Title: The Turning

Author: Lyndaura

Author's Notes: This is dedicated to Bailey! Thanks to Bailey for the inspiration! Now the story has an even better plot line and you are about to get into the action a little quicker! Yay for me!

The Turning

Chapter 5 - Arrival

When I finally got back to the hell hole, I was in a pissy mood and I didn't want anyone around me. Thankfully Kara had gotten the idea on the way home, but Daemon was still a little too protective of me. He kept a stranglehold grip on my arm. Can anyone say 'bruises'?

I don't know if he was trying to protect me, or himself. After all, Canada is the pedofile capital of the world(1), and people in the neighborhood would not be pleased to say the least. Daemon looks a little too intimidating to be considered a 'good guy'.

When we got back I was still in my pyjamas, and I had lost a slipper along the way somewhere. No chance of me ever seeing that thing again.

Daemon escorted me to my room. Lucky me. He threw me in the room and told me that Kara would be by soon with some clothing. He left the room and I was relieved somewhat. Then I heard Daemon call Riever, and I felt the anxiety creeping back.

I hat it when people are told to look after me. I never liked babysitters. Torturing them were some of the best times of my life. Come to think of it, I don't like any form of authority at all. Maybe that's why when Riever was told to look after me, I decided that I was going to make Riever's life hell until he left me alone. I was already concocting plans of mutilation and psychological warfare (whatever that means) when Kara came in.

She threw a pile of clothes on my bed and gave me this hard glare, "If you are going to stay here, wear my clothes, and do whatever you do to find out the personal stuff about me, let me lay down a few rules, okay?" She didn't wait for me to answer. "You don't talk to me unless I talk to you. If you have any questions, go to Riever, not me, because I don't give a rat's ass about you. I wouldn't care if you were to fall of the face of this planet right now."

"Thank you Kitty, the feeling is mutual," I smiled and Kara clenched her fists. Now, I don't know if it was a sixth sense, or if I was just remembering that Riever had said that she was a combat specialist, but whatever it was, it made me shut up. Although it could have also been that if I had opened my mouth again, I would have thrown up. Something was seriously making me go off, and I don't think that it was something human related.

"Well, since we are in agreement, you don't talk about me, you don't try to figure out things about me, and you do not address me in any fashion, and you do not even glance in my boyfriend's direction, or I will slit your throat, understood?" Kara yelled at me, and I tried to stand still. My stomach was already convulsing.

"Are you laughing?" Kara asked approaching me. No, actually, I was throwing up, you have a problem?

"No," I swallowed and try to keep everything down, "But I would really like to know where the bathrooms are."

"No questions remember?" Kara smiled and then left in her 'better than thou' attitude.

I rolled my eyes, "Bitch."

"Well, I try," Riever walked in and I felt like an idiot. Why did he have to walk in right at the moment that it looked like I was talking to myself? Proof that the world is out to get me: exhibit A.

"Kara was just in here," I was about to explain, but Riever only laughed and saw the clothes on the bed.

"Don't worry about it, I dated her for over a year, I don't need any explanations. As I can see, she's loaning you some clothing. Did she give you the 'no questions' thing?" Riever asked with a huge grin smeared on his face.

"Yeah," I felt so stupid, I felt a flush creeping up my face, and I couldn't make eye contact. I don't know if it was from being sick, because Riever heard me talking to myself, or because I was standing in one slipper and soaking wet pyjamas that also got a great deal of dirt on them from hiding in the bushes.

"She gives that to every new person so that she doesn't have to deal with clingy people. You know, a new person will try to hang around someone so they don't look stupid or so they don't get lonely. They also need a person to show them around and make sure they don't say the wrong thing or whatever. She hates doing that. She gets easily frustrated with incompetence," Riever kept talking while sitting on the bed looking through the clothes that Kara had lent me.

"Um... is there a bathroom somewhere around here?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, you probably want to get changed don't you," Riever's face went red, and I mine did too, but for totally different reasons.

"I'll just leave now," Riever smiled and got up off the bed. Then he put his finger to his lips. Why would he want me to be silent? I started to get really scared. What was he planning on doing? If he was going to try anything...

Riever then suddenly fell to his knees and reached under my bed. A moment later he pulled forth a struggling Tucker from underneath my bed. He threw him up against the wall and pulled a knife from God knows where, and put it to his throat.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Trying to spy on Ferra?" Riever accused violently.

I took a step back. Tucker was struggling against Riever, and he was kicking him hard, but Riever wouldn't budge.

