Chapter Eight

I woke up in an alley. In between two garbage cans, I used one of them as support when I tried with a horrendous amount of difficulty to stand up. My back cracked several times and my legs felt as if I had ran a complete marathon. As I blinked, my eyes became steady and I was finally able to make out some of the things around me, besides the fly-ridden trashcans beside me. The building that were surrounding me were brick, and must've been at least fifteen stories high.

In time, most of my senses came back to normal. I gagged, accidentally taking in a huge breath of the disgusting rubbish-filled air, and pushed myself away from them in order to take a breath of semi-clean, non-toxic filled air. But no matter how far I walked, the stench lingered in my aching nose.

Clothes hung on lines above, and I could just barely see a light flicker through one of the windows on one of the upper floors. I wanted to yell for help, but I couldn't find my voice. I realized that not only were my legs stiff, heavy, and throbbing, a piece of glass was jutting out of my sun-kissed, glowing, skin. Blood ran smoothly down into my tennis-shoe, and my sock, which was originally white, was now died a dark, rich, red.

This time when I tried yelling for help, a small grunt managed to escape my lips, but it was no use, because no one was around to hear me. I looked down at the end of the alley, and my heart leapt. There were people tottering by, just as if it was a normal situation on a normal day.

"Hey!" I yelled again. This time, my voice was almost completely back. But still, nobody stopped, or even turned to listen. Leaning against the brick wall, I turned to my calf again. I had heard time and time again, and watched many movies to know that you were not supposed to take an object that was protruded into your skin out until you were in professional care, but I panicked, and I wanted it, needed it, out of my body.

I put one hand around my calf, to keep it steady, and the other on the closet part of the glass near my skin. With a pitiful amount of hesitation, I finally got enough nerve to tug slightly on the broken piece of glass. I'd never felt anything so painful before in my life. It burned, like someone had poured sulphuric acid all over my body, and I was slowly melting away, and no one could hear me. I screamed out in complete agony, but when I turned my head to see if I had any rescuers, I saw not one bystander coming my way. They just walked on, like I wasn't even there. It killed me.

Once I concluded that the glass would not come out without a fight and a large amount of anguish, I decided to get out of the alley, and then try to get to the nearest hospital. The alley's entrance was only about twelve feet away from me, but when I started to trudge on my journey, it felt like it went on for miles. And with each step, more blood gushed into my shoe, leaving a bloody footprint behind me.

I reached the end of the alley in what seemed like hours, but was probably only about a minute. I knew something was completely wrong once I had stepped out onto the sidewalk. People walked right past me, as if I wasn't there. My heart throbbed and my brain was in a complete panic. Why wouldn't they help me? I screamed again, and then finally grabbed onto a man's arm and pleaded for his help.

"Please help me!" I begged him, a waterfall of tears spurting out of my eyes.

He stopped. And so did everyone else. Clouds covered the shinning sun, shutting out the light, and shutting out my hope. When the man turned to look at me, his face was eerily pale, and his eyes were a beautiful golden coloring. And when he finally smiled at me, his mouth was crowded by two incredibly large fangs.

I screamed again and ran away from him, but stumbled to the ground when a sharp feeling of pain erupted in my body. My leg wound was getting larger and more painful. I cried out again in pain, confusing, fear, and distress, but no one came to rescue me. When the man started to walk towards me, eyeing me as a meal, I realized that there was no fairytale ending. This was a horror. And I was about to become the first murder victim. That is until I saw a man standing in the middle of the road, his hair cut short to his head, and jeans and a leather jacket covering his beautiful pale body. I recognized him in a second.

Frankie.

"Frankie!" I wailed helplessly. He looked up at me in grief, and his torturous stare sent chills throughout my entire body.

I took a deep breath and stood up. Running as fast as I possibly could, I ran straight into Frankie's arms. And even though he was normally cold, I felt warm and safe against his protective body. But when I looked up at him, his face was twisted in pain and solemnity. His eyes drifted from me, to the hungry vampire crowd eyeing us impatiently.

"I'm so sorry Anna," he whispered. I looked at him, and tightened my grip around his body, and pleaded for him to help me, he pried me from himself, and then pushed me into the starving monsters.

