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Fawn spun and looked around the room. In the corner, she spotted a movement, and shifted her eyes toward it. She saw a faint glowing, a thin wisp of a thing. She walked toward it, and stood before it, studying it and wondering what it might be. She reached out her hand, intending to try and touch it, when it grabbed her by the wrist. She gasped and tried to pull her hand away, but whatever it was had a firm grasp on her. She dropped to her knees, yanking her hand repeatedly in a desperate effort to free herself. She looked at her wrist and saw what looked like a hand curled around it. Suddenly, it released her and she fell to the ground. She then heard what sounded like faint laughter.



"Fawn...." It was the whisper she had been hearing.



Propping herself up on her elbows, she stared at the seemingly empty space. She felt a slight breeze, and before she could wonder what was happening, Gina appeared in front of her.



"Fawn!" Her voice was nothing but an echo.



Fawn couldn't believe that Gina was standing before her, right in her room.



"Gina?" she said hesitantly.



"Yes! It's me, you remember!" said Gina happily.



"Of course I remember. I would never forget you. What are you doing here? Are you really here or am I just crazy?"



Gina shook her head.



"Nope, I'm really here! Aren't you going to give me a hug?"



Fawn looked at Gina's transparent figure.



"Can I?"



Gina threw her head back in laughter.



"Of course silly! Here.."



Fawn watched as Gina's shape filled out until she appeared as solid as Fawn herself. She stretched out her arms. Fawn stood up and slowly walked toward her, lifting her's as she drew closer. Wrapping her arms around Gina, she breathed in her familiar scent. Lavender, chamomile, and the rich scent of vanilla. How she had missed her. She watched her bloody tears drip down Gina's back as she hoped with all of her being that she was really here. Gina must have heard her quiet sobs, as she pulled back and held Fawn out in front of her.



"What's wrong Fawnie?" She looked as if she might cry herself. "Aren't you happy to see me?"



Fawn wiped her eyes and looked at Gina. She took in all of her features, wanting to remember as much as possible, as if she would disappear any minute.



"I am happy. The happiest I've been in a long time. I....I'm just not so sure this is really happening."



Gina smiled. She swept Fawn up in another hug, whispering in her ear.



"If I weren't here, your friend wouldn't be watching us."



Fawn picked her head up off of Gina's shoulder. She turned around to see Carlos, in George's black plaid pajama bottoms, sleepily squinting at them. He stood there for about five minutes before walking out of the room. Fawn gently broke away from Gina's grasp, as they were still holding each other's forearms. She walked into the living room, where she saw him layuing on the floor, staring at the ceiling. He did not look well, so she tiptoed over to him and knelt down by his head.





"Are you ok?" she asked.



He said nothing, and continued to stare at the ceiling. His eyes were barely open. Fawn began to worry and went to the kitchen. She set the coffee machine that was never really used to 98.6 and waited. When it beeped, she rested her hands on it until they heated up, and quickly walked back to Carlos and felt his forehead. She was shocked to feel how hot it was, and ran to the bathroom. As she yanked storage boxes down from the shelves, Gina stood in the doorway watching.



"What are you looking for Fawnie?" she asked.



Fawn rooted through the bin, slightly annoyed that George wouldn't have thought to buy a thermometer.



"I think Carlos might have a fever....but I cant be sure, I dont run a human temperature anymore."



She put the bin back on the shelf and stood on the stool in front of the sink. George had chuckled when he put it there, and she hadn't spoken to him for a day and a half because of it. She gave up her search and grabbed a washcloth off of the towel rack. She wet it and went back into the living room, Gina trailing behind. Carlos' eyes were now completely closed. Fawn lightly shook his shoulder, to assure herself that he was still alive, and placed the cloth on his head. She wasn't sure what to do, and she wished that George were there to help her. She tried to remember what her mother would do when she was sick. Then again, she thought, her mother had always known what she had been sick with. In this case, Fawn had no clue what could be causing Carlos' sudden illness. He flopped his head to the side and stared at Fawn's knees. His mouth hung open and his eyes had opened slightly again.



"Do you want to lay down on the couch?" asked Fawn.



Carlos barely managed to shake his head, before it fell to the side again. Fawn looked at Gina, silently pleading for help. Gina walked over and sat on the other side of him.



"Did you bite him?" she asked.



"Yes, but I only drank his blood, I didn't backwash." Fawn replied worriedly.



"I don't know Fawnie...."



