Abbey's POV

On my way home, I run into Erica. I thought about trying to hide from her again, but I remembered that I had to act like everything was okay.

"Abbey," Erica sighed. "Thank God."

"What?" I ask her, acting oblivious.

"I was looking all over for you," she explained. "Where were you?"

"I went for a walk."

"In the woods?"

"Yeah," I say. "I did it all the time back home."

I continue to walk home, with Erica following me.

I turn around and look at her.

"You don't have to follow me," I tell her, getting annoyed.

"How do I know that you won't disappear on me again?" she asks.

I sigh and turn around, doing my best to ignore her.

I get up the stairs to my front door, and she's still beside me.

"Seriously Erica," I say. "Go home."

"I can't," Erica said.

"And why not?" I ask, knowing what she was going to say.

"Because-" Erica was cut short by my mom opening the door. The look on my mom's face was a mix of relief and anger.

"Abbey! Where have you been?" my mother demanded.

"Uh…" I trail off, looking at Erica.

"She was at my house," Erica covered for me. "We fell asleep studying for this huge test on Monday."

My mom nods at Erica and looks at me.

"Is that true?" she asks me.

"Yes ma'am," I tell her.

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" my mom asked.

"Because it died," I explain. "I'm sorry. I forgot to call you."

"You think?" she said.

I knew we weren't quite out of the clear just yet. My mom was looking over the clothes I was wearing.

"Did you have a hot date last night too?" my mom asks me, scrutinizing my clothes.

"That was actually my fault," Erica tells her. "We were going to go out to a movie, but decided to stay in and study instead."

"Mmhm," my mom wasn't buying it. "Get in this house right this minute Abigayle Benson."

I knew I was in deep crap when she called me by my real name. However, I was lucky she invited me in without even knowing it.

"Erica," my mom said. "Thank you for bringing her home. But I do not appreciate you two lying to me."

How she knew I was lying, I had no idea. She usually always bought my lies, but apparently not this time.

"Yes, Mrs. Benson," Erica said politely. "I'll see you at school on Monday, Abbey."

I nod at her, fearing that if I spoke, my mom would get even more pissed. We watched Erica walk down the steps, to the sidewalk and then my mom closed the door.

She turned around to face me, and she was not happy.

"Abigayle Elizabeth Benson," my mother started. "You better have a pretty good explanation as to where you've been all night."

I was in deeper crap than I thought. She used my full name. I figured I'd better go with honesty. Honesty was always the best policy.

I take a deep breath, preparing myself to tell my mother what I actually did last night, fearing her repercussions.

"What really happened," I let out the breath I'd been holding. "Was that yesterday, I met some really cool people who were friends with Erica. I also met this guy named Jesse."

"Is this so-called 'Jesse' cute?" my mother asked, like only she would.

"Yes," I continue, choosing to skip over the part where Jesse was sort of my boyfriend. "There was a party at his house last night, that Erica dragged me to."

"An unsupervised party?" my mom asked.

"Yes, mother," I tell her condescendingly. "Most teenagers have unsupervised parties on Friday nights." I looked at her face, and knew what her next question was going to be. "No, there was no drinking at this party, I can promise you."

There actually was drinking going on at that party, but not the way she was thinking.

"Okay," she sighed. "Tell me the rest of the story."

From this point on in my explanation, I had to lie about a few things, because I knew she was going to freak out over them.

"It was like eleven when we left," I lie. "And my phone had died and I forgot my house keys, so I just crashed at Erica's."

"And you had just woken up when you got here?" she asked.

"Yes," I lie, straight to her face.

"At two-thirty in the afternoon?" my mom asks, skeptically.

"We're teenagers," I point out. "We need our sleep."

"Okay," she says, resigned. "I'll let you off with a warning this time."

This time? Did she expect me to break her rules some more?

"Thank you!" I give her a kiss on the cheek and run up the stairs, grateful that she bought the parts of the story that I had to lie about.

I decided to take a shower. For some reason, my transformation had made me feel disgusting.

The hot water felt good on my muscles, it was like the water was unknotting the knots that had built up in my back from the day before.

I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me, then padded to my room.

I put on my favorite sweats and an oversized t-shirt and climbed into my bed. I was exhausted.

I hit play on my iHome, so I could fall asleep to music.

"If I die young,

Bury me in satin,

Lay me down on a bed of roses,

Sink me in the river at dawn,

send me away with the words of a love song.

Uh oh, Uh oh."

How ironic that my iPod would play this song since I was already technically 'dead.'

"Lord make me a rainbow,

I'll shine down on my mother.

She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors.

Oh, and life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no.

Ain't even gray,

But she buries her baby.

The sharp knife,

Of a short life.

Well, I've had just enough time.

If I die young,

Bury me in satin,

Lay me down on a bed of roses,

Sink me in the river at dawn,

Send me away with the words of a love song…"

At that point of the song, I was so far gone into dozing off, that I couldn't even make out the lyrics. Of course, having the pillow over my head didn't help my case either.

When I wake up from my nap, I'm still exhausted and a little sore. I look at the clock on my iHome. 5:45 PM. I slept for three hours? I must've been tired.

I get out of bed, and walk to my door. When I open it, there's a delicious smell coming from somewhere in the kitchen.

I go downstairs to the kitchen to see what my mom was making. She was at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smelled so delicious.

"What're you making?" I ask coming up behind her. "It smells absolutely wonderful."

"I'm glad to see that you're awake, Sleeping Beauty," she said. "I'm making soup."

"Well, it smells delicious," I tell her.

"Thank you honey," she says. "I hope that you're hungry."

I was hungry, but I didn't feel like eating solid food. I felt like something different…

I realized that I was craving blood.

I rushed up to my room and grabbed my cell off of the nightstand.

I searched through the contacts until I got to Benny's.

Thankfully, we all exchanged phone numbers when I was at Ethan's earlier.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"C'mon Benny, pick up."

"Hello," He answers. "You're speaking to Benny, aka Han Solo, the man of your dreams."

I roll my eyes.

"Dude, seriously?" I ask him, instantly annoyed. "Do I really look like Princess Leia to you?"

"Who's this?" he asks.

"Abbey," I inform him.

"Oh," Benny. "What's up baby?"

I sigh. He was being so cocky. I hated when guys did that.

"I need your help with something," I say.

"Anything you want," he promises.

"Do you remember how earlier Sarah said that your grandma had made her a blood substitute?"

"Yeah…" he trails off. "Why?"

"I think I need some," I admit. "I think I just had serious blood-craving a few minutes ago, and I really don't want to kill my mother."

"Okay," Benny replies. "I'll be there in ten."

"Thank you," I say, grateful.

"No problem, baby," Benny says.

"Oh, and Benny?" I say, before I hang up.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"Call me 'baby' again," I threaten him. "And I'll destroy every single Star Wars thing you own, and then some."

I hung up before he could say anymore.

All I could do now was hope that Benny could get here before the blood lust kicked in.

The song Abbey was listening to was If I Die Young by The Band Perry. Also, I don't own MBV, and thanks for the reviews. So please continue to read and review :).