And, at that moment, I wasn't exactly sure what hurt worse. The vampires' fangs digging into my flesh, or the fact that the one man I had ever loved, had just killed me.

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I woke up in a puddle of sweat. My heart was racing and my breathing was quick and uneven. But one thought settled my terrified self: It was just a dream.

I pulled the covers off of my steaming body, and pulled the hair off my neck. I was still in Frankie and Edward's guest bedroom. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I pressed my hand to my heart and practiced breathing slowly. But even though I was completely relaxed, something just wasn't right. My pulse was still racing, and as I tried to control my already rapid breaths, they became even shallower with each passing moment, until eventually I felt as if I couldn't breathe.

Standing up, I paced back and forward around the room. I had never had a panic attack before, but I imagined that's what was happening. I pressed my hands against the wall and did slow pushups to try to get my blood rushing. My mouth felt dry and parched, and I felt extremely lightheaded.

Once I finally managed to calm down enough so that the room wasn't spinning, I carefully walked to the door, and walked towards the kitchen. In the hallway, I could see light flickering from the TV, and as I got closer I could just barely hear the soft murmurs of two people talking, over the almost-muted TV show. I figured it was Frankie and Michelle, but I kept completely silent until I made it to the corner of the wall and was able to make out their soft whispers.

"But Frankie, this won't work."

"You don't think I realize that?" he growled back. I heard him sigh angrily.

There was a long pause and then my sister spoke again.

"She needs to leave."

"And what do you want me to do? Drug her and throw her out on the streets?" he growled yet again. It gave me some sort of comfort that he was defending me.

"They're going to come and check on us. They'll know that she's still human. I'm actually quite surprised that we haven't been found out yet. Your lucky that you're on good terms with Bromley. Again, I heard Frankie let out a breath of air.

"What are we going to do?" I heard Michelle whisper again.

"I have no idea. We either throw her out, and have the 99% chance that she'll get eaten alive stuck in our heads, or we could…" he trailed off. But I knew exactly what he was going to say. Change her. Or we could change her. I felt my heart beat faster again. Michelle knew what he was going to say as well.

"Well Goddamn it Frankie. You need to make up your mind! You had the perfect chance, and you decided to listen to your heart. Well, maybe you need to listen to what's best. She's going to die if we keep her human," she said.

I closed my eyes. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to do. At this point, I didn't know anything. I just wanted to crawl into bed and never come out. I had lost everyone. Even if I did leave, where was I to go? Nowhere was safe. And I didn't know if Edward, Elvis, and Audrey were still alive. And even if they were, I had absolutely no idea where they'd be.

"Tomorrow night," he stated.

"Tomorrow night, what?" Michelle asked, even though all three of us knew what he meant.

"I'll change her. Tomorrow night."

My head spun again. My heart raced. And my mouth felt as if there had been a drought of saliva for years. I wanted to protest. To defend myself, but I felt completely helpless. Just like my dream. I felt as though even if I screamed, no one would hear me, or bother to see what was wrong. I'd worked so hard to remain human. I fought for my life time and time again, in the battle against these ruthless bloodsuckers. I would not become one of them now. There was no way. I needed to get out of the house. I remembered that Frankie had told Michelle that he had taken off work, the reason being that I was still adjusting to vampire life, and needed his help. But somehow, I would find a way to get out of here, and go back to find shelter, at whatever it took.

"Good," I heard Michelle whisper. I heard footsteps and realized she had gotten up off the couch, and started walking in my direction. I quickly ran back towards my room but I knew that she was almost around the corner, and seeing my practically sprinting back towards the room would be very suspicious, so I turned around, tried to look as tired as possible, and hoped that my fake "just woke up" act would work.

"Anna! You scared me!" Michelle exclaimed, once she had turned the corner and saw me standing in the hallway. She smiled but then furrowed her eyebrows. "How long have you been in the hallway?" she asked.

"I just woke up. Bad dream," I murmured, running a hand through my soft hair, letting it fall into place naturally. I yawned, which I hope helped create the illusion that my lie had been true, and walked closer. "I need some water."