Now Fawn was really worried. Carlos couldn't be changing, not now, not without George! She placed her fingers against his neck, and felt a dangerously slow pulse. An immense amount of fear washed over her as she realized what was happening. She had no idea what to do, if George were here he would have helped. She cursed herself for losing control.



"It was an honest mistake Fawnie." Gina said, looking at her with pity.



Fawn was angry. She couldn't believe all that had gone wrong, and seriously wrong at that. She took her hand away from his paling skin, so as not to lose it again.



"What am I going to do?!" she said frantically. "This isn't something you can just Google!"



Fawn tried to remember what George had done for her in her last human hours. She faintly remembered his fingers pushing against the middle of her collarbone every few minutes, but that was it.



"My hands..."



Fawn looked down and saw that Carlos had his hands facing palm-up at his sides.



"What's wrong with your hands?" Fawn asked gently.



"They burn. They BURN." He screamed out in pain, as Fawn looked sorrowfully down at him. It was her venom. She put her head in her hands, what was she to do? She was only a newborn herself.



"He'll be alright Fawnie. Sit him up."



Fawn looked over at Gina, surprised that she was so calm. She took hold of Carlos' shoulders and dragged him to the other side of the room, and propped him up against the wall. Gina crouched next to her and lifted his eyelids. Fawn saw that they were starting to take on a redish brown color.



"Feel his neck again."



Fawn wondered how Gina knew so much about vampirism, but did as she was told. Carlos' pulse was getting slower. Gina gently ran her fingers from one side of Fawn's head to the other, winked, and vanished. Fawn sat there wondering what she had done, when suddenly, everything that George had done to care for her came flooding back. She tied his hair back and disappeared into the kitchen, emerging with one of the surgical bags she had stolen. She set it on the end table next to the couch and went to sit by Carlos again.



"Ok these next few hours are going to be hell, but afterward you'll just be tired." she said.



He turned his head to look at her, and drew in a deep breath. He found that he had less need for it now.



"Is that blood?" he asked while slowly gesturing to the table.



"Yes." answered Fawn.



"Do I have to drink it?"



"Yes."



"Sweet." He chuckled, an odd thing for a newborn vampire, especially in the state he was in.



Fawn smiled and drew her knees to her chest. She was going to be his mentor, she couldn't believe it. She became overwhelmed with excitement, as she would be taking on a big responsibility.



"Is there anything you need?" she asked, before realizing that she would know the answer to that question better than he would.



"Not really, am I supposed to feel like I'm on fire?" he asked.



"Yes, that's the suckish part of this."



"How long will it last?"



"Only until morning."



He turned his head to look at the opposite side of the room.



"Who was that with you by the way?" he asked after a while.



"Oh..that was my girlfriend, she died though. You could see her?"



"Yeah, did I forget to mention my experience with the paranormal?"



Fawn laughed.



"Yeah, you might have left that out. So you see ghosts huh?" She was intrigued.



"Yeah, often actually. But she felt real, I could feel her hand when she looked at my eyes. Usually I only see wispy figures or hear them. Her energy isn't negative though, her being there didn't disturb the atmosphere."



He looked remarkably better than he had, which amazed Fawn.



"What kind of ghosts do you usually see?" she asked.



"Mostly soldiers from the revolution and families from the Black Death. It's really morbid but they're there. Some bother me but mostly they just sit and watch what I do. There's this one little girl, her name is Christabel, and she talks to me. Her mom just sits in my desk chair and stares at me, almost as if she thinks I'd hurt her daughter."



Fawn became quite interested in Carlos' unusual gift. She wanted to know more.

"Are you ok?" he asked. He looked confused and quite concerned.



"I'm not sure.....Help me move George." said Fawn.



Carlos grabbed George's legs and once again, Fawn found herself holding the shooulders. They quietly and carefully carried George down the stairs and to the back of the building. Fawn started George's BMW and motioned silently for Carlos to put him in the back seat.



"Ok stay here a minute." she ordered.



She disappeared into the door that lead into the maintenance room, emerging with a bottle of lighter fluid.



"How old are you anyway?" she asked him.



"I'm 15" he answered.



"Well I might have to ask you to drive this thing because my nerves are really shot right now." said Fawn, looking at him shyly.



Carlos looked over to the car and stared at it for a few minutes before holding out his hand for the keys.



"I'd be glad to." he told her, smiling.



Fawn handed him the keys and as she climbed into the passenger seat, she caught a glimpse of George in the back. She felt the stinging rush of tears come to her eyes as she realized that she was the cause of this. She looked to the driver's side to see Carlos staring at her with a frightened and worried expression.



