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She could hear him screaming her name, as she
felt her skin tearing itself from her body. Suddenly the sound
switched off and everything went black.

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She woke to something sharp stabbing at her
stomach. Her right eye didn't open, but her left one noticed
movements around here. She looked at the beige colored shape beside
her. Suddenly as if the sound was turned on in her ears, she heard
a scream. She shot up, forcing her right eye open. The pain of
everything hit all at once.

The scream filled her ears again. She touched
her lips feeling them closed, she wasn’t the one screaming. She
blinked seeing the beige thing move again, it moved in sequence
with the screams.

She looked at it letting her brain catch up and
recognize it. She blinked looking around. There was no way it could
be what she thought she saw.

A full-grown deer with one of its horns ripped
off lay on the ground next to her. Blood seeped from its stomach.
She reached for it but as her own hand came into view she noticed
the blood on it. She looked down at the deer's horn sticking
through her stomach.

Tears formed in her eyes as she panicked. She
tried to pull the horn from her stomach, which made her insides
scream.

She cried out, "Help me. Please help me."

Sob's filled her as she watched the animal
suffering needlessly. She had changed and wounded it. She looked
down at her clothes seeing only her underwear intact and part of
her shirt. Her whole front of her body was covered in blood, some
was hers and some the deer's. Blood seeped lazily from her stomach.
She was shivering and alone in the forest with a badly wounded
buck.

She sobbed but dragged her wounded body even
closer to the deer. The animal thrashed as if recognizing her as
the predator that had wounded it.
She laid a hand on its face. She didn’t know what to do. She looked
around the forest for a solution. Everything was bright and green
and alive. There was nothing to kill a deer just lying about. She
tried to walk but her legs buckled making her fall back down as if
her legs were broken. The huge antler in her stomach felt as it if
were ripping her open more with every move.

"HELP ME PLEASE. MARCUS PLEASE COME TO ME!"

She heaved, crying hard as she watched the deer
struggle. It screamed again never taking its dark eyes off her.

"HENRY SOMEONE PLEASE!"

She lay back feeling the pain becoming too
much.

"HANNA?"

His voice truly was like music. She sighed
knowing he would help her. She felt his feet hitting the ground
with every step. His warm hands touching her frozen naked skin was
a relief.

"Hanna, Jesus Christ what have you done?"

She looked up to see Marcus's worried eyes
taking it all in.

She smiled, "You found me. The deer. Marcus you
have to put it down."

He nodded, "I will."

She watched as his face changed slightly, his
eyes went completely black and fangs dropped as if his teeth grew.
He turned away from her. She heard the deer start to scream again
but it was cut off by a gurgling sound.

She listened to the sounds terrified of what she
wasn’t seeing.

Marcus wiped the blood his mouth, "That was
disgusting." She screamed at the sight of him.

He bit into his wrist dripping the blood near
her face, "You have to drink this as I rip the antlers out."

She shook her head, leaning away from the
crimson stream. "No. No I'll be fine I'm sure."

"Hanna drink."

"Please Marcus don’t make me do this. My dad
lived through all his injuries."

He shook his head, "I made him an immortal long
before he ever sustained anything major."

"I don’t want to be an immortal."

"Hanna my blood will heal you, that’s all. I
gave him something else to become an immortal."

Her hands shook trying to push his bleeding
wrist away from her face.

"Hanna drink or you will die."

"Its for the best. They will kill me
anyway."

He growled, "Not if I can save you." He forced
his wrist into her mouth pushing his warm, sweet blood into her
lips. He squeezed his arm as, if pumping the blood into her. She
tried to fight him but it was no use. The blood flooded her mouth.
Her only choice was to swallow before she drowned in it.

She gagged as the hot liquid filled her mouth
and slid down her throat.

Suddenly a ripping pain filled her. The blood
still pumped into her mouth making it impossible to scream. She
pushed his arm away letting the scream fill her throat.

She looked down at Marcus licking the blood from
her stomach.

