It's one in the afternoon, and the sun is beating down on me. It doesn't hurt, because I'm wearing Calypso's ring, and Jonah's wearing the other one. Today's the day where we pull away. When we won't see each other for two months. Well, I won't be able to see him, but he will see me. Mom and Dad are already on the plane with Jonah, and I was at the nearby Starbucks getting a coffee. My skin was too cold. It felt like soft, squishy ice. I made my way into the plane, sitting next to Jonah, and waiting for the plane to take off.

When we landed, we rushed to Everett, Jonah's well-missed pickup truck. I settled in the passenger's seat while Mom and Dad put their things in the back and sat in the back seats. Jonah sat down, closed the door to his side and stared at his steering wheel for a moment. He sighed, and started the car. I knew something was wrong, something bothered him. I didn't know what. I could read his mind, if he would teach me. But right now, I feel like a human, not a vampire. I was quiet all through the ride, drinking a blood bag donated by Mom. They were all quiet, and I was taking in the sound of, well, of everything. I heard Dad's steady breathing and Jonah's slow heart beats. It almost put me to sleep. Almost. But I was awake the whole ride. After hours of being on the road, there was a place that looked familiar to me. Mom's house. It didn't feel like home anymore, though. Jonah looked at me, but I didn't meet his eyes. I opened the door to my side and stepped out after my parents. They grabbed my things, even though I offered to take them myself, given that I can handle almost five times as much weight as I used to, but they insisted that they'd carry it. I followed them to the front of the house, but something grabbed my arm before I could even step inside the house. It was Jonah.

"Are you ignoring me?" he asked, turning me around so I could meet his eyes.

"No," I simply stated.

"You're upset."

"We already talked about this. I know that you feel the same way that I do, Jonah, but I just w-" I felt cold, soft lips against my own and realized that Jonah had kissed me. I didn't know what to do, where to put my hands, so I kept them beside me, with my hands balled up into loose fists. My insides churned and my stomach did back flips. As soon as I thought the kiss would go deeper, he pulled away, leaving me wanting more.

"I know you're upset," he whispered, sending a chill up my spine. "And believe me, I am, too. I wouldn't leave you like this."

"Then don't," I added. "Stay here."

"There's something I need to take care of. I'll be back as soon as possible."

"Well those two months couldn't be farther away."

He cracked a smile and grabbed my fists. "I'm going to miss you."

I nodded. "I'm gonna miss you, too."

"You'll do fine, Elora. I know you won't hurt anyone."

I nodded, pulling away slightly. "I'll see you soon." Everything inside of me tried to make me say it. Tried to make me tell him how I feel about him. Because what if he didn't come back? That would be my only chance. I opened my mouth to say it. But quickly shut it. Jonah noticed and raised an eyebrow, but I shook my head.

"It was nothing," I said quietly. "I'll see you in two months."

Jonah stood there for a while, eyeing me, but I wouldn't meet his eyes. If I did, I would start crying like a baby, so I just looked at my hands. He stepped closer and kissed my cheek, whispering something in my ear that I couldn't quite understand and walking to Everett. I stood there on the front steps of Mom's house, watching as Jonah got in his truck, and drove away. It was as if a part of me got ripped out. I don't know how, but I became infuriated. I charged in Mom's house, shutting the door behind me and going up to my old room, noticing that my parents had already put my things upstairs. My things. The clothes Jonah had bought me. I pressed my back against my bedroom door and felt my bottom lip quivering as I slid down the length of it until I was sitting down. I felt something wet on my forearm and noticed I was crying. I wiped my face with my hands and smelled something so . . . . delicious. I got up, letting my nose lead the way. I searched through a suitcase that I didn't know I had and opened it up. It was a suitcase full of blood bags. They were lukewarm, so I rushed to put them in the mini fridge I've had in my bedroom for about five years now. I stuffed them in there and took one out, drinking the blood from inside the bag. Once I was finished, I tossed the bag aside and looked in the mirror. Now that I have on one of Calypso's rings, I can see my reflection. I saw how flawless my skin had gotten. Not a blemish in sight. My eyes were the color of red velvet and my teeth were whiter. I turned my head a bit to the right, seeing the bite marks on the left part of my neck. I let it all sink in.

It happened. I can't change who I am. I'm immortal. I'm a vampire.

A month has passed since I've seen Jonah, and I don't feel the same. I haven't eaten a meal with my parents in that time period. Even though they're divorced, they still put up with each other. Actually, they've never been happier with each other. I could hear them laughing due to my inhuman hearing. I've actually self-taught myself. I know how to read minds, how to specifically listen to something or someone, and I know how to turn into a bat. I've already got the super-speed part down when I went for a jog.