"What?" she asked, worrying a bit herself.



"You're.....you're bleeding..."



It sounded as if he had to choke the words out. She must have looked confused, because he lifted his hand and wiped it across her cheek. Drawing it back, he turned it to face her, revealing a blood smear. She hadn't realized she had been crying.



"Oh that, that's nothing. That happens. Are we going or what?"



"Sure.." he said as he shifted gears, still looking at her.



They drove down to the small beach that nobody really cared much for anymore. Getting George out of the back of the car was really difficult for Fawn, as she had to rest the back of his head on her shoulder to get a good hold on him. The both of them carried George down by the water and set him down.



"Ok" said Fawn, uncapping the lighter fluid. "You really cannot tell anybody about what you saw, what I did, and what you're about to see me do."



Carlos nodded and watched as she squirted the fluid over George's body, and lit a match. They stared as George turned into nothing but ash, and Fawn could not stop the bloody tears from falling. She wanted to throw herself into the fire with him. She wanted to bleed in the sunlight, be crushed under the pressure of the ocean for what she had done.



"Please don't." said Carlos.



She turned to him, confused once again.



"What are you talking about?"



"I heard. Don't punish yourself for this, you couldn't have stopped it. It's a newborn impulse, to go into a sort of frenzy." He smiled.



As Fawn tried to piece together what he could possibly be speaking of, he started to talk again.



"Yes, I read your mind. It's a thing I have....I don't know why I can read it but I can. It's like I can feel what yor thinking, so to speak."



She stared at him, her now golden eyes showing much interest. She turned away quickly and looked at the water.



"The tide should be coming in soon...to put this out." she said, implying that they should leave.



Carlos understood and the two of them walked back to the car. They sat and waited for the salty sea to wash George away, wash away his wisdom, his kindness. Wash away all that he was, all his knowledge. Fawn did not look away as the car pulled onto the road. Carlos and Fawn were silent for the remainder of the ride back to George's house. As he shut the car off, Carlos turned in his seat to look at Fawn, just as George had done.



"Listen..this may not be the best time for this but I don't really think you should stay here by yourself." he said.



"Why? Because you think I'll kill someone else? From now on, I'll stick to blood bags, thanks." She began to open her door, when he grabbed her by the wrist.



"Please, can I stay?"



The sound of pleading in his voice made Fawn feel like a jerk for being so cold towards him. For the first time that night, she smiled at him.



"Sure you can stay. I just hope you don't mind sleeping in George's room."



He smiled widely at the sound of her words, and she wanted to ask him why he did not want to go back home, but figured it had been to long a night to bring it up. She unlocked the front door and they stood in the foyer for what seemed like a long time.



"So I think you already know where George's room is....is there anything you need?" asked Fawn.



"Not really....but I think we should both get some sleep."



She nodded, and he nodded back. They went to their rooms, and as Fawn put on her nightdress, she found herself wondering what was to happen from here.



"Fawn...." A whisper.

Sitting now on the cold earth, with tears freezing to her face, Fawn shut the book and leaned against the stone. She looked up into the tree's branches, as if they might offer some sort of answer. She couldn't bear to stay another minute. Not with the flashback she just had. She said a prayer for Gina and gathered her things, walking back down the path she had come. She took care not to trip over the tree again. As she emerged from within the bare canopy of trees, she spotted George dragging into the house what looked like a stuggling teen. She decided to help and walked up the steps and into the foyer. George had hold of what seemed to be a boy her age. He had dark hair that fell to his shoulders, a lip ring, and was wearing a fair amount of eyeliner.



"Fawn!" George yelled. "Why are you just standing there?! Come help me please!"



Fawn walked over to the wriggling young man, laid her hand on his head and pushed a pressure point. He slipped to the floor as George and Fawn stood staring. Sighing, Fawn looked up at George.



"So are we moving him or is he going to be our new doormat?" she asked sarcastically.



Chuckling, George picked up the boy's legs.



"I think it would be best if we made him as comfortable as possible." and gestured for her to take him by the shoulders.



They carried him into the living area and set him on the couch.



"Now, we have little time before he wakes, so I will show you how to do this quickly."



Brushing the boy's hair back, George felt around his neck for an exceptionally full artery. He gestured for Fawn to feel as well.



"Do you recognize the one I have chosen?" he asked her sweetly.



"Yes" she answered.



