I just couldn’t simply turn into a vampire or a half blooded one, as I should have. I sighed pulling the blankets up around my neck where Will, had bit me. I wanted to scream I was so mad, and cry at the same time. I really wanted to call Will back to the room, but I knew it would hurt him to see me this way.
He had been my rock. He brought me back to life in the past year, when I had nearly given up and thought it was not worth living. I knew I would probably not be alive today if Will had not found me that fall day by the river. I had to be strong now for myself and for him, I had to beat this. I couldn’t just give up, even though it was going to be hard.
I smiled thinking how amazing it was to be in love with William. He was so loving and caring; the bond we shared was so intense. He was all I had ever needed and all I ever wanted; he brought my soul back to life. I was so afraid he was going out of his mind right now over Doc’s news. I wiped my face off, pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and tried to pull myself together. I might be a mess on the inside, but I wouldn’t let him see me falling apart.
The next few hours, I spent in waves of sheer pain. Doc kept me on a steady dose of morphine injections. That night Doc put a line in my arm so with the push of a button I could get instant relief from the agony. Will held me in his arms all night; he whispered to me that he would fix this no matter what it would take. I could feel him crying when he thought I was sound asleep, he tried to hide it.
The morning brought no relief, only more complications. This time it wasn’t me, it was my dad. Will told me the story about what Doc had told my dad at the Halloween party, after the biting incident. Doc told him I was rushed to the treatment center they had both agreed I would go to if things went bad. Doc said he was called out to the garden when I collapsed and sent me on to the center by ambulance. There was no time to tell him about my leaving.
Doc had been giving my Dad reports since we left for his secluded home in Maine, which was where we are now. The fact I had been here for about a week was now the issue. Dad wanted to see me naturally, as any parent would. I doubted Sara cared a whole heck of a lot. I knew there was no way Dad would go much longer without seeing me.
I was afraid it would cause problems for the coven. I had no idea how we could pull off a visit, I felt like hell, and I had to look like it too no doubt. I was supposed to be here getting better, at least that’s what dad thought. That was not the case; each hour seemed to bring more pain and more suffering for me.
Chapter 2
Complications
I could hear raised voices down stairs, jolting me from my sleep. It was two in the morning, but that meant nothing in a house full of vampires. They all slept very little and someone was always awake at any hour, of the night. I was getting use to that, slowly.
“You can’t expect him to stay away from her Doc, she is his child. He will demand to see her, and if we don’t allow him, he will call the authorities.” Lydia’s voice sounded strained, not light, and soft as usual. “You know it only took William three days to recover from Vincent’s attack, and I never left his side. You take Mr. Whitmore’s only child off for some medical treatment, he’s probably not even sure of, and you think he will not demand to see her?”
I could hear Lydia talking, and her words were very true. I knew my dad; he was not going to be put off much longer by Doc.
Lydia went on.“I don’t blame him for being irate. His child is deathly ill, and he naturally wants to see her.” I could hear other members of the coven down stairs also. They seemed to be having a meeting about me.