[Damien POV]
A vampire? Like..fangs and all that shit?
Im turning into a mythical creature that doesn't even exist.
But Ethan..the way he moves so quickly. Its inhuman, its impossible.
Is this why Ive been feeling so strange. Is this real..
Did Ethan really turn me?
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I woke up this morning, completely dehydrated. My breathing came out slow and heavy. I was drenched in sweat and I had a headache from hell.
My teeth ached painfully, as if they were shifting inside my gums. My body was on fire, and I grew dizzy.
I tumbled out of bed, and stumbled my way into the bathroom. My vision was blurred as I look into the mirror.
I wiped my eyes and looked up, gasping at the sight in the mirror.
My eyes had went from the light hazel color they were to a dark blood red.
My hair which was originally a light brown, had turned into a dirty blonde. All the color from my skin was gone. A pain shot through my mouth, causing me to whimper in pain. I lifted my upper lip , and gasped as I saw two large fangs pushing through my gums.
I ran out the bathroom, and picked up my phone. Before Ethan dropped me off at home, he insisted I give him my number; and he give me his.
I dailed his number and it picked up on the second ring.
"Calling already?"
Ethan said; I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Whats happening to me?"
I groaned asking.
Ethan let out a small husky chuckle.
"You're Turning."
My eyes widened.
"H-How can I stop it?"
"You cant. But you can hide it. In order for a vampire to hide its true state, it must feed."
Ethan explained.
"What?..You mean-
"Drink. Blood."
Ethan interupted
I let out a frustrated sigh, gripping at my hair.
"From where?"
"Ill come pick you up. Be ready in ten minutes." Ethan said; before the line went dead.
I took a deep breath and exhaled;going into the bathroom to shower.
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"Where are we going?"
I asked Ethan.
We had been driving for about fifteen minutes now.
"To feed."
Is all he said.
I sighed, and layed my head against the window.
It was silent until I spoke.
"Why did you turn me?"
I asked harshly.
Ethan stifled a laugh.
"I didn't intend to. I was just looking for some grub."
I turned to him, wide eyed.
"So... you were just going to kill me?"
"Yep."
he responded popping the p.
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It was about another five minutes; Before we pulled into the back parking lot of Beacon Hills Hospital.
"Why are we here?"
I asked looking around.
"For breakfast."
he said smirking.
Damien reached into the compartment of his car and pulled out a pair of dark sunglasses.
"Here."
he said, placing them on my face.
As we got out of the car, my skin started to get a burning sensation.
"Ow!" I said aloud , looking down at my arm.
It was red , blotchy , and irritated.
"Don't worry , we'll get that taken care of next." Ethan reassured.
I followed behind him as we walked up to the back of the building, until we reached a door.
He turned to face me. Standing over me at 5'9; while, I stood at 5,7.
"This door leads into the section of the building, where they keep their "newly deceased" patients."
"Okay. So why are we back here?"
I asked, looking confused.
"This is where we feed our half-bloods." he said smirking
[A/N- For those who don't know. A half-blood is a human that was bit and turned into a vampire. A pure-blood is a person who was born a vampire]