It was the carotid artery, she had studied it in school. She rested her fingers on the pulsing muscle.



"I won't.....kill him....will I?"



"Only if you do not intend to, my dear."



She looked at the kid, then back up at George, who pointed to a spot on his neck. Bending down, Fawn sunk her fangs deep into the boy's neck. It was much easier than she had thought, his olive toned skin sliced at the touch of her fangs as if she had bitten into a stick of butter. She could not believe the taste. It was unlike anything she had ever had before, much different than what she had been drinking.



"Fawn....Fawn stop! Stop it or you will kill him!"



George grabbed Fawn off of the boy. She snarled at him and nearly ripped free of his grasp, but he restrained her while he hid the young teen in his room. Running back to Fawn, he found her at the window, dragging her nails down the crystal glass.



"Fawn, my love."



She whipped her head around, rage flooding her eyes. She grabbed the curtains and yanked them down. George grabbed hold of her wrist and turned her to look him in the face.



"Stop. It seems that you are still too young to be given the responsibility of fresh human blood." he said sternly.



The anger left her eyes and Fawn sat on the edge of the coffee table, staring at George's feet.



"I'm sorry. I....I don't know I just.....I didn't know."



"Of course you didn't, my dear." said George sweetly. "Your self control hasn't quite fully developed yet."



He chuckled, then he laughed. And it was his laughter that led Fawn to find herself in the middle of the room, her nails dug deep into George's neck, sobbing. Ripping out the veins and tendons as she withdrew her hand, she threw her head back and let out a shriek of regret. She pounded her fists on the floor, in a fit of rage as she went over in her mind what she had just done. She, who swore she would never hurt. She, who had lost a dear lover. She, who despised anyone that harmed others. She, Fawn Levina, had killed.





"Fawn..."





She looked around, greatly confused.





"Oh god what have I done? GEORGE!" she screamed.



She dropped to her knees and sobbed on the floor, unaware that her first victim was now awake. He peeked out of the small opening of the door, staring at Fawn. She felt his presence and sat up.



"WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT! DO YOU WANT ME TO KILL YOU TOO? DO YOU WANT TO DIE?"



Her voice cracked at the intensity of her shrieking, and the boy slowly came out of George's room. He walked over and sat down on the floor next to her. He silently looked at George's corpse, then at Fawn. She glared up at him, furious that everybody was taller than she. She felt like killing him. She wanted to do the same to him as she had done to George for sitting there so calmly. She immediatly retracted the thought, horrified that it had even crossed her mind. She began to cry again.



"Look at this! Look at him! Look at what I did to him! Why don't you run! Why didn't you get out of here as soon as he stuffed you in that room!" She found that it was very difficult to stop yelling.



The boy turned his head to look at George again. He didn't seem bothered by the fact that he was dead. He looked again at Fawn, who stared at him with bloody tears running down her face.



"I had been awake for a while.....I didn't know you were vampires. I would have easily followed your mentor back there if I had known I had a chance of being changed." he said.



Fawn looked at him with an expression of utter disbelief. How could he be so calm? Was she just insane? Was she not threatening?



"I'm Carlos by the way." he said, smiling at her.



"Fawn....sorry about the little show I just put on for you." she replied, looking embarrassed.



He chuckled, being careful not to laugh, as he did not want to end up like George. He watched her get up and walk over to George, clenching her fists. He came up behind her and rested his hand on her shoulder. She spun around, startled.



"Why are you still here? I just killed my mentor and you're all happy sappy like he's just sleeping! How did you know he was my mentor anyway?"



The young man laughed a bit louder this time.



"I've done my research."



She found herself, once again, staring at him with confusion.

Nightfall brought another one of George's lessons. Fawn rose out of bed and sleepily rubbed her eyes. She looked around her room once, before going into the bathroom and starting the shower. She stared into the mirror as the steam fogged the glass. She traced her finger along the sharp outline of her collarbone and up her throat. She breathed in the thick steam and as she stepped into the scalding water, she was suddenly overtaken by a vivid and painful vision. Plunging deep into the depths of her own mind, Fawn found herself standing in front of a large apple tree, the size of an oak. She touched the soft, green petals and took in the scent of sweet apple blossoms. She looked over and saw Gina, lightly perched on a swing hanging from one of the tree's branches.



"I told you I'd wait for you." she said with a loving smile.



Fawn ran to her, feeling as though her feet were not touching the ground. As she ran, the tree began to catch fire.



"Fawwwnn..." Gina called, her voice little more than an echo.



