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No.. not again... Noelle wanted to speak the words but she couldn't open her mouth. No.. go away... She thought again. She didn't want his blood, she just wanted to forget what had happened, she wanted to sleep. She felt sleep starting to take her, slowly Dante's yells faded as she fell unconcious. sleep.. just for a little while.. a voice whispered to her.

Dante went into her room and sat beside her. "Your going to die... " Dante cut his wrist and groaned and lifted Noelle's head up. "Please feed you will feel better..." He trailed off and put her mouth over the cut mark on and let the blood drip down her throat. "Please take it in you will feel a lot better than you did before." Dante said and closed his eyes as the sun started to rise above the horizon.

Noelle half-opened her eyes when Dante's warm blood dripped down her throat. Tempted, she started to open her mouth wider so that she could drink more of it. Her face was flushed as if she had a fever but her skin was cold to touch. It took her a few seconds to realize exactly what was going on. No! She thought and grapped Dante by his wrist, pushing him away from her gently. "N..no.." She shook her head as best she could. "I.. don't want to do this..." She said the words kindly, but what she really meant was she didn't want to be a monster.

" You have to your turning into a vampire and this is the process you go through." Dante's wrist still bleeding and a blood mark kiss around the cut. "You dont go through this process you will die like..." He trailed off and realized what he was going to say. Dante shouldnt of mention who he had turned earlier in his life. He sighed and closed his eyes. "You dont want to know who I turned when you were a little girl..."

"Like who..?" Noelle was suddenly more aware. She was staring at Dante, her wide eyes no longer blank. She noticed how hesitant he was. "Who?" She repeated the question with more frustration in her voice. She was amazed that her voice didn't crack when she spoke, in fact, she already felt more awake even though she had barely drank any blood. She let go of Dante's wrist and stared at him intently.

"Please tell me... how did your mother die?" Dante looked at her with red eyes and sighed at her. "I know the true story behind your mother's death and it was caused by me. Please do not hate me after this but this is when I barely knew anything about being turned... I turned her by accident and she didnt feed off of me. She died the next day and thats how your mother actually died." A tear went down Dante's face as he said this and he looked down at the bed.

No. "No..no....no...No!!" Noelle cried out. This man, the man she trusted, the man she might even love killed her mother. "Murderer!!" She screamed at him as tears flowed down her eyes. She lashed out at him, her hands going towards his face with something more than rage. Her eyes became a bright red color. She let out another scream. Why? Why was this happening to her? What was this man doing.. destroying her family one generation at a time? Was she next? "Why?!?" She shouted at him sobbing as she did. Crying made her more tired, but she was in a panic she couldn't get out of. She wasn't even thinking about her actions. She couldn't stand the fact that she had his blood on her lips. The blood of her mother's killer.

Dante grabbed her arms. "What was I suppose to do?! I was a young reckless vampire then! If you want to drain me fine! take a killer out of this world but it will only return a new killer." Dante said and grabbed her leg. "I fixed your leg didn't I? I could easily break it again." Dante said this and twisted her whole entire leg sideways and looked at her. "You calling me a murderer now... Ha! I saved your life didnt I? Just think what you will become! Just like Me!" He yelled at her close to her face. He twisted her leg more and knew she would scream.

Noelle's screams potrayed her own true suffering within, but she bit her lip and let the words she needed to get out get out. "I swear.. on everything good in this world.. I will never be the kind of person you are. NEVER!!!" His twisting of her leg didn't hurt so much, for some reason her words were able to flow clearly now. "Look at you. You tell me you killed my mother.. and you expect me to just take it like it's nothing.. you expect me to just nod my head and take it? Well, I'm sorry that I'm angry that you took from me the only person who ever understood me and loved me and would never ever hurt me.. I'm so f**king sorry. You saved my life.. and now you are slowly killing whatever life is left in me. But I guess I just have to lie here and take it because you saved my life so apparently now I'm in full debt! So if you ever let my leg heal, I'm out of here, gone. I don't need you, I don't need your "kindness" or whatever you call this." Noelle shouted motioning to her leg. And then she broke down crying. "Mom.. mom.. mom.. I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.. Mom.." She cried to herself. "Now you're gone, I wonder why, you left me here. I think about it on and on and on and on and on again.. I know you're never coming back.. I hope that you can hear me.. I'm waiting to hear from you.. until I do you're gone away, I'm left alone.. a part of me is gone. And I'm not moving on.. so wait for me.. I know the day will come.. I'll meet you there.. " Noelle's voice was stronger than ever before, maybe it had something to do with the changes she was going through. She shoved Dante's hands away from her leg and dragged it with her to the far side of the bed and sobbed. "Please.... just.. please... stop..." She cried, the pain in her leg had come back.

Dante twisted her leg completely around and looked at her. "You leave you will die. Noelle you need to feed off of me if you want to live. You got a job in a band, your good at singing dont give that up. Feed off me until two weeks are up... Then you can leave me if you like but I dont want you to die.. I love you.. "Dante was suprised that these words came out so easily. He wanted to change her so she can stay with him before. Dante looked down at her twisted leg and sighed. "Sorry... I'll fix your leg back." Danted twisted her leg back into its socket and healed her joint and he closed his eyes.

