Derrick

Nineteen.

This chapter has 1224 words in it. Here comes the big apology:

I. AM. SO. SORRY. I haven't updated for a while. But there's a reason, I promise.

It is very, extremely rare to get snow where I live. Because of this, we are NEVER prepared for it. Last week, it snowed several inches. We were NOT prepared. Therefore, school was out the entire week. And I had no internet because the snow knocked our internet provider in the butt. I had no power for several days, and I couldn't update or even work on chapters.

But I'M BACK! There is no snow in the distant future. 

Thank you SOOO much for putting up with my VERY sporadic updates!

WARNING: This chapter is very strange and confusing. Please bear with me, I have a heavily elaborate plan going on here :')

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I had a headache. Not one of those small, nagging headaches, but a painful, unbearable kind that made me so sick to my stomach I was sure I was going to throw up.

Except I couldn't move. The world was black, and though my mind was working a mile a minute, I couldn't find any of my muscles to move.

Voices faded in and out. One moment they were angry, and the next they were calm. A loud crash sounded somewhere in the distance, and my head throbbed harder.

There was something going on. Something was happening to me, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was. An odd kind of energy buzzed around me and, despite my headache, I felt happy. Joy coursed through me, and instead of being confused, I let it wash over me without question. Of course I was happy. Don't wonder why, I told myself. Just feel.

It felt like the world was so much smaller, and I was in the middle of the universe. I was the sun, the center that everything clung to in order to exist. Just as quickly as I was the thing everything clung to, I was suddenly clinging those very things. It was the strangest feeling, like being rolled around in a large tire.

For a split second, I thought I was dead. I was raised in a religious, godly household. Surely, this was Heaven. Even though my head was pounding in tune with what could only be my heart, I was so full of joy that there wasn't any doubt in my mind. How could something be so perfect?

Suddenly, the voices became clearer. Sharper. I recognized Sebastian's voice, and then Roy's. Were we out of Sebastian's room? Did Roy let him out?

"..her," Roy was saying. "What do I tell my people? Will she even be herself?"

"You removed a good amount of the venom," Sebastian responded.

"But she's still changing." Roy snapped.

"Because there is still some venom left. You came too late to get it all."

"Will she want..." Roy seemed to have difficulty finishing his sentence.

"Blood? No. There wasn't enough venom left to change her completely."

"You'd better be right." Roy growled. "I will not have one of you by my side."

"For a second there, I almost believed you loved her." Sebastian said dryly.

"How drastically will she change?"

I was floating closer and closer to consciousness, and I wondered if everything they were saying was a product of my suddenly over-sensitive and over-worked brain.