Good Girls Go Bad - Part 2

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"Wakey, wakey." Paul flicked her forehead and gave Marko a worried expression. "David is going to kill us."

"No, Paul," Marko sighed, exasperated. "He's only going to kill you. If she's dead, Max will have to know, and you know how that goes down."

"Come on! Wake up, girl!" Paul shook her like a rag-doll. "You have to live!"

She sat up immediately, her eyelid's rapidly fluttering. And she fell back against the stone wall. "Ow!" She cried, knowing she shouldn't have done that. "Where am I?" She tried to rip the sack off her head, but it wouldn't budge. "Get this off!" She shouted, feeling the power again.

"Hang on, hang on." Paul fumbled around the string around her neck and untied it. "There! Better?" He yanked it off her head and backed away from the red-eyed girl.

"Paul," Marko shook his head in disbelief. "Now look what you've done."

She took for the closest exit, sliding to a stop when she glimpsed her brother marching down the stairs, anger etched on their faces. "Shit, shit, shit." She cursed, darting the other way, down the cave, deeper into the heart and toward their personal living quarters. She paused for a fleeting moment outside of what looked to be David's room: a photograph of her and him smiling as fifteen-year-olds with mint chocolate ice cream dripping down her face, her brother's favorite bands from when he was human and a small, wedding box on his dresser with her name on it. She opened up the velvet ring holder to find her moon pendant next to vial of red. It resembled the one she had as a child, but the vial was new.

"Y/N, don't open that." David warned.

She opened the glass vial and tipped the contents down her throat, the burn making its way down. The liquid was thick on her tongue and gave her a feeling of being buzzed.

"David, something's wrong with her. She's not turning." Dark-hair muttered.

"Turning?" Y/N muttered. "Into a vampire?"

"Yes, unfortunately." David sighed.

"I don't want-" she cried.

"It's too late, Y/N."

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