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𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸

Jorel's POV

»And you're sure she's still partly human?« I asked George again after we left Imogen alone.

»I'm sorry, but I'm sure. Imogen must be bitten again.« He replied regretfully.

I sighed.

I didn't want to have to bite her again.

All of us knew how terrifying and painful it was.

I didn't want to have to do that to her under any circumstances.

But apparently, I had no choice.

»I'll do it as soon as she wakes up. Do I have to look out for anything afterwards?« I wanted to know.

»No. Just have an close eye on her.« He said.

»Alright. I'll get back to you when it's over.«

»Do that. See you, Jay.« Danny said and took George's hand.

»Call me if anything unusual should happen. Then we have to talk about other options you may don't like.« George said before they left.

And then I was alone with Imogen again.

Now we had to wait and see.

***

She woke up screaming.

I ran up the stairs and saw her lying cramped in bed.

Beelzebub stumbled past me.

She held her stomach and still screamed.

»Imogen! Imogen, what's wrong?!«

She didn't answer me, she just kept screaming.

I had no choice.

I grabbed her arms, put her on her back and sat on her hips.

»I'm so sorry, kid. I only want what's best for you.« I said before I bit down on her neck.

She screamed louder and tried to push me away.

She didn't succeed.

Her blood tasted weird.

Like it's moldy and very old.

But I pushed this thought aside and focused again on her.

A little later I detached myself from her and looked down at her.

»I'm sorry.«

Imogen didn't fight back anymore but lay under me breathing heavily with beads of sweat on her forehead.

»Jay..« She whispered exhausted.

I descended from her and lay next to her.

»Shhh. I'm right here . It's okay. I'm with you. Everything's gonna be okay. You'll be alright soon. I promise.« I tried to calm her down.

I held her in my arms so she could calm down.

The fever spread once more in her veins which is very painful and could even (if you were too weak) drive you crazy or possibly kill you.

Hopefully she was strong enough to go through this whole procedure again.

I don't want her to die.

I'd stay by her side and watch over her all the time.

After all, I was the one who finally made her a vampire.

Her body felt so hot against my cold skin.

»Does it help when my skin touches yours?« I asked her, softly.