Buttercup didn't like it when she was turned. She hated what she was, what she always will be. There was no cure for this. Not a single, known cure that could turn her back into what she used to be. She should have been with her family, having normal friends, and even a normal life. Now, she was in a house with people she barely knew, going to a school where she couldn't even be herself, and having a pack of wolves chasing her if she got too close to their side of the forest, even if she was just taking a stroll. In other words, being turned into a vampire sucked, literally.