Fawn ran as hard as her legs would allow, but finally, they gave out. She knelt watching as Gina disappeared, the flames quietly licking at the massive tree. A stream of burning, blood tinted tears ran down her pale cheeks. She began to notice the flames spreading over what was now an empty field. It engulfed the tangled weeds and dry earth. Her mind labyrinth was collapsing. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on where her body was. She brought forth the image of the steaming bathroom, the foggy mirror, the sensation of the burning water. The field began to flood. She jumped to her feet and gasped as the raging waves put out the flames and washed over her. She struggled under the pressure of the water, and her screams were nothing but a muffled gurgle. Her vision began to fade, and soon her eyes snapped open to find herself lying on the shower's floor. She turned her head, which stung, and saw red tinted water gently flowing down the drain. She must have hit her head, she thought. She laid there until her head stitched itself and the water ran cold.



She walked back into her room and opened her armoire. She slipped into jeans and a red sweater, which fit her nicely. She walked into the living room, where George had set out 4 blood bags to rise to room temperature. She opened one and flopped onto the couch. Her vision had put her in quite a sour mood. She had been having them since the day Gina died. She wondered briefly if she would ever overcome the impact that her death had brought upon Fawn. She blocked the thought from her mind once again, and began to wonder where George was. She noticed a note on the coffee table, and picked it up.



'Went out to get you a fresh victim. Be aware, my Fawn' it read.



Fawn sighed and switched on the TV. She absentmindedly flipped through the channels before switching it back off and grabbing her coat. George found it quite amusing that she still thought she needed a coat, and any time he brought it up, she would stubbornly argue that somebody would be suspicious of a person walking around in the dead of winter without a coat. She walked outside, locking the door behind her. She carefully walked down the icy pathway that lead from George's house to the main road. She headed toward the small 24 hour grocery store. She pushed open the door, triggering the small bell at the top. She staggered back for a moment, the light being too much for her. She pulled her sunglasses out of her coat pocket and put them on, ignoring the store owner's curious looks. Walking over to where the flowers were, she stopped and carefully examined each type. After much internal arguing, she finally decided upon a bundle of deep red roses. She went over to the counter and waited while the young man wrapped them in paper. Holding them as gently as possible, so as not to crush them, Fawn walked back down the road toward the forest near George's house. She walked among the sad, wilting trees and crackling leaves. Deep in thought, she almost tripped over the protruding roots of a maple tree.



"Stupid thing." she said only to herself. "Can't you at least make an effort to grow correctly? God damn."



Realizing that getting angry with a tree wasn't worth the energy, she continued on until she came to the small open meadow, where Gina's weeping willow stood tall and strong. It had lost it's leaves, making it look almost as sad as Fawn was. Looking slightly down, her eyes fell upon the small marble tombstone at the base of the tree.



Gina Angel

1993-2009

'Our dear Gina, always to be in our minds and hearts'





Fawn had helped Gina's family plan the funeral. It was painful; Fawn would have rather walked on broken glass than look at pictures of Gina being alive and happy.



She sat beside the stone and unwrapped the flowers, laying them in front of it. She rested her hand on the hard, cold marble. She couldn't let herself think of the story the officer had told her. Not here, not now. Taking off her backpack, she took out the book she had been reading to Gina. Gina had always liked Fawn to read to her; she claimed that she made the book seem more interesting. Despite the many therapy sessions and shrinks, all telling her to let go, Fawn had been coming to this little meadow every single day since Gina was buried. Every day that is, until she was turned. Then it was endless lessons from George night after night, and sitting there now, she felt absolutely awful for having not been able to visit. She opened the book to the page where the two had pressed tiger lillies they had found, and Fawn began to cry.



Almost as if her tears triggered it, the wretched memory of Gina's death came flooding back to Fawn with sudden misery.



It had been about six o'clock on a bright Saturday morning, and Fawn had been getting annoyed with the constant raps on the front door that her mother seemed not to hear. She had gotten up to answer it, and was greeted by a police officer clad in full uniform. She remembered being worried that she would be accused of something she did not do, as she did worry about that sort of thing often. He had asked to come in, which made her even more nervous, but nontheless, she opened the door wider to let him through. Her mother had been in the kitchen having her morning coffee, and walked into the living room when she saw the policeman. He sat both Fawn and her mother down on the couch, and told them the news that changed Fawn's life forever.



"We understand you and your family are friends of Gina Angel, is that correct?" he had first asked.



