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away from her, the eyes, those white eyes in the distance…
    Nicole swallowed the fear rising in her throat. The journal had been in the man’s jacket. He had been there that night. Had he come to fight off the vampires? Her heart beating away from her, Nicole asked herself if she was really buying into this shit? Vampires? She scoffed at the very idea, but those eyes, those white eyes. The journal had spoken of white eyes. But what did she know? She had only been seven years old for Christ’s sake! She could have imagined those eyes, she reasoned. Then why was her heart beating so fast? Why was she trembling? Why was she holding her breath as if she had at last stumble d upon the truth? Vampires…
    Nicole’s bright blue eyes fell to the pages of the journal once more. Scanning down to where she had left off, she clutched the journal with white knuckles and began to earnestly read again.
     
    “After I had cleaned myself up, I went back to my room and sat there, staring at the walls and trying to determine if my mind was safe or not. So much had transpired for my young mind to absorb, but as each new day passed, I grew stronger and wiser to what it was that I was becoming.
    “Widow Winters did not miss the change in me.
    “ “You should eat, Lillian.” She called to me one night from across the dinner table that she had permitted me to sit at with her on the fifth night since Gina had left me. I wondered about her, Gina, the vampire that had made me. Yes, I believed her now. How could I deny what I felt happening to me more and more every day? I could do things that I had never been able to do before. If I concentrated hard enough, I could pick a heartbeat out from a great distance away. I could actually hear the blood running smoothly through veins. It called to me daily, nightly as the hunger clawed at my insides. I hadn’t surrendered to the hunger again since I had taken my faithful friend: the cat’s life. I vowed that I never would, but with each passing day, I found that I wanted it more and more, and it was becoming harder and harder to resist. Where had the one who had made me gone? Would she be back? She had told me that I had six days left. It was now down to one. Tomorrow would be my last day as a mortal, I thought almost calmly. I looked at the sunlight now and it burned into my eyes. It warned me of things to come. It was my jailer, my executioner, and it waited for me to walk me to the gallows.
    “ As a mortal, I had not feared death. I had even welcomed it. As my immortal self grew, I feared death more than anything else in my existence. I looked to Widow Winters over my untouched wineglass. Her dark eyes bore into me and I could read the fear that she did not speak of in the swift beat of her heart.
    “ “You’re so pale.” She mentioned in a trembling voice. Yes, I was pale. I had not fed. I refused to feed. I fought the raging hunger as valiantly as any young girl could and so far I had won.
    “ “I’m not hungry.” I lied to Widow Winters, but my hungry gaze fell to the pulse beat in her throat. I could see the life in her flesh, in her skin. I could smell it in her hair. The beat of her heart called to me. It beat to the music in my head, growing louder and louder until I wanted to cover my ears to keep it out. It was driving me mad! Subconsciously, I traced my lips with my tongue.
    “ “Stop staring at me so.” Widow Winters shrieked in alarm.
    “ “So?” I lifted my gaze, meeting the terror in her eyes.
    “ “Something has changed about you, Lillian.” She acknowledged. Yes, something had, I agreed silently. I was stronger. I was immortal, or I soon would be, I thought almost absently.
    “ “Where are Miss Willis and Miss Samantha tonight?” I asked of her, tearing my gaze away from her throat as the hunger inside of me grew to alarming measures. I did my best to fight it off, to overcome the hunger with my mind that was still human. I tried to reason with the hunger. I