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"How is she?" Mom asks Jonah, who's right beside my bed. We're at the hotel. My mind is conscious, but I can't get my opens to open, and I can't move any part of my body. All I can do is breathe, and listen. "Is she okay? How's her breathing? Did her wound heal completely?"

I can hear Jonah chuckling. "She's fine. Her body's changing, coping with the fact that the core of her DNA is altering. Enhancing, if you will," Jonah answers. "I promise you, she's alright."

"This is the first time I've seen her in over a month, not counting the extra month that she's spent with her father and away from me, but nonetheless, I miss my baby. And now she's a . . . a - "

"A monster?"

"A . . . vampire."

"You can go ahead and say it. Call me a monster. A killer. I didn't want to this to her. I didn't want to curse her."

"You saved her life. Yes, her father and I are vampire hunters, and . . . maybe we despise vampires, but that's our daughter. We can't hate her. Or the man who saved her life. I know a good man when I see one. If you were a so called 'monster', you would've killed her or to the very least drank her blood."

"I did that. I drank her blood. But I didn't force it. I didn't even want it because I knew I would want more. It was when Elora shot Solomon's daughter. The bullet went through me and into her. Elora got me out of there and drove off and convinced me to drink her blood. If it was up to me I would've just drank animal blood. It won't heal me as fast, but blood is blood."

The mattress sunk, the only sign that Mom had sat down on the bed near me. "When she wakes up, what will happen?" Dad asked, coming out from the bathroom.

"Well, she'll most likely need to feed," Jonah answered. "I could go hunt down a few squirrels or something real quick. I really fast on my feet if you didn't notice back at the warehouse."

"I'll give blood," Mom said quickly. There was a silence in the room. She broke that awkward silence. "She's my daughter. Her father won't give any blood because he's sick right now and I don't want him getting our daughter sick." I think she forgot the fact that vampires can't get sick. They're immortal. "I'll give her my blood so she can feed."

I heard Jonah sigh and he got up from beside me. "I'll be back. Don't take your eyes off her. There are stakes and holy water in the second drawer beside the television set just in case a vampire or two comes in. And please, don't you think about killing me. I'm your only hope on keeping your daughter healthy and alive in her new form. Unless you want your daughter to rot, I suggest you plan on aiming those stakes at the bad guys, not me." I hear a door close, and as soon as he leaves, I can hear everything. My parents' hearts beating, someone coughing outside, their heart beats, everything.

I wake up shortly after Jonah leaves, and I sit there, not looking at my parents. Even though Mom is caressing me by passing her petite hand through my hair, and Dad is sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at me. I don't know what to say. My head hurts. I can read their thoughts, and I have enough strength in me to push their thoughts aside, because I can't actually understand them. I'm getting more than their thoughts, I'm getting the thoughts from the people in the rooms next to us. It's as if I was in the middle of a crowd of people having meaningless, loud conversations while I'm trying to focus on one voice. That voice would be mine. I can't even hear my own thoughts.

"Back!" Jonah calls as he slips into the motel room as he holds a bag of something. It's sunny outside. Jonah looks right at me when he sees that I'm awake, puts the bag down on the floor and rushes toward me. He looks like a blur for a second until I see that he's right in front of me. He's hugging me, really hard.

"I'm so glad you're awake," he says softly, knowing that my ears are very sensitive to sound right now. He pulls away, holding me firmly by my shoulders and looking me in my eyes. "Tell me, how do you feel?"

"I . . . can hear everything. I can see everything I couldn't see before. I feel dizzy and hungry and -"

"Look at your eyes," he says to himself with a smile. "You're definitely changing." He holds up my cell phone, but I don't see my reflection. My lips part and my jaw threatens to drop.

"I d-don't see anything," I stutter.

Jonah shoves his hand into his pocket, as if remembering something, and smiles at me when he says, "I have something for you." He pulls out his hand, that's now in a fist, and opens it. Sitting in the middle of his palm is one of Calypso's rings.

"How'd you get it back?" I ask, the question getting caught in my throat and I almost choke.

"Oh, you missed it all. Snapping Solomon's neck didn't kill him because he will heal. It was only a set-back for him. After I turned you and you blacked out, I took the stake I was using when we were about to fight, and killed him."

"You . . . you killed Solomon?!"

"It was easier than you think. The henchmen didn't suspect a thing because they were all gone, smoking a few joints in the woods and compelling their victims to let them feed off of them."

"So, that's it?" I asked. "It's done? Everything's back to normal?"

"Everything but you." He frowns a bit. "I still hate myself for turning you."

"It was the right thing to do," Dad said with a sigh. "Or else she wouldn't be alive right now. It doesn't matter if I hate vampires, but now that my daughter's one of them, I can't do that anymore."

"So, you're going to stop hunting vampires?" I asked.

"Heavens, no!" he chuckles. "I just won't hate you or Jonah!"

"At least I'm off his kill list," Jonah says with a chuckle. "And that's better than nothing."

I could see the way Mom was looking at me. She was upset about something. I was going to ask her what's wrong, until she rested a gentle hand on my knee and looked me in my eyes. "Elora . . ." she started. Jonah looked at her. He already knew what she was going to say. But I didn't. "The three of us talked about this while we were driving back here, and . . ." She cleared her throat. "How do I say this? Uh, baby girl, you're coming home with us."

I raised an eyebrow. "That's a bad thing?"

"She left out something else," Dad added.

Mom continued by saying, "Jonah isn't coming with us. H-"

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed.

