I won't but i will

Here is chapter two. It explains a bit how Quinn became what she is. I would also like to say that i will be using Vampire Diaries as one of the many inspirations to base my vamps on but i must say there will be some elements from twilight ( only the cool power thingies though); traditional vamp mythology and some of my own ideas and fantasies used as well. Please enjoy!

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When my fangs slid out and I plunged them into her neck, deeply. Sucking her blood into my system. It was unlike anything I had ever tasted before. It was pure and utter bliss.

The girl I had never been able to say no to.

Rachel Barbra Berry.

As her delicious blood slid down my throat I could feel her initiate resistance. Her arms were trying to push me away, frantically scratching my back and trying to push me off of her but she couldn't make me. There was no strength that she possessed that could ever rival my own. I could feel the life getting drained out of her and into me. My muscles had strength again, my heartbeat was steady and slow, oh way to slow for any normal human body to survive but enough to keep the venom going as it spread through my body. It infected every fibre of my being and instead of sucking the life out of it like it had before, it now restored it and maximized it to its full glory.

I was so caught up in my feeding that I hadn't noticed how her struggles became weaker until her arms dangled limp and her eyes were closing. I could feel her breathing become more shallow and her heart rate was rapidly dropping. The blood didn't run through her veins at the speed it did ten seconds ago. I shouldn't have cared at all, she was just a mere human. I could hear the nagging voice telling me to keep on sucking, to drain her, to feed on her till she ran out of blood but the biggest part of me, god knows why, screamed for me to stop. And with big wide eyes and a panic in my heart I immediately reeled in my fangs. I pulled back and watched as little drops of blood bubbled at the surface of two clear puncture wounds. Before I even had time to realize what I had done, what this meant, I had scooped her up in my arms and laid her on my bed. I was in full panic mode. My entire body froze, the hairs on the back of my neck rising and goose bumps showing themselves on my skin. Frustrated I ran my hands through my short, messy, blonde hair and tried to come up with something. I needed to fix this. I needed to save her. Or I would never forgive myself.

I felt the need to lick her neck again and I felt disgusted at myself. I groaned in anguish and raked through every memory I still had from the life altering experience i had had a few months ago.

I was just on my way home from my favourite book cafe a couple of blocks away from my apartment. I enjoyed going there every night to catch up on some reading. Whether I was in the mood for some light reading or some more hard-core biographies or case studies, I had never not found exactly what I was looking for. The guy who owned the place was near his fifties and a very pleasant man. Often he would look at me as I walked in and take me to the back where he kept his 'new arrivals'. I never understood why he did that, he just told me I was a special one and special ones deserve special treatment. I had always figured he was talking about my beauty.

Although I did grow slightly larger hips I was still the same blonde haired, hazel eyed beauty from high school. No matter how much alcohol or junk food I consumed during college, I kept the work outs strict enough to make sure I still had that firm, cheerleading body I was so known for. I would never ever turn back into Lucy Caboosy. I remember shuddering at the thought of it.

Anyway as I was slowly strolling down the street, listening to my ipod, someone snatched me from my left side into a dark ally. I know, I know. Cliché right? Except that it wasn't scary or anything. I felt strangely calm and safe even though a stranger was staring me in the eyes. He was handsome from what i could tell. He had his rough hand pressed to my mouth to ensure I wouldn't start screaming but I honestly had no fear of him what so ever. It didn't occur to me at that moment that he was no doubt there to do me no good but I trusted him. I still feel like I trust him.

Even though seconds later I felt razorblades nipping at my skin in the crook of my neck. I tried to fight him, to scream, to do anything at all but I couldn't since I still felt strangely calm and safe. My mind however stored every bit of footage away inside my memories to be able to remember this moment. If I were to ever survive.

My body began to feel weaker, slowly I could feel the life being sucked out of me. It was leaving me through the holes in my neck where the man, if I could even call him that, was sucking the hell out of me. It even seemed as if it was never going to stop and I could feel my eyelids drooping, my breathing slowing and becoming more shallow as the seconds passed by.

All of a sudden it did stop and in a flash I saw the creature take a step back. Completely drained fo life I fell to the ground like a lifeless sack of potatoes. Oh how elegant I must've looked then. I could feel myself slipping in and out of subconscious but right before my world turned black I could feel something pushing against my lips. The stench of metal was attacking me through my nose and I immediately fought back with the strength I still had left. Since the calmness had now forsaken me, there was a small thread of panic that was making me fight whatever else he had planned for me. But I was too weak. I could feel the liquid being pushed into my mouth as it slid down my throat. I tried to spit it out but the man pinched my nose which made me swallow the liquid in order to breathe. I recognized the taste like I would recognize peanut butter. It was blood.

I felt sick to my stomach, wondering why I had fallen to the hands of this psychopath. I never seemed to get to be happy, did i? I cried a silent tear as my eyelids were fighting to stay open. I watched as he stepped back, a look of sorrow and guilt featured on his face. His brown hair perfectly cut, blowing in the wind. All I really remembered was his outshining beauty. The pearly white fangs poking out from under his upper lip. The tall and muscular built of his body. The sweet aroma that must be a very expensive perfume of some sort. He was enthrallingly beautiful and I felt myself unable to hate him. He went to crouch by me but a hand on his forearm stopped him from doing so. I saw a quick shift and suddenly I was looking into big brown eyes. They shifted quickly to my neck and when their stare was back to my face the eyes were blood red. As I looked more closely, since I could feel myself slipping further and further away, I saw the face of a little boy. He must've been about ten years old, tops. His lips moved to my ear as his soft little palms cupped my cheeks in reassurance.

"You have a choice dear woman."

I could hardly fathom what he was saying as I could feel myself slipping out of it again.

"If you choose not to feed, not to drink any human blood you will come to pass after three days? I promise."

I was completely sure that I was losing it and my mind was hallucinating because of the blood loss.

"But if you were to drink, you have to call for me. I will help you."

The boy pulled back from me and stood about two steps away. He looked at me with pity and shook his head at the man behind him.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't my thought, I knew that for sure. It felt as if it was pushed inside my mind for some reason. All I could think was wishing for it to finally be over. As I felt strong hands clasp around my neck in a headlock, one final snap and all I was left with was darkness.

The next thing I knew I woke up in my bed the next morning with a pounding headache and an undeniable thirst. I must've replayed this scene over a hundred times, trying to find out what was wrong with me. It didn't need much fantasy. I was a vampire. Or becoming one at least. All I knew was that I wasn't going to drink that damn blood. The boy did say I had a choice.

I suddenly turned my head towards Rachel, lying on my bed. I could feel how her lungs were getting ready for her last breath. I suddenly acted on instinct. I climbed on top of her and let my fangs come out to play. I ripped my wrist open with my teeth and watched the wine coloured blood flood out of the wound I had fabricated. I forced her lips apart and let the blood drop into her mouth. I lifted her head to a much more easier angle to let it slide down her throat. Suddenly her eyes shot wide open and I could feel her starting to struggle against my iron grip. But I wouldn't let go until I was sure she would be fine. Well not really fine, I mean who would be fine after almost dying, but I needed to make sure her body was back in the land of the living. I needed to watch her come back to me.

"What the actual fuck?"

I had never heard her swear before and even though the situation was not even remotely funny I had to laugh. I laughed so hard I threw my head back.

She was back.

I had brought her back.