MY VAMPIRE KIDNAPPER

Chapter eighteen

Authors note: I haven't written in a million years. I'm soooo sorry.

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"No I just don't want to help you become a monster." She yells.

"Please," I plead, "I don't want to die."

A tear slides down my cheek.

"I just want to go home."

"Then go home," she says, "go home and say goodbye to your family."

"Fuck you!" I yell.

She looks shocked.

I yell at her for a while.

"Fine!" She finally yells, "I'll help you."

I stare at her.

"Ok." I say. I'm nervous.

I don't really know what to do. A couple of days ago I was at home. Just a girl who thought some band loser was stalking her. If you would have told that girl that she would become a vampire. She would have laughed in your face and called you an idiot. That's how she was. How I was. But it's not like you can blame me. You would have done the same thing.

"What do I do now?" I ask.

I really don't know. It's not like I've ever done this before.

She stares at me.

"Well, Armelle usually bites into my wrist and-" she stops.

"I don't want to hurt you." I say.

"Too late," I stare at her in disbelief "I have been hurt so much lately and you need to know that I can take this. I don't want you to die Geneva. We both know that they are going to find me and kill me. Do you think they want anybody to know vampires exist? You helped me. And I want at least one of us to survive."

She runs to the bathroom.

"This can't hurt more than a bite." She convinces herself in the mirror.

Suddenly she smashes her hand on the mirror. Shards of glass fly everywhere all covered in blood.

"Shit!" I yell in disbelief.

"Don't worry," she says walking out of the bathroom, holding up her bloody hand and trying to hold back tears, "you can heal me when you are a vampire."

"Geneva!"

I freeze. I know that voice.

Ian?

"Fuck." I whisper.

"We have to do this quick." Carly says.

She holds out her hand. Winces in pain. Pulls it back to herself. And then puts it out back to me. She turns her head away.

"Ok, I'm ready."

I grab her hand and pull it towards me. This is disgusting. I start to drink the blood. It tastes like fall. Like when I was young and used to suck on my coat zipper. That's what it reminds me of its weird. I know that the change happens when I start to enjoy it. I can't stop myself.

I move my head up to her neck.

"Geneva-" I cut her off as I bite deeply into her neck.

She screams. I know Ian will hear but it doesn't seem to bother me. I feel as if I could fight off everybody in the world.

"Shit." I hear Ian say and I know he is in the room.

I don't give two flying fucks if he's here. I feel his arms around me and he peels me off of Carly.

She falls to the floor. Unconscious. I look at her and start to ball. How can I feel so emotionless one minute and then be balling my eyes out the other?

I sink to the floor, Ian still holding me in his arms.

"I just-" he cuts me off.

"I know." He says, trying to pull me into a deeper hug so that I find look at Carly anymore.

"Help her!" I yell.

He pulls out of the hug and I start to crawl towards her. He stops me.

"I can't." He says, avoiding eye contact.

"What do you mean you can't?" I yell at him.

"Armelle said-" I cut him off.

"I don't give a fuck what Armelle said, help her." I plead.

"We both know I can't."

"Then let me."

"I-"

I push him aside and crawl to her.

"I can do this." I tell myself.

I bite into my own wrist. It hurts but in a mosquito bite kind of way. Not so bad that I cry bad not so good that I don't feel it at all.

I put it to her mouth.

Nothing happens.

I do it again.

Still nothing.

"Come on." I whisper.

I look at Ian, he is staring at me with tears in his eyes.

"Dammit! Wake up!" I yell.

I feel Ian start to hug me.

"I-"

"No," I yell, "this is your fault!"

"Geneva, let's get you home."

Home. That word rang through my head for the rest of the night. This place was my new home. A place that I hated with all that was inside me was now a place I had to live. With people I hated. I made a mistake. I told myself that I would rather be a vampire than die.

I was wrong.

My actions lead to the death of my only friend in this house. And for what? Love? Was that what this was. I was sick. I fell for my kidnapper. This stupid fucking house was going to be my forever home because I was sick. Am sick. I am sick. I could barely stop the tears at this point. I was curled up in my bed. My bed. My forever bed. In my forever room. Ian was sitting on the other end of my door. He thought that I didn't know he was there. I did. I could hear him so clearly. It was crazy. The new senses.

I don't know how long I laid there, crying. I didn't want to fall asleep because I felt that if I didn't, I was some how punishing Ian. The more I was awake the more he had to stay outside my door.

My door. My forever door. My forever door to my forever room in my forever house with the same damn people. Forever.