"Yes, we are. Is there something wrong?" Fawn's mother had answered, with Fawn only nodding in agreement.



"Well- well yes there is. Miss Angel was found dead in the park this morning. She was murdered, beaten and stabbed twice."



The minute the words left his mouth, Fawn's heart climbed all the way into her throat. Only she and her mother had known about their relationship, and Fawn couldn't believe it.



"Oh my! Oh my......" was all Fawn's mother could say, with tears in her eyes.



Fawn had just sat there, staring at the officer, the tears already staining her cheeks. She was then informed that Gina had been killed due to the jealousy of one of the most popular girls in school, who had then been charged with second degree murder. Kathy Ortega had become enraged when her boyfriend told her about the affair that Gina had been supposedly pressuring him to have, to cover up the actual affair he had been having with a different girl. Gina had never done anything to Kathy, but Kathy had dangerous anger management problems, and was furious. Unaware of her status with Fawn, she had called Gina that night and asked her to come to the park to take a walk. It was there that she had led her to a small opening within the trees.



Then she began to hit. She hit Gina once, knocking her to the ground, when her boyfriend stepped in. Gina had tried to hit back, but Vincent had grabbed her and slammed her against a tree, giving Kathy a clear blow to her ribs. As Gina continued to be hurt by Kathy, she wriggled free of Vincent's grasp and let fly an angry punch to his face. This had been the last straw. Kathy had pulled from her belt a shank that she had made out of a piece of glass, and it only took one thrust to knock Gina down for the last time.



"I hope you've learned your lesson, miss." Kathy whispered into Gina's ear.



"But don't worry" she added with a chuckle "You seem very down to earth."



Throwing back her head with laughter, she shoved the shard into Gina's neck, and gently smoothed her hair back as Gina let out her dying breath, all the while, with a grin on her face.

"Ah, here we are." George said as he marked the page of a praticular spell.



Rising from the table, he walked over to the corner of a room where there sat a small radio. He put a CD in, pressed play, and the soothing hums of Enya's "Boadicea" filled the room.



"Dance child."



Confused, Fawn got up from her seat and stood staring at him.



"Dance I said. Come, take my hands."



He led her across the room, hands linked, and slowly moved her arms in smooth, flowing motions. Smiling down at her as they moved around the room, he spun her gently and then sat in a chair for her to continue herself.



"I've started you off. Let's see now what you can do."



Embarrassed, but quite intrigued, Fawn slowly lifted her arms and moved them in the same motion George had, all the while studying his face for signs of displeasure. She closed her eyes and moved slowly around the table, focusing only on Enya's comforting voice and the movements of her own body. She spun and twirled, her bare feet moving gracefully across the cool wooden floor. She ran her hand along the rough textured wall, and the window frame, eyes still closed. As the last few whispers of the song floated out of the radio, she came to a slow stop in front of George.



"So how'd I do?"



"Beautiful. You will make a fine mentor one day, my dear. Maybe even a coven master, if you do as you are asked..."



Fawn straightened her spine, happy that she had pleased George.



"Well, I think you have learned enough for one night. Shall we?"



He reached out his hand, and she took it. Her small hand disappeared in his, which unsettled her. They grabbed their bag and headed downstairs to where George's shiny black BMW was waiting. Getting into the passenger seat, Fawn dug into her coat pocket for her phone. She flipped it open to the contact page, intending to delete everybody's number but George's. Then she saw Gina's number, and before she could stop it, the sting of tears came to her eyes. George, who had been watching her, gently took the phone from her hand and set it on the dashboard.



"We could visit her if you like."



Fawn shook her head and folded her hands. It had been exactly a year since Gina died. She had been Fawn's best friend turned girlfriend for years, and they were perfect. Then, one morning, she was greeted by a police officer at her door, saying that Gina had been found beaten to death in the park. The memory of that day still hit Fawn with a disturbing intensity, as it had brought her whole world crashing down.



Deciding she'd rather not think about it, she put the CD George had brought into the car's radio. She had always liked Enya, especially after Gina had died. She found that it was easier to relax when she heard Enya. She stared out the window into the black velvet sky, and could almost see Gina watching over her. This, she believed, was one of the down sides of being a vampire. Never again would she see sweet Gina, or feel her touch. Fawn shoved the thought out of her mind, she was too tired to cry.



The car pulled into George's driveway, and he cut the engine. He turned in his seat and looked at her, a small but kind smile on his face. She smiled back and opened her door, stepping out into the cold winter air. Once they were inside, Fawn went directly to her room, which had originally been George's storage room, but he had easily cleaned it out and bought her a bed.



