Wanted

Chapter 3

**Brad's POV**

I listened to her deafening screams as I returned to the room where I had bitten her. God! She was almost bipolar! First, when we were in the lab and she was lying on the worn out cot, she was begging me to leave and take her home.

Now, I had shown her to what would be her home for the rest of her life, and even left her alone to clm down and sort thing out in private. What did she do in return? Yell and cry. Yell and cry for me to come back and stay with her. I could still hear her voice.

It had almost hurt me to see such a beautiful girl cry, and that was why I had so quicky slammed the door. I had to leave before I showed any signs of compassion or understanding. It just simply wasn't right to fall in love with the girl who's life you would have to take in exactly seven days. I had to remain indifferent to her.

Now all I had to do was keep her under control when I explained the entire reason she was here. She had been so shaken by my small bite. I hadn't done her any harm. Well, other than the tranquilizer.But I had to do that. I had no other choice. I couldn't bite her and leave blood stains where the police could find them, and she was just so stubborn. It was my only choice.

Upon entering the room where Corinne had woken up, I caught a faint whif of something sweet-smelling. Something flowery. Was this Corinne's perfume? I followed the scent across the room, and all the way over to the cot where she had woken up. Yes, this smell was most definitely her perfume. The scent was unique, and I liked it. 

But then I jerked myself away from these thoughts. I was not in love with her. I couldn't be. She was here for a week, and then she would be gone. She was just a passing guest, with a rare type of blood that we needed to save our lives. 

The blood. I walked over to the small counter where I had placed the vial with her blood sample. I screwed off the top and took a sip. Her blood was warm. It was sweet. And best of all, it was just the right type. Corinne didn't understand any of this now, but soon enough, she would.

**Corinne's POV**

I sat down on the large bed, not knowing what to think. Here I was, all alone in a strange room, living in a house with a vampire. Who knows? Maybe multiple vampires! 

My head was spinning and I felt as if I might vomit or faint. Quickly I searched the room for a bathroom. The loss of blood was too much, as well as my nervous and scared mind. I had no strength to get up, but I knew I had to.

Just in time, I spotted a dark bathroom to my left. I ran as fast as I could, my head spinning and the room around me seemingly swaying under my feet. As soon as I entered the small room and leaned over the toilet I began to vomit. 

It was all just too much. My arm was throbbing from the place where I had been bitten and I was beginning to be surrounded by white spots. I would black out at any moment if I didn't get my head in between my knees to get my blood flowing again. But I couldn't. I was still vomiting. My head felt lighter and lighter, until I was surrounded my a think blackness.

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A bit later, I had no idea the exact amount of time, I woke up. All I knew when I opened my eyes was that I was laying on the floor, the cold, hard floor. I had fainted in the bathroom. Slowly, I sat up. I made sure to be very cautious  in order to remain as stable as I possibly could. 

My mouth felt sticky and dry from getting sick, and my legs were shakey and weak. I slowly grabbed onto the low counter beside me and pulled myself up to the sink. I rinsed out my mouth and splashed my face with some cold water.

The water in my mouth tasted a bit dirty and stale, but it was better than the taste of sickness. Now that I was well enough to walk, I went back over to my bed and laid down. All of a sudden, I felt lonely. I had no one to talk to, one week left to live, and no idea where I was.

I was left with mixed emotions. I wanted to cry because I was sad. I wanted to scream because I was angry.I wanted to forget everything that had happened and sleep. But nothing seemed right. So, I was left alone to think on my bed.

I thought about what was happening at home right now. What was going on with my family and friends. There was no clock that I could see, but from the light outside, I guessed it to be around seven or eight o'clock at night. The sky was darkening. Nothing but a faint glow of daylight was left.

My mother was probably worried sick because I had not come home after school. My older brother, Carson, was probably out searching the neighborhood against his own will to look for me.

My friends' houses had probably been called, and Jennifer and Harley were probably worried sick too. They were probably talking about how I should have never gone to meet Brad behind Jerry's and how they should have stopped me. As first, I hoped that they wouldn't tell my mother about the note part of the story. But then, I realized that I was going to die anyway so I would have to worry about being in any kind of trouble bigger than I was in right now.

The police were probably all over town too. My mother's instinct was to call the police whenever anything was wrong and I guess that was good. 

She was probably going to find an embarrassing picture of me and plaster it on every street corner saying that I was missing and telling the whole town to call her if they saw me.

Only no one was ever going to find me. This was the end of my life. No one back home would ever see me again. All searching was useless. I only wished I could be there to tell them that. But I couldn't be there now. I couldn't be there ever again.

It was these thoughts that sent me into a flood of tears. I lay on my bed, crying into the maroon comforter. All alone and heartbroken with no one around to comfort me.

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Author's Note:

Hello and thanks for reading this next chapter! Please let me know what you think of it if you have the time. 

So I was talking with my friend on the phone today and it hit me. These are the official last two weeks of summer. Summer is almost over. Just.Like.That! My school is really dumb because I'm supposed to write about a book I "read", do math problems, and memorize a poem. Isn't the point of summer to get away from school? Apparently not to them. Ahh....the horrible things in life.

Anyway, I won't bore you with my problems anymore. Oh and by the way, I'll dedicate a chapter to you if you leave a nice comment! I'll try to update soon!

~Sophie.