At 8 am the sun was brightly shining above Endhill already, while Dean had managed to get home before that moment after languid conversations with Martha at Corona. Kayla was in the kitchen cooking something like breakfast.
"Excuse me, but what happened to you, Miss Sheridan, that out of the blue you decided to get to the stove so early and cook something?" Dean said laughing as he walked into the kitchen.
"I guess it's the end of the world", she answered with a laugh, "Kidding. We are not monsters after all. Still people. At least a little bit. Want some too?"
"Of course, don't even ask!"
"Then I'll make some for you too", Kayla chuckled in response.
"Where's Mary Lou?"
"Hal said she hasn't woken up yet. Well, we're gonna wait. And she'll go to hell."
"Right", Dean narrowed his eyes.
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It was almost noon when Dana woke up very abruptly and quickly from a strange feeling in her body. Everything hurt. Her neck hurt the most, but the pain strangely subsided, then grew back. Lying on the couch was no longer possible.
"God, what's going on with me... Did I fall down in my sleep or something... Oh my god! I need to go to work. A second extra day off would be too much."
She got up, left the room with a crouching step and went into the bathroom to wash her face. The smell of food from the kitchen hit her nose. The strange noise in her ears grew louder with every minute.
"Why does the food smell so strong... What's happening?"
Dana turned the faucet on, scooped water up in her palms and splashed it on her face. When she opened her eyes, she became numb... Her eyes were charcoal black.
"What the hell?!" Dana rushed to examine her face, as the wound on her neck healed completely and vanished. She was trembling with fear. Returning to the room, she opened the curtain. It was clear weather outside, and the tree by the window had finally shed all its leaves, and because of this, it seemed as if the sun was shining brighter than usual. But, to her even greater surprise, nothing was happening.
"No. No. What's going on?!"
Dana ran out of the bathroom and decided to quietly go downstairs.
"Oh my god... I'm so thirsty", she thought.
And here was the first floor...
Dean was in the kitchen. He was sitting in a chair reading a newspaper, his eyes darting over the lines. On the table, there were the leftovers of the breakfast that Kayla had left for him. He felt Dana's presence and turned around.
"Oh... You're up already, love? Come here", he held out his hands to her.
"I'm very... thirsty", Dana for some reason dodged Dean and went to the fridge. She kept looking down all the time. Dean stood surprised.
"Wait, wait, take my place, I'll pour you some water now. You can finish my breakfast, by the way, if you're hungry. Kayla cooks so deliciously, she should go back to being a human with such skills. It's a pity that I eat like a bird out of habit. And I don't know how tasty it really is. That damn vampirism absorbed all the full-fledged taste qualities."Dana took Dean's place, stealing a piece of omelet from the plate, and he gave her a glass of water. To her further horror, the food had almost no flavor.
"Here. It's not cold."
Dana drank it all in an instant.
"No... Oh my goodness. I think it's not the water I want."

YOU ARE READING
The Ninth
VampireDana Jones, a 21-year-old girl, moves to a new town for her and starts living on her own, but little did she know the town already has its plans for her...