"You taste much better than the deer."

She cringed, "What are you doing?"

He looked up at her, frightening her with his
black eyes, "Saving your life."

Her hands shook, her body trembled as if going
into shock. He picked her up and carried her through the woods.

She snuggled into him for warmth, "You're a
vampire?"

He laughed, "I'm thee vampire."

"The only one in the world?"

He laughed, "No silly, the first one in the
world."

She shuddered, "You're Dracula?"

He nodded, "The very one."

"But you said you were Nephilim?"

"I am."

"You're both?"

He nodded, "My father was an angel and my mother
was a human. My mother died and my father left. My grandparents who
were completely unaware of my abilities raised me. I got into
trouble because of them and was cursed."

"Cursed?"

He nodded, "My heart was taken so I would never
find love."

"Can you love?"

He laughed, "Of course I can. It was figurative.
It's harder for me to feel things though."

"Are you going to kill me? Drink my blood and
make me your blood slave?"

He laughed, "What? You would make a terrifying
blood slave. I would bite you and you would change and snap me in
half." He chuckled and shook his head, "I don’t take blood slaves.
I don’t need to eat very often, one would get bored feeding
me."

"How are you out in the sun?"

"I'm the only one like me."

"There are no others?"

"Of course there are. I made some of them and
they in turn made others." His jaw clenched.

"Is that why Lydia hates you?"

He nodded, "Yup. I broke the law." His black
eyes looked frightening against his beautiful face. The color of
them slowly turned from black to dark blue.

"What law?"

He laughed again, "All of them."

She felt off, as if something happened inside of
her. Her body began to heat up. She felt strong instantly as her
heart rate quickened.

He smiled, "There. You're all better."

"What?"

He nodded toward her stomach, "You're
healed."

She looked down at her stomach, it was smooth as
it had been before. No rips. Blood stains still covered her but her
wounds were gone.

She struggled, "I can walk then."

He shook his head, "No you have no shoes and I'm
in a bit of a hurry Hanna. Your change shouldn’t have occurred this
quickly. The elixir should have held it at bay for at least a
month. Something is different this time. I need to run tests." He
squeezed her tighter to him, "I'm not letting you out of my sight
until I have this fixed."

She wanted to fight him on it but she knew it
was pointless.

"Have you ever used your vampire abilities on
me?"

He smiled.

She frowned, "What?"

"Well once when you were about seven you came
upon me doing something not very good, with a woman in your fathers
study. I ensured you grew up without that horrid memory to haunt
your dreams."

"Oh my god that’s disgusting. That’s how I knew
your face."

He looked startled, "You remember?"

She shook her head, "No but when I read the
journal I knew what you would look like."

He looked puzzled, "That’s not a good sign."

She frowned, "Do you think my father being an
immortal is what's making me different."

He nodded, "Yes I do."

"I'm scared."

He nodded again, "Me too."

That didn’t make her feel better.

Chapter Thirteen: ADHD and Ecstasy don’t
mix

Aleksander

She tried to pull her arm out of his grasp,
"Please don’t hurt me. I'll just let you do it."

He sighed pulling her into the bathroom and
shaking his head. Suddenly they were standing on the beach. It was
the safest place he could think of.

She bent over and threw up all over the rocks
and sand.

"Like what the fuck are you?" She retched
again.

He felt disgusted watching her. She was so
beautiful, probably the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

She stood up wiping her mouth off, "What? What
do you want? You think you can kill me? Go ahead. I've lived
through everything else."

He put a hand to his face, "Giselle you know who
I am. Think about it. Aimee told you about me. The guy you thought
was the killer and the guy who drugged you. I saved Aimee at the
party when she was choking."

Her face lit up, "Aleks. You're the Aleksander
guy. Aimee's Aleks." She started to cry, "Where is she? Is she
okay? I miss her so much. I don’t have any friends left."

He shook his head, "She's fine. She's the reason
I'm saving you right now."