She smiled again, and followed me into the kitchen, where Frankie was sitting at the island, with a glass full of red liquid. Blood.

I scowled and opened the refrigerator, and pulled out a water bottle. I was surprised that they actually had water. Maybe they had found some, just for me. I shrugged, and closed the fridge door.

"Anna had a bad dream," Michelle said to Frankie, trying to make conversation. "What was it about?"

"You don't want to know," I replied, taking a swig of the water. I could feel Frankie's eyes piercing into me. I refused to look at him.

"No Anna. Tell us," he said sharply, as if he was well aware what it was about.

"Okay, fine," I snapped back, placing the water bottle on the counter and turning to face the two demons sitting at the island.

"I had a dream that I woke up in an alley and was bleeding like crazy out of my leg. And when I called out for help, no one listened to me," I paused and saw Michelle exchange a glance with Frankie. "Finally when I could walk, I ran up to a man and begged him to help me, but instead of helping me, he tried to eat me. And that's when I saw you. So naturally, I ran to you, because I knew if anyone would help me, you would. But instead, you threw me into the pile of starving vampires, and watched as they fucking ate me as their afternoon snack," I spoke quickly, and grew angrier with each word I said.

Michelle looked down at the countertop and said nothing. Frankie just continued to stare at me. They didn't have to speak. I didn't want them to. I broke my eye contact with Frankie turned to face the wall, grabbing onto my water bottle and squeezing it tightly. I could feel both of their eyes digging into my back. It gave me chills. I shook my head and stormed out of the kitchen, walking into my room and slamming the door shut. I walked over to my bed and sat down, leaning against the wall on the other side of the bed. I crossed my arms over my legs, and gently rocked back and forward, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to pour out like a rain storm.

My heart jumped slightly when I heard a knock at the door. I debated whether I should just ignore them, and hope they'd go away, but instead I heard my shaky voice say "its open".

To my surprise, Frankie walked in awkwardly and silently. He didn't meet my gaze, and instead stared down at his feet. I wanted to say something. Anything. The silence was killing me, but I didn't know what I should say. Or what I could say. I guess I could apologize. I shouldn't of been that snappy earlier. Michelle and Frankie had been nothing but nice to me lately, and I knew I should be more appreciative. But how could I? When they were taking my humanity away the next night?

"I'm sorry," I murmured, looking down at my knees, completely lost for any other sensible words.

"For what?" he asked, finally looking up at me.

"I shouldn't of told you my dream. I was just… angry," I said, being completely honest.

He didn't say anything, but instead, sat down on the bed, and then scooted back until his back was against the wall as well. I turned slightly and looked at him. He was beautiful. His pale skin glowed, even in the darkness of the room, only lit by the small amount of light shining through the shades from the moon. And his eyes were piercing, they let off their very own mesmerizing glow, like diamonds. My heart fluttered. I felt as if I was in high school again, on a date with the quarterback of the school's football team. I loved the way he made me feel.

"I would never do that to you," he said.

"Never do what?" I had completely forgotten about the dream now.

"Let them hurt you. I would never let them hurt you," he replied, staring straight across the room at the door.

"Oh."

I looked down at my legs again. I could feel him looking at me now. I wondered if he was thinking about how beautiful I looked, or thinking about how I might taste with a side of French fries. I pushed my thoughts away from that.

I heard him clear his throat anxiously. He put his hand in his pocket and then a few seconds later, pulled it back out, gripping something tiny enough to fit in his fist, which was clenched, covering whatever he was holding.

"Uh, I found this," he stammered, "the night you left," his voice was barely above a whisper. Like it hurt him to think about it. Slowly, he unclenched his hand, and inside was a tiny ring, with a beautiful diamond on top.

It was our engagement ring.

I sat up and felt a few tears run down my cheek. I knew I had lost it, but I couldn't of gone back to the house to get it, so I figured he would've found it, but I never actually thought I'd see it again. It was beautiful. I took it out of his hands and wrapped my hand around it gently. It felt cold, lonely, and dull. Just like me.

"I tried to keep it in perfect condition, but its been so long…" he trailed off. I placed the ring on my ring finger on my left hand. It still fit. Perfectly. I smiled. It felt so amazing, just like it was meant to be there. And it was.