Noelle turned her back to him, hugging her maimed leg close to her and staring at the floor with shadows over her eyes. "Please... don't.. please don't do that again..." She whispered, her voice had no anger in it, just remorse. She waited in the silence for a while and then started to sing again. "His little whispers, love me, love me. That's all I ask for, love me, love me. He battered his tiny fists to feel something. Wondered what it's like to touch, and feel something..." She paused before she went on, and hoped the song wouldn't enrage Dante again, the life she had now was sadly worse than the past one she had with her father.. "Monster, how should I feel, creatures lie here, looking through the window. That night he caged her, bruised and broke her, he struggled closer, then he stole her... violet wrists and then her ankles.. silent pain. Then he finally saw their nightmare's were his dreams... Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window... I can, hear their voices.. I'm a glass child.. I am Hannah's regrets."

[ Song used: Monster by Meg & Dia: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlEiNmVX82Y Watch it! The song is good and makes sense for this scene. ]

Dante adrenline slowed down and he became very tired. He passed out onto the floor and his dreams were dark. He could feel his head bleeding from hitting his head first as puddle appeared around his head. How long was he out for? He continued to see darkness and he began to see a bright light ahead of him? What would that be coming from?

Noelle crawled her way over to the other side of the bed and without any thought to it, placed her hand over his bloody wound on Dante's head and healed the wound. Well... that's a plus.. I can heal.. Noelle thought to herself and then pushed herself back up onto the bed and passed out.

Dante woke up suddenly to the warmth of the sun and he had a headache. "Ah damn.. my head is killing me." Dante got up slowly and looked at Noelle sleeping on the bed. "Thank you for healing me Noelle." He knew she couldnt hear him and he smiled and pecked her lips. "He stumbled to get up completely and he breathed in. Dante slowly walked out of her room and against the wall in the hallway. "Ah I need to calm down... I'm going to hurt people I dont. Which I already have hurt Noelle several times and she still stays around me." Dante went into the kitchen and made breakfast but stumbled setting the table up.

Noelle had another nightmare as she slept. She was in her bedroom at Dante's house. She sat up in bed and looked right at her leg, it looked completely healed. She sat up and felt no pain, a smile spread across Noelle's face when she realized she was free. She stood slowly and made her way towards the door but just as she did Dante appeared in front of it, his eyes glowing red. "Let me go!" Noelle shouted over and over again but Dante tackled her down and punched her in the face over and over again until everything faded to black. Noelle woke up screaming yet again, cold sweat streaming down her face. She felt awful, she couldn't even get herself to sit up without feeling a jolt of pain throughout her whole body. Staring at her hands, she noticed they were even paler than yesterday. "What's happening to me?" She groaned outloud before closing her eyes again.

Dante fell into his chair and groaned slightly. "Wish this headache would go away its killing me." He knew Noelle couldnt move still and decided to eat alone and Dante sighed. "I don't want to hurt her anymore." Dante ate all of his breakfast and he made a breakfast for Noelle to eat. He put it on a tray and slowly walked down the hallway with his head pounding. He opened Noelle's bedroom door and set the tray down on the table. "You feeling any better Noelle?" Dante asked and held his head while he looked down at Noelle.

Noelle watched Dante enter the room with wide eyes. She was truely and sincerely frightened of him. Covering her head with as much of the blanket she could pull up, she sighed and shook her head yes. It was a lie. She felt awful, worse than yesterday in fact, but she didn't want him to know, though, it was probably already obvious. Shaking her head gave her a major headache and she cursed under her breathe and followed up her cursing with a loud, awful cough. Oh great, so now I have a cough again? What else are you going to throw at me life? She thought as a pissed off look formed on her face. She instantly changed her expression, praying Dante hadn't noticed her dirty look and gotten the wrong idea.

Dante noticed Noelle's pure white skin and smiled. "Your still changing... give it a couple more days and you will be like me. Your should thirst for blood more." He walked to Noelle and sat beside her and opening is wound on his wrist back up. "The food I brought you will not taste very well because your body is dying. Please feed or you will starve yourself to death." Dante watched as the blood dripped down his wrist and his headache was slowly going away.

Noelle was about to argue but the smell of the blood stopped her. Just the other day it smelled repulsive, but suddenly it had a whole new fragrance to it, and even though it tied her stomach in knots to even consider it, it smelled really good. She still hated Dante, he was her mother's killer afterall, but the blood was messing with her mind, confusing her and she had no control over her body this time as her lips pressed against the wound. With her eyes closed she began to drink from the wound, the blood sending a warm, pleasureful feeling down her throat. After about 20 seconds Noelle opened her eyes in shock, suddenly gaining control of herself again, and forced her lips from his wrist, falling back on the bed. She gaged at the thought that she had just drank his blood, but admitted to herself that she felt strangly better.

Dante healed his wrist and smiled at Noelle. "Good girl I'm sure it tasted better than yesterday." He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes. Her forehead was cold and Dante got up and sat on a chair. "I'm sorry that I did that to your mother but I am reckless. If you let me explain I know a place where you can communicate with the departed." Dante said with a serious look on his face. Dante knew of only one place that the spirits come to life and he knew excatly where it was. Right downstairs in his basement.