Our After

Yup, I'm a vampire now

Marlene's POV

I can control my hearing now. I can focus on any few given things and tune out others. I felt emotions so strongly the last few hours. Vera made sure that I had blood, since apparently I'm a vampire now. Yup, I'm a vampire now. I don't care much for human blood. I prefer cheeseburgers. I will always prefer cheeseburgers.

"Mar, you suck at this." says Vera, my cousin. I'm an optimist. You can tell who's the pessimist. I think that I'm making a lot of progress, she does not. She expects me to be able to everything perfectly, apparently. "You need to put more force when you're stabbing someone."

Well now you know what part of training we're in. We already went over dieting and how I don't really poop anymore, I just burn off anything I've consumed. Weird, huh.

"Look, I'm trying my hardest. This is my personal best. I can try to do better, but you need to believe in me." I tell her hopelessly.

I've been trying to stab her with my metal steak for 2 hours and 47 minutes. If I stab her with this, it'll hurt. She won't die though. I would need a wooden steak to kill her.

"You hit me with it, but you don't pierce into me! If you would only do that, then maybe we could pass onto a different lesson. I'll only hurt for a minute, then I'll be just fine!" She screams at me. Now that I'm pretty upset with her rushing me, maybe I'll just stab her in her heart.

"Fine, let's go, Vera. I'll show you that I can do this." I say, quite frustrated.

We circle around for a few moments and dive down to her legs, trying to trick her. But I swing around behind her and stab her in the back. She gasps as this happens and staggers onto the floor. I quickly pull the steak out of her. You know, I thought she might catch me with that move. I've seen it in a movie before. It's not that hard to do either. She could have easily stopped me if she  simply made my feet stumble. But what surprises me the most though, is that this happened in a second. No more; No less.

I see the blood dripping off of my weapon and drop it on the floor. The attack on Vera flashed before my eyes and I start shaking my head. I don't want to do this for the rest of my existence. Why would I want to hurt someone with some extra ability? The only time this would be useful is if I come face to face with a potential murderer! I slowly back up to the wall and tears start to run down my porcelain cheeks. Thump. I hit the wall and slide down, but the tears haven't stopped or even slowed at all.

Guilt. That's the horrible emotion running through my brain in this instant. I block out all the noises how Vera taught me to do. It's funny how not even the sound of ringing makes it to my ears. That sound when it's almost too quiet in the room. Not even that makes it to me.

Back and forth, back and forth. I think to myself as a rock with my arms wrapped around me. I stay like this for a while, but I don't fall asleep. My days of that activity are gone.

A/n: It's been a while. I know you guys don't read this... um. Yup. Most characters belong to Veronica Roth. The plot is mine though. Um, vote? Please. For anyone who's reading this, I think I might end the story really soon. If you don't want it to end just yet, comment it or private message me.