I turned to look at Frankie, who was already looking at me. Feeling more tears coming, I did the only thing I could do. The only thing I wanted to do. I kissed him. And just like everything else in this moment, it was perfect. The kiss was beautiful. Powerful. Despite his cold lips, I felt as if I were on fire. I missed him so much. I had waited so long for this.

Before anything got too out of hand, Frankie pulled away from me. Breathing heavily, he leaned his forehead against mine, kissed me softly, and then got up and left the room. I didn't want him to leave, but I was too shocked, and happy at the same time. It was probably for the best that he left anyway.

After he left, I sat there alone in the room, unable to fall asleep, but too tired to get up and do anything. So I thought. I had so much on my mind, it seemed almost impossible it could all fit into my head. I loved Frankie. Even after everything. After all this time, I could honestly say that I still loved him. And I would do anything to be with him. Would that even include becoming a vampire?

I thought about Elvis, Edward, and Audrey. What if they found the cure? What if they could change Frankie and I back once everything calmed down, and the cure was back? But then again, what if they didn't find the cure? Then I'd be stuck a vampire, and who knew how long that could last until the blood supply ran out, and we all became subsiders and died? I shook my head. I didn't know what to do.

My heart stopped again. I heard another knock. But it came from the window this time, not the door. If I opened the blinds, and it was the military, I'd be done for. But what if it wasn't them? I stared at the window again, until I heard the knock again. I heard some murmuring coming from outside, and I froze again, trying to make out their voices, but it was impossible.

Hesitantly, I stood up and made my way to the window. My heart thumping wildly against my chest, I slowly pulled the blinds, but when I looked out, there was nobody there. I was just about to close it again, but then I heard a muffled whisper. "Anna?"

Audrey.

I almost screamed in delight. Quickly, I opened the window and peered outside. Edward, Elvis, and Audrey all stepped into my view. I hung practically halfway out the window and embraced Audrey's upper torso. "I was so scared that they found you," I whispered in her ear.

"You know us Anna. We're not giving up that easily. We don't plan on dying anytime soon," she smiled and squeezed me tighter.

"Okay, I know that this is a big reunion and all that, but we really need to discuss what's happening," Elvis said, his eyes frantically moving left and right, searching for any movements coming from unwanted visitors.

I reluctantly let go of Audrey, and then smiled at Elvis, holding out my arms. Not being the lovey-dovey kind of guy, Elvis quickly pulled me in an embrace and let go, keeping a hard grip on his crossbow. The only other person left was Edward.

Wait.

Person? I blinked in disbelief. Sure enough, Edward had tanned skin, normal eyes, and a mouth razor-sharp-fang-free. I laughed and let out a huge sigh of relief and then pulled him into a hug as well. They had found the cure. I laughed again at nothing. Just absolutely happy to be alive.

"Okay, what's the plan?" I asked, pulling away from Edward. "I would offer you to come inside, but they'll probably smell you," I added, glancing back into the room.

"Yeah, we thought of that too. We need to get you out of here, but during the day, when it'll be harder for them to chase us, if it comes to that. So we found this old shack a couple of miles away, and we'll stay there over night for some shelter, and then we'll come back for you tomorrow. Tell them you don't feel good. That you need more sleep, and stay in this room until we come back," Elvis explained.

"And then what?" I asked.

"I know this guy, he might want to help us get the cure out there. We're going to find him, and beg for his help. And then, I don't know," Edward replied honestly.

I nodded in agreement, my heart pounding in anticipation. I was scared. I was sad. Confused, annoyed, worried… But I knew what I had to do. Before, I almost felt like I wanted Frankie to change me. But now I knew that there was hope, and if we could fix this, then we could be together again. And that's all I wanted.

That was all I ever wanted.

A/N: Hello(: Okay so this chapter was extremely delayed. I thought with summer I'd have so much more time to write, but I guess that's not the case. Haha. Plus, I've had major writer's block. Sorry if this was bad, but I really need to update, so here you are. Thanks for everyone that has reviewed and put me on story alert and everything! I truly appreciate it.

Thanks for reading. =]