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me into the classroom. I try to take a step, but fear has me paralyzed. My palms are sweaty.

Mr. Masters frowns.

"Is there a problem, Ms. Blut?" That voice. I remember hearing it last night..

"Did I see you last night? At the club?" I ask, surprised at how quiet my voice is.

His eyes seem to flash red. But that isn't possible. It had to be the light or something.

Suddenly my headache increases and I double over in pain.

"Ana!" Jace exclaims, I hear the panic in his voice. I take a deep slow breath. The pain increases and I bite my lip. I. Will. Not. Scream.

"Move, boy." Mr. Masters pushes Jace out of the way. I feel cold hands on me, then I get picked up. The pain instantly dissipates.

"What are you going to do?" Clari asks. I feel a hand on my forehead.

"I'm taking her to the nurse," Mr. Masters' voice. Something tells me that’s a lie. The pain returns full force and I clench my teeth. I feel Mr. Masters start walking.

"Put... me... down.." I manage between clenched teeth.

Shut up. I hear his voice in my head.

No. Put. Me. Down. I hiss back. At least, I think I hissed back. It’s hard to tell if I said it outloud.

Dammit woman, you’re causing me problems. Just shut up.

I grind my teeth against the pain. I still refuse to scream.

You’re quieter than most while changing. His voice is distant, like at the end of a tunnel.

Scheisse! Ana don’t black out.

Just because he told me not to, I let myself black out.

 

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Fire. Fire seems to be coursing through my veins. I don’t scream like I’m tempted to. I can’t remember why, but I know I don’t want to. That’s all I can remember. It hurts, I can’t stop the tears I feel falling. The darkness is creeping back, I succumb to it, thankful.

Chapter 4

The first thing I become aware of is a smell. There’s a pungent aroma of sweat. It’s so strong that I instantly gag. After a few moments, the smell becomes slightly less disgusting and I open my eyes. I instantly close them when a light above me blinds me.

There’s a slight pressure in my side from something hitting me.

“I know you’re awake. Get up, you need to shower, then I need to teach you to hunt.” I don’t recognize the voice. I open my eyes, blinking them several times. Something about the way things look is different.. although I can’t seem to put my finger on what.

A face enters my line of sight and I gasp. Mr. Masters. I sit up and scoot away from him. I’m both afraid to see him upon waking, and for some reason excited to see him.

“Look, I know you’re confused right now, possibly a little scared, but you need to shower. You stink.”

I blink. Well that was rude. I look down, now noticing that I’m unclothed, but a thin sheet is draped over me. I quickly pull it up to cover myself.

“What happened?” I ask. Well, I think I asked. The voice that came out is more... smooth? Musical? Than mine.

He sighs.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Go shower.” I narrow my eyes at him. I passed out, went through an unbelievable amount of pain, and woke  up naked with my English teacher. I deserve a fucking answer.

He must somehow know what I’m thinking because he reaches towards me and takes a handful of my hair in his fist. He pulls and I’m surprised that I don’t feel it at all. He pulls harder and I’m pulled from the bed. He starts to drag me towards a door. I reach up and grab his wrist, intending to attempt to pry his hand open, but I feel it crush beneath my fingers. He sucks in a breath and throws me to the floor.

Forgetting that I’m naked, I stand up and face him, hands on my hips. “What the fuck is going on?”

"You've Turned. Ill explain further after you shower." He meets my glare. He points towards the door. "Down the hall first door on the right. There's already a towel and robe in there. I nod and head towards the bathroom.

