“I don’t get it. How exactly did te save me?” I asked James. He stood in front of me looking embarrassed. His eyes were red with fire, but he wasn’t angry, he was blushing(if a vampire could.)
“I just did. We were passing through, I heard you’re scream, I jumped in and took te away from the others. te were covered in blood. I couldn’t breathe when I carried you. I left te in an abandoned house a week ago. When I went back with Embelline and Laurent te were already turned, we brought te back here so te wouldn’t be terrified when te woke up. It didn’t work.” He started laughing at his little joke. I laughed along to, until the burning came again. James looked at me worried.
“Victoria. te have to feed.” He detto it with such a bored expression. I was guessing that killing wasn’t a bother to James. But it was to me.
“No..” I started but couldn’t finish once I looked at the torn expression on James face. “James, im nothing like Mary. I don’t kill just to kill, I have a heart, even though it doesn’t beat anymore.” I looked at him with one of my saddest expressions. There was nothing funny about killing. A life was something that was way to precious to waste. Some people, like Mary, didn’t get it. Life was life to them. But I still had life. I needed to be alive. I couldn’t just starve myself to death, I had to fed. As mush as it killed me I had to do it, there were no other options. I took James arm in mine. He smiled as we ran towards the trees once again, this time together.
“Lets start small, maybe animals?” I looked up at James, he really did care.
“Yes.” I agreed with a smile. There was something here between me and James. Nobody could deny it, he cared for me and I for him. It was it. I loved James, he had saved my life. I didn’t no if he loved me back, he would learn, I was sure of it.
My memories came floating to the surface once again. Mom. Mary. Lizzie. Where were they? Lizzie was dead, Mary and Thomas had killer her. Mom was probably overjoyed over the fact that I was gone. Mary? Mary, was probably out there, planning for her successivo victim. I cringed. Mary had to be killed. Even if it was from me. And I had no problem with that one.


“There.” James motioned to the deer that had ran across our path. I looked at him until he nodded, then leaped with a huge force onto the deer. The deer shrieked under me, and started running like crazy.
“Bite it! On the neck!” I heard James yell my way. Without thinking I bit it, the blood then flowed down my throat. My stomach rolled with satisfaction.