Walking over to the armoire, she pulled out the red nightgown she had taken from her own home. She removed her white tee, which was still blood stained, as she had not thought to use bleach. She tossed it into the laundry basket beside her bed, and continued to undress. She walked to the large, full length mirror that hung on the inside of the armoire's door. She stared at herself, taking in for the first time, all of her new features. The first things she noticed were her new eyes. They were quite small, like the rest of her, but what were once light green irises, were now red as the blood she had stolen. Her long blond hair fell about her shoulders in a tangled mess of golden beauty. She picked up her hairbrush and combed through the rats, making her hair smooth and pin straight as it always was.



She put on the nightgown and was startled at how bright it was, though there wasn't much change in her skin color. She had always been a bit pale. Closing the armoire, she stepped out into the living room to see George sitting on the couch, flipping through TV channels. She cleared her throat, to make sure he knew she was there. He turned, and a massive grin spread across his face.



"How lovely! Is that yours?"



"Yes, I took it when I was clearing out my old room. Should I pull the curtains?"



"Yes" he said. "That would be very helpful, thank you."



"No problem." she answered, pulling the thick drapes closed.



She turned again to face the room, and regarded George with a smile, the first she had offered him since she was turned.



"I'm going to have a drink and then go to bed." she said.



"Ok little one, I will see you as soon as the sun sets."



Frowning, she went to the cooler where George kept their supply. She took a bag out and set it on the end table. She sat next to George while she waited for it to rise to room temperature.



"So you really think I'm going to be a coven master." joked Fawn



"I know you will be a coven master, and a fine one at that. I shall teach you all I know." He chuckled at the expression on Fawn's perfect face, a quizzical look of disbelief.



"Well, we'll have to see about that." She said as she ripped open the bag and gulped the dark, crimson liquid. She quite liked the taste of blood, although at first, despite her vampiric likenesses, was reluctant to try. It was the taste of life, the sweet taste of a living human. Honey, chocolate, berries, and in some cases, youth. All mixed into one drop of what pounded through every human's veins.



She threw the bag away and lightly started off to her room, to get some rest before her next lesson.



"Goodnight, George."



"Goodnight, lovely. Make sure your curtains are drawn."



"They are. See you tomorrow."



Fawn stepped back into her room, closing the door. She lifted the bed covers and slipped underneath. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt Gina's presence, calming her and carrying her away into the deep labyrinth of her mind.

It was about midnight, and Fawn stood before the huge, heavy set door that lead into the Red Cross Blood Bank. She didn't enjoy stealing, but the five year old in the last neighborhood she was in had put up a fit. She looked through the window and, much to her luck and surprise, saw the guard sleeping soundly on a stool. "What an idiot" she thought, and pulled out the bobby pin she kept in her hair for lockpicking. It was a skill she had had since she was young, and a skill that proved helpful in many situations. She inserted the pin into the lock and poked around until she heard the tumblers shift. She turned the knob and pushed. The door opened easily, despite it's heavy appearance.

Closing it behind her, she tiptoed over to the guard, who was snoring quite loudly. It felt odd to her, not to have her heart pounding in her chest as it should have been. Then she reminded herself again that nothing would ever be the same with her. Focusing back on what she needed to get done, she looked over to the lock on the next door and studied it's shape. Then she looked at the ring of keys clipped to his belt. With a swift movement, she sliced the cord that held them and caught the keys as they fell. It had occured to her to pry the door off of it's hinges, but she didn't want there to be any telltale signs of a break in; she had already picked a lock. The last thing she needed was the cops after her.



She spotted a key that had a rather similar shape to the lock. She shoved it in and turned it. The door opened with a clank, and swung open to reveal hundreds of surgical bags full of the blood of friendly donors. She tossed the keys back onto the guard, who didn't wake, and walked over to the Type O section. This had been the blood type she was fed just after she was turned, and she was afraid to try anything else. Zipping open the duffel bag she had brought, she began grabbing bags of blood and stuffed them in. She filled the bag until she could barely get it shut, then turned around and quickly headed back towards the door. She pulled it closed and made sure that it was locked, before running out of the building and down the dark street. She had done it, she had enough to please her blood father.



That was the last time she would steal, she promised herself. Making it to the end of the block, she pulled out her phone and dialed his number.



