Life Within Crystalfort: Our Story Continues - Part Two [COMPLETED]

Chapter One

**This is an older work of mine and does NOT reflect how my writing style is now. It's still here, however, because original readers enjoyed it when it was first written. You've been warned!**  

I had a heartbeat. Why did I have a heartbeat? You're turning. You're turning into a human.

I needed to tell my dad. He had to know right away. I got out of my bed and walked out of my room. I walked down the hallway; it seemed to take forever. I opened my dad's bedroom door a crack. His lamp was on and he was sitting up in his bed reading.

"Do you have a minute?" I asked, my voice shaking. He set the book down and looked at me. He patted a spot on the bed with his hand. I walked into his room and sat next to him on the bed.

"What's wrong?" He asked. I grabbed his hand and placed in on my chest, right above my heart. "That's a heartbeat," my dad said. I nodded.

"I don't know what to do," I whispered. My dad didn't move, he just sat there, his hand on my heart. "Daddy?" He shook his head, finally making eye contact with me. He drew his hand back to his side.

"I don't know, Draculaura.... What do I do?" His voice was small and shaky. I shook my head. What could you do? I was a vampire suddenly becoming a human. The light glinted off his fangs, giving my an idea.

"You could turn me again," I said quietly. He quickly shook his head.

"It was hard enough on you the first time..... Maybe being human isn't so bad."

"I don't want to be a human, Dad! I want to be a vampire! A monster! What happens when I walk into Monster High and I'm a human?" I exclaimed. Then I remembered something. Something important. That first night in the shower, I had said how much I wished I could be normal, be a human. Maybe that was it? Is that what changed me?

"I'm sorry, Draculaura," he said. I looked back up at him. His eyes looked pained. His voice was quiet and heavy compared to what it usually was. In the place he was now, his Transylvanian accent was completely gone.

"I just want to be normal," I said quietly, the second time that I'd ever said it in my whole life.

"I can't make you normal!" My father exclaimed. I pulled away from him and ran out of his room, running into my own room, slamming the door behind me. I sank down to the floor, my back against the door. Then, at three in the morning, I did the only thing I could think of doing; I texted Clawd.

"I need to talk to you. Whenever you get this, please come over." I hoped he would get the message soon, maybe closer to seven then when we got to school. But, nonetheless, soon. I set my phone on the floor next to me and drew my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs, and I sat there for several minutes until I heard something. I looked up at my window, watching as Clawd opened my window the rest of way and climbed inside, shutting it behind him.

"You ok?" He asked quietly, sitting next to me. I shook my head and he took me in his arms, wiping the tears away from my eyes. "Tell me," he said. I buried my face in his chest, not knowing if I could pull myself together to actually talk to him. I wanted to talk to him, oh God, how I wanted to explain everything to him. But, the sobs that racked my body wouldn't let me mutter even a single sound. He rubbed his hand against my back, his other hand on the back of my head.

"Shhh. It's going to be ok," he whispered. "It's alright," we sat there for close to an hour before I had finally calmed down. I was so warm and felt so safe. That's why I had calmed down. Just like I had done with my dad an hour before I took Clawd's hand and placed it on my chest, right above my now beating heart. I expected him to pull his hand away in shock, or ask what I had done. Instead, he sat there, his hand on my chest, a pained look springing into his eyes as he tried to keep his own emotions in check. He pulled his hand away and brought it up to his mouth. He took a deep breath and ran his hand over his face, finally wrapping his arms around me, again.

"You're human," he said so quietly that I almost couldn't hear him. I nodded against his chest, staring off into one of the corners in my room. "Oh God," he whispered, a small cry escaping him. I looked up at him, watching tears roll down his cheeks. My lip quivered as I bit back my own tears, not wanting to cry again. My eyes hurt so bad already; I had thought that I had cried out every tear I had left in my body. But, I had been wrong. Because, both of us sat there against my door, holding each other, crying. Clawd knew why he was crying, I knew why I was crying, but I had no idea why Clawd was crying. And that made it even worse than it already was.