"There's still some things I have to do before I go back to Romania. You've missed a month without your parents, and you're getting that month back. Plus the month you haven't been with your mother, and that's how long I'll be gone and -"

"W-what," I whispered, barely audible. "You're . . . leaving? For two months? I won't see you for that long?"

Jonah slowly nodded, not meeting my eyes. "It's going to be good for you. You'll be together with your family again. And I'll be out of the picture for a while so it'll be as if this never happened."

"But it did happen! I'm a vampire now! I can't waltz around in the sunlight and -" Jonah cut me off by tapping the finger that Calypso's ring was on.

"You have the ring."

"Exactly. I'll be reminded everyday about what happened. About what - - - who I am now." I shook my head, not believing what I was hearing. The rest came out like a whisper. "Are you really leaving?"

"I'm coming back on Christmas."

"Two months away . . ."

I sunk back into my mattress, wanting to ball up, shrink and disappear from sight. I was now lying down and covering my eyes with one hand, not wanting to look at anyone right now. I can't see Jonah for two months . . . I thought to myself. Dammit, Elora! Get your shit together! Don't cry! And I didn't. Thankfully. I stood up, threw my legs over the side of the bed and headed towards the door, noticing I was wearing a different shirt. Someone had changed my shirt into a deep blue tank top, but I was still in my skinny jeans. With his super speed, Jonah stood in front of me, and I shimmied right by him, not even grazing him as I walked past. I stepped out of the motel room, flooded with warm sunlight and Jonah grabbed my wrist.

"Where are you going?" Jonah asked.

"Just let me go," I murmured, not making eye contact.

"I'm not letting you leave."

"Why? Aren't you already doing that?" I spat. He flinched and loosened his grip on me. "If we're going home, then why shouldn't we just go? Just to spare to agony."

"You're not the only one hurting. I have to see you go, and I can't see you for two months. Don't think that I don't have any feelings for you, because you're wrong. If I could, I would spend every moment with you, but I can't. I'm doing this for you and your parents. Not for me. I have business to take care of and I'd like it if you weren't here to witness it. Because, trust me, it isn't going to be pretty. I'd rather you spend two months happy with your family then in agony over here."

I only met his eyes for a split second, then looked at my feet. "I just need to take a walk."

"You need to feed. Your mom already said she'd -"

"I'm not drinking from my mom."

Jonah gave a sigh, and nodded. He pulled me back in the motel room, locking the door - which it wouldn't help because I could just open it back up - and dug into the plastic bag he brought. He took out an empty blood bag, a small plastic tube, an empty syringe and walked towards my mother, looking her in the eye and asking her, "May I?". Mom held out her arm and Jonah carefully put the IV into her arm, and giving her the empty blood bag. She made a fist over and over again, and I watched as the blood slowly flowed through the small plastic tube and into the bag. I turned away, feeling an aching pain in my mouth. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked over my shoulder quick, as if I was slapped. It was Jonah. He had a concerned look on his face. He inspected my eyes again, getting closer to my face this time.

"You're hungry," he said softly. "Let me see your teeth. C'mon, smile."

I didn't move my mouth, nonetheless smile. Jonah put his thumbs above my top lip and pulled my upper lip upwards, exposing my teeth. "Yep," he adds. "Your fangs are coming out. Does it hurt?" I pry his hands off of my mouth, finding it easier to do so given that I'm stronger now, and nod at him. "Of course, you're a newbie, so it'll be hard to control your urges. Don't look at your mom right now. Actually, don't look at your parents. Focus on me. I'm not human so you won't be tempted to atta- I mean . . . you won't be tempted to feed off me."

I look at him, feeling my mouth watering. And I accidentally take a glance at Dad, who's caressing Mom's face. And I see a tear going down her face. My eyes travel from her face to the blood bag and I feel my body pushing itself toward her. Jonah grabs my arm and pulls me back.

"What did I just tell you?" he asked.

"S-sorry," I said, shutting my eyes and turning away from my parents. "How am I going to last two months without you? Who knows, maybe I'll - -" I pretended to clear my throat and lowered my voice. "Maybe I'll hurt my parents."

"I know you won't."

"How can you be so sure? We can't take half a day to teach me how to control myself. It's impossible."

"You're strong enough not to let that happen. I know you are. Trust me. It won't happen."

I sighed, resting my forehead on Jonah's chest, hating him for leaving, but loving him for staying, if that makes any sense. I wouldn't dare say it. Wouldn't dare tell him how I feel about him. I know he's into me, it's obvious, but what if he doesn't feel like that. I can't.

"I promise I'll be back," he says, stroking hair ever so gently. "It'll go by fast. I'll check in every once in a while."

"You'll . . check in?" I asked, not knowing what that meant. "So, I'll get to see you?"

"Well . . . no. I'll see you, though. I'm just, uh, how you say, keeping tabs. Making sure you're okay. If you're in any real danger, I'll be there."

"How will you know if I'm in danger?"

"Oh, trust me, I'll know. I always find a way."

I ended up drinking Mom's blood from the blood bag as if it were a glass of Coca Cola. I finished the whole bag in less than five minutes. It settled down the cravings and urges, but it didn't take them away. I wanted more. Thankfully, I had enough self-control to, well, to control myself, of course. Jonah made me sleep when the sun went down. At first, I couldn't, but then he laid down next to me on top of the covers while I was under. My parents somewhat approved of that with a slight nod. I expected that from him, since, you know, Jonah's been around for a few centuries, so I'm sure he's had plenty of girlfriends and plenty of time to practice on how to be a good boy friend.

"Good night," Jonah said, his arm slithering under my neck, making me curl up closer to him.

"Good night," I whispered back, thinking to myself, Please don't leave.

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