It's November 30th, well, actually it's December 1st, given that it's one in the morning. I don't actually know where I was running to, but then I noticed I was right in front of the dark woods. Where Hotel Transylvania is. I held my breath and stepped through the thick, dry bushes and shimmied by the trees. I saw a clear path and took off running. It took a while to realize what way I should've gone, and at first, I thought I was lost. But then I stopped, feeling my the heels of my shoes skid on the concrete, and saw the grand building known as Hotel Transylvania in front of me. I barely even took a step forward and that's when I saw Everett pulling up in front of Hotel Transylvania. My heart sank and I was sure it was Jonah. The driver's seat door opened and out came the man I fell in love with a month and a half ago. He walked towards the door of Hotel Transylvania and opened the door, stepping inside. I'm about to take a step, and then I'm pulled backwards, back into the woods, landing flat on my back with someone on top of me. It was Mavis.

"Who are you?" she hissed, looking into my eyes. "And what're you doing h-" She stopped talking, examining my face and her lips parted slightly. "Oh, my . . . God. E-Elora? Is that you?"

I nodded slowly. "It's me."

"Who . . . how did you . . . WHEN?"

"I was turned about a month and a half ago. You wanna know who turned me? Jonah did. He turned me."

Her eyes widened, and she slumped to the side. "I can't believe it. My little cousin Jonah. . . but I thought he would never ever do that?"

"I was dying. He couldn't save me with his blood, so I begged him to turn me. He didn't want to. And now I don't know where he is." Those last words made my bottom lip quiver. "I haven't seen him in a month. A-and he's in there. In Hotel Transylvania."

Mavis stood up, brushing off the dirt on his knee-length black skirt and helped me up. "Go ahead." I smiled, getting up quickly and using my super speed to run inside the hotel before the door shut. I looked around, not seeing a single person . . . or should I say monster. I run to the first counter, looking down and seeing a baby wolf. A werewolf. She looks up at me with wide, gray eyes and points towards the elevator. I make my way to the elevator, then remember something. Ha! Who needs elevators when you know how to fly? I morph into a bat and fly out of one window, making my way upwards to the top story. Then I hear him. His voice. I perch on the window sill outside and use my superhuman hearing to listen.

"She's safe," Jonah says to someone. "But I get this feeling something's gonna happen."

"Tell me, my dear nephew, did you turn her? Is she one of us?" It's Dracula.

"Yes, I did. I wouldn't have turned her if she didn't try to kill herself. It's all Solomon's fault! He hypnotized her and made her try to kill me. I cut it off for a while, and I knew Solomon would re-hypnotize her when he got up. And Elora did, too. So she made a choice. She said it was either me at the end of that stake or her. And she chose herself."

"So . . . she sacrificed herself for you?"

"Yes, pretty much."

"And a day later you just drop her off at her house and wish her good luck? Are you mad, Jonah!? She's a newbie vampire and you know how they can't control their urges! How did she feed? How did she know what to d-"

"I left a suitcase full of blood bags I stole from a blood bank. It was no biggie. It was at least a month's worth or more."

"What if she runs out? Have you checked up on her? For crying out loud, Jonah! You're making me hyperventilate! Or I might be having an anxiety attack. Or both!"

"I've checked up on her when she was sleeping. Nothing big, just sat in a tree and watched her to see if anything was wrong. Sometimes I would come by when it was sunny, because that's when she's out and about, but other than that, I haven't actually talked to her. And - - I don't think she would like to see me. Uncle, I read her mind before I left. She hated me for leaving. She must regretting stabbing herself with that stake for me."

That's not true, I thought. I would take a million stakes for you.

"I can't show myself," Jonah said.

"Why not? Go now and surprise her. She must be sleeping, right?"

"What if she doesn't want to see me?"

"Trust me, my dear boy, I'm positive she wants to see you." That's when I knew that Dracula could hear me, could read my thoughts from where he was. Well, he's Dracula, after all. Can't forget that he's the oldest, most powerful vampire in the world. I heard footsteps leaving the room and I took off flying to go back home. Jonah's coming to see me! I cheered in my head. C'mon, wings! Fly faster!

When I got home, I threw myself in my window, forgetting that I'm supposed to have a good distance between me and the ground, and ended up falling on my face when I landed. I rushed over to my mirror, fixed my hair a million times and sat criss-cross in bed. And waited. And waited.

Hours passed. I checked my clock. Over. And over. And over again. Before I knew it, it was seven in the morning. Six hours have passed. And Jonah was no where to be found. I gave up. He didn't come.

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