The Blood of the Night (CAMREN)

4

"You look...Different."

It has been two days since the ceremony, and one since Ally and Dinah had awoken. They had spent time alone with their mates to try and discover their new condition, and now Camila could finally talk to them.

The brunette was standing by the door, staring at the weird but incredibly beautiful version of Ally sitting on the bed. Her skin was paler and her eyes brighter, her hair a beautiful shade of light brown falling in delicate curls in her back.

"That's a sure thing, I do."

The young woman smirked and looked at Troy, who was making sure Ally wouldn't lose her control and attack Camila.

"Aren't you...uh...hungry for blood or...?"

The girl looked at her lap and straightened.

"I am, actually. But I hunted with my mate just before you came to my room. I will handle this."

Camila nodded gently, trying to trust her friend even if she wasn't the same anymore.

"How are you feeling?"

Ally took a deep breath and seem to be lacking of words.

"Never been better. I was born for this, Mila. Everything is so much more beautiful, so much more intense...I feel like I'm finally alive. You shouldn't keep yourself from such an amazing fate."

"I don't believe in destiny. I am the master of my own fut-"

"But of course you are! Doesn't mean Heda's not your soulmate! You are meant to be one of us, Camila."

Us.

The human tensed at those words and turned around, whispering.

"Yeah, well, I don't care."

She left without another word, hoping that Dinah wouldn't welcome her that way.

***

Camila was eating in the kitchen later that day. There was a small reunion in the living room about some trouble with one of the vampire's coalition's clan, so she took the opportunity to take time for herself. She was halfway into her meal - Chinese, Lauren had some girl purchase it in town - when Dinah came to see her. Her friend hadn't been in her room when she had visited, and the blonde wanted to smile when she saw she was okay, but the dark blonde had a weird look in those red eyes of hers as she was approaching her.

"Hey Cheechee", she smiled, unsure. "Are you ok?"

"Hmm."

The brunette frowned. She took in her surroundings and tightened her grip on the spoon she was holding, realizing that they were alone in the room, that the door was closed, and that Dinah's fangs were out.

Shit.

She stood up slowly and raised up her hands before her in a manner that suggested she wanted her friend to stay where she was.

"Dinah, calm down. You're not yourself right now."

A loud rumble erupted from the younger girl. There was no reason left in those irises, just an intense blood lust and an animalistic pull towards the defenseless human begging for mercy.

"Please Dinah, sit down. It's not-"

Dinah groaned again and moved forward, tackling Camila to the ground and crashing the younger girl's shoulder in the process. The sound of a breaking bone erupted loudly in the room, making the brown eyed woman shiver in pain and fear.