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and blinked, turning to move my head around enough to make out their faces, but I couldn’t. The blood that was pouring profusely out of my eyes blurred my vision.
    “She’s a vampire, Eli! We can't just let her go,” the man that trapped me growled.
    “She’s weak; you said so yourself. Give her the serum and let’s go,” Eli replied.
    I flinched as a slight injection was administered into my neck.
    What is it? Was it a tracking device or a poison that was going to kill me? My worry jumped up a scale as my vision started coming and going in waves, it must be some kind of sedative… that or I’d just go to sleep and never wake up.
    I put all of my strength into my legs but I couldn’t stand. My face met the solidity of the concrete and I blacked out.
     
    I opened my eyes and squinted around a room that was familiar; my room. I was at home, in my own bed. I looked down at my wrists — no burns, not even a scratch. What happened? Normally, a human would first assume it was all a dream. Oh, how I long for simplicity. No brief relief for me; vampires don’t sleep.
    I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialled Camilla's number. Instead of answering the call, she barged through my door, her mother in tow.
    “How are you feeling?” they said in unison.
    I shrugged my shoulders. How should I be feeling? I was attacked at school by some delicious smelling strangers who may or may not work for the man that slaughtered my mother and turned me into a monster. I feel fantastic.
    “School said you fainted; they called me and wanted to send you to the hospital, but I told them it was normal and I brought you home,” Camilla explained. “Did you really faint?”
    “Yes, I fainted,” I lied. “Sometimes the sun becomes uncomfortable and too much to handle.”
    Camilla's eyes narrowed; she knew I was lying, but Aunt Jen believed the story, thankfully. I felt horrible lying but if Aunt Jen knew what happened, she would kick me out. Camilla was her top priority, and if people were hunting me, it put her in danger.
    “Well, as long as you’re okay and have no injuries, then I’ll let you rest up. If you need anything, let me know,” Aunt Jen said, relieved.
    She left the room and I relaxed. I didn’t think Aunt Jen would believe that. I mean come on, a vampire fainting? 
    “What really happened?” Camilla asked.
    I was skeptical about telling Camilla the truth. I knew she would follow me everywhere and try and confront those guys on her own if they showed up again. The last thing I wanted was for her to be involved in my business and get hurt, or worse, killed, but at the same time, I didn’t want to go through this alone.
    “I was attacked, near the girls’ toilets,” I explained. “I was trapped with silver.”
    “Was there only one?” Camilla asked.
    “There was another guy there. I couldn't see their faces really because I had hit my head and then he pinned me against the wall.”
    “And you couldn't break free?”
    I shook my head. If only she knew how painful it was when that silver touched my skin. It definitely rivaled being bitten. Camilla wrapped her long arms around me.
    “I'll let you rest. I'm so glad you’re okay.”
    “Cam? Did the school say anything about blood? I cried, and you know how it is when I cry.”
    “No. They didn’t say anything.”
    She handed me a bag of blood from the fridge. I distinctly remember crying, they must have cleaned the blood from my face. What did they want from me?
    “I have to go, but I’ll see you later.” Cam left me alone.
    I sucked back my meal and pondered the fact that I was such a shitty vampire. I'm nothing like the others or like you see on TV or in movies. I go out in the sun, I don't have see-through skin, and I’m nowhere near as fast, strong, or as bloodthirsty as the rest of them. I'm weak; I might as well be human.
     
    I couldn't put what happened at school behind me, my mind kept obsessing over it. Could they be working for Hank? No.
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