the far left corner of the room. I stopped exploring the room for a minute to impose a question on Sophia.

"I didn't know vampires sleep?" I asked disbelievingly in between grunts of pain as she laid me down on the bed. It was soft and heaven like that I could only lie still as relaxed as I could get in my state. She only smiled as she propped me in to a comfortable position.

"We don't my friend. I just like to lie down and close my eyes, a sort of meditation if you like. It makes me feel human for a bit." She said this with a bit of sadness in her voice; it was concealed beneath her though. She never dared show it.

"Do you miss being human?" I almost wished I hadn't asked that question, because she looked away, her face saddened.

"Yes I do. I would never choose this life for myself, and that is why I am sorry to you for what I've done to you." I just stared at her with widened eyes. I felt ashamed of myself for thinking that Sophia loved to torture people and drink blood. After a short pause she spoke.

"I'm going to go get someone who will be able to help you. I'll be back, don't worry." She leaned over and dared to give me a kiss. Her lips felt cold and marble like, but it also felt nice and passionate. She leaned back again and walked out the door in a slow manner, as if stammering over what she had just done. When she closed the door behind her, I felt myself exhaling heavily, no realisation I had been holding my breath.