"George? Yes, I have it. No, I didn't. I shut all the doors, yes. No, nobody was killed. Yes but- Ok. Well yes I will but George- George I'm lost! I need you to give me directions. On the corner of 29th and Cantobury. Ok...ok I'll be about 5 minutes. Bye."



She hurried down the next few blocks, and into the alleyway between the 2 abandoned buildings that stood tall and dark. She shivered at it's harrowing presence. Running to the fire escape, she pulled down the ladder and climbed up to the first floor, then the second, then the third. She could not figure out why George always made her meet him there, for he had quite a nice home. An old Victorian house it was, yet here she was climbing through the window of a dirty old shoe factory. She shut the window and looked around. She set the bag down and folded her arms. She felt him there, but George liked to play games.



"Here it is. I'm not playing around this time G, you'll have to come over here and get it."



She heard the heavy sound of footsteps, and a light went on. Blinking, she shielded her eyes, as she was still very sensitive to the light.



"Being a bit of a drama queen, are we my Fawn?"



"You know that hurts George. Especially without warning." she huffed.



George was a handsome young man in his mid twenties. He had long, dark hair that fell down his back and eyes blue as the sea. He always kept an erect posture, and pestered Fawn about hers, saying it was no wonder she complained often of an aching back. He had turned her three weeks after her seventeenth birthday, on a fairly clear night. She had been in the bookstore, reading a book of spells, when he sat down next to her and struck up a conversation. After some time with him, she agreed to take a walk to continue further with their talk. It wasn't long before he had pinned her to a wall, plunging his fangs into her alabaster neck.



Now that she thought about it, she could have avoided it, but her fascination with the undead had left her hurriedly grabbing important belongings from her room, and getting into George's car. She stared up at George, as he was quite tall compared to her. He looked back at her with an amused smirk.



"What? Is there something funny about me? I can hear you laughing at my shortness inside, so you can just stop it."



She glared up at him, trying to be annoyed, but the look on his face made her giggle. Satisfied that he had drawn some form of happiness out of her, he took her hand and led her to the middle of the room, where a small table stood.



"It wasn't easy, you know. That guard could have woken up and busted me. I could have ended up in the slammer and you would have had to come and bail me out. Now wouldn't that have been a waste of time?"



George didn't answer, which she disliked greatly, as he did it often.



He walked her to the table and sat her down. She looked at the items that were laid on the table, confused as to what they might be for. A lit candle, a knife, a pitcher of wine, and a small goblet. She glanced up at George, who was now sitting across from her.



"What's all this for?"



"This, my lovely, is your first ritual." he answered with a smile.



"Oh, so now I have to perform rituals?"



She sat back in the chair and folded her arms. They were quite short, which made her even more angry. Sensing her thinning patience, George picked up the knife and held it in front of her.



"Yes, you must perform rituals once a month. I thought you liked the idea of vampirism."



Fawn sat upright and touched the knife's blade.



"I do, I just didn't realize how much work it would be. But show me how to do this, I'm thinking this whole ritual thing might be pretty badass if there's a knife involved."



Laughing at her sweet ignorance, George held out his palm.



"Then give me your hand."



She interlocked her hand with his, and he flipped it over so it was facing with her palm up.



"What a lovely little thing you are. Yes, indeed, you are the envy of every vampire in existance. I am glas we are blood kin."



Fawn smiled shyly, enjoying the fact that this man was her mentor. George picked up the knife and, with one swift movement, sliced open the meaty part of her thumb. Shocked, she ripped her hand away from his.



"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I thought this was a ritual!"



"It is, my dear. This wine must be purified by the blood of a newly born vampire, such as yourself."



He gestured for her hand, and she hesitantly placed it his palm once again. Her skin had healed in the time it took for their small discussion, so George gently pulled the blade along her thumb once more. Holding it over the pitcher, he squeezed until a few beads of crimson dripped into the wine.



"Normally this would be done with a human, but as you may have noticed, one will not be joining us tonight."



Fawn rolled her eyes and pulled her sleeve over her hand, which had already healed. The deep wound was now nothing but a soft pink line harshly contrasting the color of her skin. She watched as George poured wine into the goblet, took a sip, and handed it to her.



"In the event of an actual ritual, there would be a circle including all of the recently born blood children. You do not have to know how to do this now, but I thought it would be necessary for you to learn for when you become a mentor yourself."



He smiled sweetly at her, and she returned the grin. He then took a book out of his jacket, set it on the table, and flipped through its dogeared pages.

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carlosthesecond
00:42 Apr 28 2011

you put these on here too? amazing story :)

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