[A/N] Not the end of the book, just the title of the chapter!!

Sam:

"Take care of your brother sweetheart, and remember we will always love you." my father whispered the salty tears clouding his fading blue eyes.

"No you're coming with us! You can't just stay here!" I yelled, but he just smiled weakly.

"We can't go with you, you need to go to grandma's house...she will help you. Hurry now." he kissed my head, grabbing my bag and slinging it over my back. Sketch and my mother came out, my brother looking clueless and tired. I didn't want this to happen, I didn't want it to end like this.

I hugged them all, wanting to never let go of them. This was it...I would never see my parents again...I would never be in this house again. I would never go outside and play in the forest or read stories to Sketch at night. I would never see them ever again, never.

I wanted to scream out in frustration, and throw a tantrum like the thirteen year old that I was. I hated feeling powerless, like a pawn in someone else's game...I hated it.

I hated feeling so alone...so abandoned. I hated the feeling of hopelessness. I hated it more than anything. It was like a weight holding me down in water and I couldn't swim, I couldn't breathe...I couldn't fight. We couldn't fight.

It was the end for the human race.

"Hey it's okay....don't cry, it will be okay. You're just hungry that's all." Xanthe cooed into my ear pulling me into his lap, and pulling my mouth to his neck.

My sensitive fangs extended and a new hunger had sprouted in my throat. His open wide neck was drawing me in, and the blood that flowed underneath was calling to me. I looked away, feeling disgusted with myself with these new urges. He started to rub himself on me, his smell was making me lose control and I couldn't hold it back.

I sunk my fangs into his tender flesh, wrapping my arms around him and bringing his body as close as possible.

I greedily drank from him, wanting the comfort of this prick. Even if I didn't want to admit it, drinking blood like this made me feel better....

His blood was relaxing and it tasted better than any human food I had ever ate. But that's what I feared...I feared not being able to eat human food. I feared the taste of it...if I would hate it and think it tasted disgusting.

After my hunger subdued, I pulled back letting my new teeth retract into my gums. He told me it was 'proper' to lick the wound clean but I was new at this so he didn't blame me if I couldn't. I timidly did so, licking the last bit of blood from his neck, feeling slightly embarrassed. He rubbed my back, whispering how good I did into my ear.

I wouldn't call drinking his blood an accomplishment...but it was better than drinking a humans.

"Better?" he asked.

I nodded my head, before laying my cheek on his chest. I wrapped my arms timidly around him, playing with his shirt between my fingers. He said that after being turned my body will literally crave his and I will want as much comfort from his as possible.

I guess he was right since I just wanted to hug him as close to me as possible at the moment. He smelled nice...

I was glad to see Sketch the other day...and I was thankful I had control over this damn hunger. Xanthe said that he helped calm me, but I really just want to give myself credit for not going crazy. He said that I have to feed regularly, so I was limited on how much time I had with Sketch.

I sighed into his shoulder, why was he so warm? Why did he have to play with my hair? Why was his hand so comforting when it ran back and forth on my head? I didn't get it. Everything he did, drove me crazy...but I guess it was in a good way.

It comforted me and it did make me calm. "Sam...would you like to walk around?" he asked and I nodded.

He stood up, pulling me on my own two feet, before grabbing my hand and heading to the door. He said that walking around and seeing other people would help. Since I would get used to the presence of a lot people and not go crazy if my vampire side kicks in.

I passed the maids and the guards who looked at me with sorrowful expression. I didn't need their pity...I didn't need anyone's pity at the moments.

I was dead...a killer....

I was a bloodsucker...something I never wanted to be. Something that killed my family and imprisoned us like animals. I hated the feeling of being powerless...I hated it more than anything in the entire world. Not being able to stop something like being one of them.

But I couldn't hate him for it, even if I wanted to. I couldn't hate him for what I had become, I couldn't blame anyone other than myself. I was captured...and now I'm undead.

This is a crazy world we live in...

I leaned into him, wanting the warmth of his body and the touch of his skin. The smell of him was nice too. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah..." I muttered.

A maid passed us carrying a bunch of plates, most likely going to the kitchen. But instead of reaching her destination, she tripped and the plates fell to the ground in a thousand different directions it seemed. Xanthe, having reflexes like a cat, grabbed the girl and all the plates in mid air, as I watched in awe.

The girl apologized, as Xanthe handed her the plates back. But what hit my nose in the next second caused me to get all weary and a new hunger hitting my body. I turned toward the new sweet smell wanting more than anything to have it. I felt my fangs extend and a feeling of utter desire overtake me. Xanthe grabbed my body from behind as I thrashed and kicked trying to get to that new smell. I wanted it...no I needed it.

"Baby, calm down." he cooed but I didn't give in this time. I wanted it now and I want to drink or eat whatever it was. It smelled nicer than anything, even nicer than Xanthe's blood. I bet it would taste better too. The only thing on my mind was that smell and I know it would not go away.

Xanthe obviously held me where I was, since I was a lot weaker than him, whispering a bunch of things I didn't bother to hear.

"Sam...Sam, you don't want that. Promise me, it's not something you'll forgive yourself for." he muttered and I felt like my energy to get to the source was slowly dying. I just wanted to cry at the moment...the only other thing that would smell better than vampire blood would most likely be humans.

And if I was so attracted to it, I was truly the monster that I never wanted to be. I was attracted to a humans blood...what I used to be.

I fell to my knees just, but Xanthe held me up from behind as I let out a cry of pain. Xanthe rushed us back into his room at the speed of lighting, laying us both down on the bed. He hugged me close as I let out my cries and frustration.

I wonder what Sketch would of bought if he saw me like that? Would he get disgusted or would he feel sorry for me?

"Hey, it's okay. You fought it...you controlled it. You did so good, baby." he whispered in my ear holding me close.

I guess I did fight it but it didn't make what I almost did any better. I was actually attracted to humans blood but I didn't think that I wouldn't be. I just thought since I was human before I would have more control that way. But I guess not...I guess I wasn't at an advantage.

"I'm sorry..." I cried, holding onto his shirt collar never wanting to let go. Why did this happen to me? I never did anything wrong...all I did was take care of Sketch. Or at least tried my best to be a good role model for him. But how am I supposed to be a role model when I'm like this?

Would my parents be ashamed of me? Would they hate me for who I have become? I tried desperately to be like them for the sake of my younger brother. But what do I do now?

Is it the beginning?

Or is this the end?

Maybe the question I should ask is, is this the end of my hope? Or has this made me better? I wanted someone to tell me it was alright to feel this way. That it was okay to be attracted to blood...

That is was okay to spend my life like this and possibly be happy.

I just wanted this to be okay.

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