“Gee thanks a lot,” he sighs, leaning over and kissing me softly again.
“How is Gran doing? Is she ok with all this?”
“Oh…she noticed my color, right away after I washed all the makeup off.” I shrug my shoulders. “She said she would rather have me as a vampire as to not at all.”
“I second that, you really do look lovely.” He kisses my hand.
I wished I could feel better about all of this, but doubt kept filtering into my head, especially when I tried to sleep. So many factors were coming into play that really grated on my nerves. The fact neither one of us was really sure about our conditions, or if we would recover. The fact Todd was still out there somewhere and possibly plotting to try to kill me again.
The last one, but not the least, the fact my evil stepmother may or may not want to kill me so she could claim my inheritance. I did my best to try to block it all out. I could literally feel my body react to stress, so Doc and Pratt were dead on about avoiding it. I could feel my heart speed up, like crazy when Will was telling me he was sick. I hated to see what my body would do under really stressful conditions; it couldn’t be good at all.
The next few days passed by quietly. I saw Doc and Pratt each day. I went to Doc’s office at the hospital often with dad in tow, for my “check ups”. I did feel better but I was still at risk, for a setback. I had to be watch full for signs of distress. Pratt was anxious to get me to France to complete the change now.
Will was improving as well, but not as quickly as Doc and Pratt would have liked. I watched William a lot myself. I could see he was still weak. I would wake in the night many times, as I was requiring less sleep as the days went on. I would see him sleeping all through the night and even in the middle of the day sometimes.
Doc seemed very uneasy, with both of us so vulnerable still. It was not something he was use to, he protected his coven always. Will and I were basically sitting ducks, if the Dark coven decided to attack us; it would be an easy kill for them.
The Dark coven was another story. I hated to even think of them. Doc had heard from his sources that the Dark Coven was irate about Damon’s death. Doc could not get the name of the one who now led them, but we all knew someone was. Doc was watching for any signs of a possible violent attack by the Dark coven every day.
The Followers were on high alert now, watching for anything that could pose a threat. Will and I were never technically alone. My house was watched at all times by various coven members. If the Dark Coven chose to seek revenge, we all knew they would come for Will and me first.
I was the sitting duck in all this. Will was vulnerable but still nowhere near as weak as I was. My body was in mid phase, Pratt said. It was an extremely delicate phase of the changing process. I was still for all intensive purposes, at least to vampires a human.
Chapter 13
-“Doc” Dr. Parker’s Point of View-
I watched them, William and Corrine, so in love so happy. They reminded me of my wife, who had died many years ago. We too had the happiness, like Corrine and Will had today. I lived for her, I was happiest the day we married. I had never loved another before her, and never would again. I owe this solitary existence I have now, without her to my only brother. He has caused me great pain, but also he led me to strive hard to be the best doctor I can be.
I sit here in my office, waiting for my next human patient to arrive with some ailment. I will know once I shake their hand what it is, before any blood pressure checks, blood panels or diagnostic testing is even done. This is why I have become a doctor, to help and heal with the abilities I have thanks to my vampirism.
I do owe my brother that much, he made me this way. I have saved so