After my shower,  I put on the robe. It has a distinct smell of... cotton,  which makes sense,  and .. lilacs. I’m not sure who it belongs to, but it's humongous on me. The sleeves are too long and the fabric practically wraps around me twice. I find a brush on the counter next to the sink, the black hairs in it tells me its Mr, Masters'.  I run it through my hair a few times, detangling mine and making sure a few strands of my golden hair stays on it. I set it back down and look into the mirror. Something’s different....OH! My eyes! They were brown. Now they’re a turquoise that matches Mr. Masters’. What in God’s name is going on? Eyes just don’t change color for no reason. My skin tone seems to be more even than it was.. And I’m not even wearing makeup. And now that I think about it, my hair seems thicker.. healthier than it was.. And the color isn’t even golden anymore.. it’s closer to a platinum, almost white color.

There’s a banging on the door. “Come on, Blut! We’re running out of time and I do not want to get stuck with a hungry Newborn all day.”

What an ass. Can’t he see I’m on the verge of freaking out? Of course not, Ana. There’s a door between you. I sigh and and turn to open the door, but something catches my attention in the mirror. The bruise on my neck is completely gone, and now looks like I was bitten by a vampire. I freeze. Wait...

I throw open the door, intending to rip Mr. Masters a new one, but freeze again when I rip the door from its hinges. Oops.

“Dammit woman, quit breaking my stuff!” Mr. Masters appears in front of me. He grips my shoulders and roughly directs me towards the room I came out of.

“You turned me into a fucking Vampire!” I accuse, stopping in my tracks. He attempts to push me, but I stand my ground. I guess being a Newborn makes me stronger than him?

“I didn’t do it on purpose. Move! You need to get dressed, we’re going out.”

“No.”

He freezes. “No?” He acts like no one has ever said no to him before.

“No. I’m not doing anything until I get an explanation. What is going on?”

His eyes go red. This time it doesn’t scare me. I’ve already accepted the fact he’s a Vampire.

He pulls me to him, burying his face in my neck and taking a deep breath, then pushes me away again.

“Blood. That’s what’s going on. I couldn’t resist your blood. My bite turned you. Now you need blood. Satisfied? Come on, I found something for you to wear.”  

I let him lead me back into the bedroom I was in originally, I instantly notice that bed has been stripped and remade. Laying on it is a gown. It’s black,with red throughout it, has a corset bodice and the skirt touches the floor. It has long sleeves that billow out at the ends. It looks old, but I can’t date it.

“Goth much?” I ask, turning to look him.

“With your new skin tone, you’ll find black brings out the little color you have. Put it on, I’ll help with the corset.”

I pick up the dress and realize the corset isn’t connected, it just lays over the fabric of the gown. Without the corset, the gown has a babydoll neckline and has some kind of intricate embroidery along the border. It laces up in the back. I put it on and present my back to Mr. Masters. He quickly laces up the dress, pulling it slightly tighter than necessary. I hesitate in putting the corset on.

“Do I have to wear the corset?” I ask him, turning around to face him. His frown deepens when he looks me over. He mumbles something that sounds like “looks just like her.” He said it quietly, so I assume I wasn’t meant to hear it.

“Yes, you must wear it.” I frown. For a second there I almost thought I saw some kind of emotion on his face. But I must have imagined it. I hold the corset up to my chest while he does it up in the back.

I don’t wear corsets, so it’s awkward to breath with it on.

“You’re dead, you don’t need to breath,” He states, going to the vanity next to the closet. He opens a drawer and pulls out what appears to be a makeup bag.

"Come here." I do as he says and sit in the chair.  He applies makeup to my face, adding a little more color to my cheeks and does my eyes a little darker than what I'd normally do.

"Pay attention,  I'll only do this once. You're dead, so you skin has very little pigmentation.  Use foundations and bases to give yourself color,  but don't overdo it on your face, or any exposed skin of your body may not match. Use blacks to hide the sunkenness of your eyes when you're Thirsty." Thirsty? What does he..? A sudden pain in my stomach makes me double over. The pain spreads through my whole body and my throat starts to burn.

"Scheisse! Come on Anastasia,  you need to feed." I take his outstretched hand and let him lead me. The rest of the night passes in a blur of sensations and sights I didn't know existed.

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