She looked confused, "What? Are we in Port Mac?
This looks just like a beach we had back home. Is this home?"

He nodded, her brain was exhausting.

"So is Aimee like, here?" She asked sniffling
again.

He shook his head, "Aimee is at home, in the
city."

"Seattle? That bitch lives in Seattle and has
never called me. Are you kidding me? Oh my god that’s so not, like
cool."

He put a hand up trying to stop her, "No, no
she's in Portland."

She crossed her thin arms, "Well whatevs that’s
the same shit. I can't believe that girl. She's as bad as her
sister."

"I need to know what you're on?"

She clenched her jaw, "Huh, oh uh uh."

"What?"

"No."

He looked her deeply in the eyes and smiled
softly, "Giselle I need to know what you're on."

She batted her eyes lashes at him and frowned,
"Dude what are you doing? Are you kidding me right now? Have you
never heard of Ho's before Bro's? You're Aimee's boyfriend and
you're coming onto me." She raised a finger to him, "Don’t think
I'm keeping this shit secret. I'm telling her like everything
homie."

He sighed, "She's dating Shane again."

"What, no way. Oh my god that's so awesome." She
started to cry again, "I can't believe she never calls me. I can't
believe how much we've grown apart. I thought she was my bff."

He wanted to grab her by her thin little arms
and shake her, till answers started to pour out of her."

"Giselle I will take you to see Aimee as soon as
you answer some questions for me."

She nodded, "Okay. But I don’t want to see her
if she doesn’t want to like see me."

He looked at her doubtfully.

She conceded, "Okay I do but I'm not happy about
all this shit. Last time I talked to her dad she was still in the
center. Alise and Blake told me that she wasn’t really there and
she was really a zombie but obviously that’s not true. Alise told
me everyone thought she was dead."

He put a hand up again raising his voice,
"Please stop talking. Please. Just answer the questions, short
answers."

She jumped at him shouting at her. She looked
like she would cry again.

He ran a hand through his hair. He wondered how
she was able to resist his charms? It would be easier if she wasn’t
immune to him.

"Who has been feeding off of you?"

She bit her lip and looked down at the ground
ashamed, "A guy named Tony."

"Is he the only one you’ve fed?"

She shook her head.

"Who else?"

"Well like there was a bartender about a month
ago at some club downtown. He and I like did it once. He was my
first but then he told me to stay away. Then Tony saw me standing
outside Master Mike's and he asked if I wanted to come in with him.
I wanted him to bite me so like I said yes."

He felt disgust seeing how thin she'd gotten,
"How long has this been going on?"

"Uhhhh like a few weeks, he made me come back
every night. He's been feeding me his blood to make me like heal
faster but I just keep getting more tired. The bartender at Master
Mikes tried to help me last week. He told me to leave but then a
group of them told him that I was like their blood bag." She
sniffed again.

"Is it only Tony feeding off of you?"

She shrugged, "I don’t know. Me and Tony, we
like did it while he bites me."

"You did it right in the club?" He felt his
blood pressure shooting up. He wanted to rip Tony open.

She nodded. The ashamed look on her face was
killing him. He took a step toward her and put a hand on hers. Her
skin was damp and cold. He looked at her eyes seeing the dilated
pupils.

"When he feeds you his blood how do you
feel?"

She shook her head, "Good, like I don’t know. It
feels like I'm superwoman. Like doing ecstasy."

He closed his eyes. He had heard that some
vampires liked to take intense amount of drugs. They would then
feed their blood to humans. Most humans would be fine but Giselle
wasn’t most humans. She was never going to be as strong as a
regular human would be. Her liver transplant had been a success but
she would always be weaker. He knew that meant she would always
have to be extra cautious.

It was no wonder she looked weak and thin. The
bartender who had her the first time would have tasted her weakness
in her blood but the Dark One at the club wouldn’t have cared what
he tasted.

The bartender had tasted the illness and told
her never to come back, he'd been trying to save her.