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**Shane**
I was going on two months of being a vampire now and it wasn't getting any easier. Claire and I were growing further and further apart and I didn't know what to do about it. I tried to avoid her as much as possible; I couldn't stand to see the hurt and confusion in her eyes. Didn't she understand that I couldn't trust myself to be around her? I still didn't understand how she could ever forgive me.
There were perks though, I now had mad ninja skills at video games, and I could decapitate fifty zombies in thirty seconds flat. Everyone tried to pretend that things were the same as they always were, but we all knew they weren't.
There was also the blood. And that sucked, pun intended. I liked it, but once I realized what I was drinking, I couldn't get it down. I knew that was dangerous, starving myself like that, I could hurt someone. But I just couldn't drink it. It disgusted me; the fact that I enjoyed it disgusted me even more.
And then Michael had asked me how I was doing. How did he think I was doing? I was the one thing I hated most, my worst nightmare and I couldn't handle it. I couldn't accept the fact that I would be this forever. I couldn't accept that Claire would grow old and die and that I would be left alone.
Frank kept trying to talk to me, so I avoided speakers as much as possible. I couldn't stand to hear the scorn, the disappointment, the hatred that I was bound to hear in his voice. Morganville had claimed my family one by one, I had thought I was the survivor, I was wrong.
I needed to leave the house, leave Claire before I hurt someone like I knew would happen. That was what vampires did, they hurt people, destroyed lives. I couldn't stand to do that to my friends, to Claire. Sure, Michael was different. But he always was. He had had a vamp for a grandpa. He was the golden boy, never got in trouble, and always did the right thing, showed self-control. I was the trouble maker, the delinquent, the town screw up, son of the town drunk. I was impulsive, never thought about things before I said or did something, I was bound to screw up, just like always. And it hurt knowing that, man it hurt more than any of them, even Claire could or would ever know.