"What were you doing?" Riever shouted and I could hear footsteps down the hallway.

I felt my stomach turn and I searched for a garbage can quickly. Why the hell couldn't they just tell me where the bathroom was, and all this could have been avoided?

I found my garbage can and tried to puke my guts out as discreetly as possible. I felt a heavy hand softly rub my back as I coughed and retched. I heard Tucker leave, and Daemon come in.

"What the hell is going on here?" Daemon asked angrily.

"Tucker was hiding underneath Ferra's bed, and Ferra is sick," Riever answered quickly.

"Anything you would like to add?" Daemon growled.

"And I might have cut Tucker's neck when I put a knife to his throat," Riever stopped rubbing my back for a moment. Hey, if I wasn't puking, I would congratulate Riever for what he did, why did Daemon have to be so condescending on everyone? And when did I learn what the word condescending meant?

"Stay here with her until I get back, and then you are confined to the holding room," Daemon then left without waiting for Riever to say anything.

I finally finished and wiped away the tears that had formed at the sides of my eyes.

"You okay?" Riever asked and I felt like slapping him.

"Do I look okay?" I asked. I knew that I looked like crap.

"Shower?" Riever asked sheepishly. Finally I just let my shoulders drop in defeat and nodded my head.

Riever smiled and picked out some clothes for me, "When Daemon gets back, he's going to want to talk to you about what it means to be a vampire. Big boring speech, so just kinda leave. Go to the door at the end of the hall. There is a shower there and just relax. Everything you need is there, and when you get back, you may feel a little more up to his macho speech," just as Riever finished, Daemon entered the room and glared at Riever. While Riever left, all I could think about was the colorful picture of a PMSing ogre. Great imagery Riever, thank you so much.

"Ferra," Daemon began and I was already out the door.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Kara didn't have that bad taste in clothes, and since I had lost weight since last night, I was even able to fit into Kara's clothes properly.

I was wearing a black tank top with a red Chinese dragon on the front that wrapped around to the back. I was wearing black leather pants that had studs all down the sides. I looked like a really hot biker chick. Sweet.

I finished blow drying my hair. It seemed to be getting paler every time I looked at it. I put down my brush and did a look over. When I was satisfied, I walked proudly out of the bathroom with confidence. Then I saw Daemon at the end of the hall glaring at me and I turned and went back into the bathroom.

I took a deep breath, "PMSing ogre, PMSing ogre," I repeated to myself and tried a second time. Me intimidated? Never.

Daemon was still standing there with his arms crossed and his eyes set. He looked more like a gargoyle then an ogre really. I smiled and walked into my room and sat down on my bed.

"Don't ever do that again," Daemon ordered me. Maybe I should order him to take a breath mint.

"Do what?" I played innocent and he growled in frustration. Fun. He was easier to piss off than Kara. I wonder what would happen if I were to call him 'Kitty'.

"I was talking to you and you walked away from me. Although Cirelle out ranks me, I am the active commander of this facility, and you will respect and obey me while you are staying here, understood?" Daemon spat on me. Yum.

I wiped away the spit very dramatically, "Please, I already had a shower," I slapped on the most defiant smile I could pull and Daemon rolled his eyes.

"Don't mess with me," Daemon spoke sternly.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, or else it will result in great pain, I get the picture," I sighed and flopped back on my bed. Finally I decided that I would play with Daemon later, he was too grumpy now, and risking life and limb to get a reaction out of him was not in the agenda.

"You are already experiencing some of the powers of vampires," Daemon almost asked.

"Depends on what you consider 'vampire powers'," I shrugged my shoulders and suddenly felt very hungry. Not that I really felt it, I just wanted to munch on something.

"Knowing things without being able to explain why, being extra sensitive to people's moods or thoughts. Added endurance, lack of pain, and visions," Daemon rambled on a bunch of other things but I stopped listening after 'visions'.

"Wait, hold up, what the hell do you mean by visions?" every muscle in my body tensed.

"Seeing things that aren't there, but are," Daemon narrowed his eyes, "You have been seeing something?"

"No," I'm not a great liar. I admit it, but I didn't exactly feel like talking about Ms. Stalker hallucination right at that moment. I'm sane, really I am.

I tried to relax, but my body wasn't exactly responding to what I was telling it to do.

"A woman?" Daemon sat down on my bed and keep his intense stare. Okay, a little too psychotic for me.

"She was the one that brought me back," I didn't even feel myself saying it.

"Keep control of yourself," Daemon quickly snapped.

"What?" I was surprised to say the least. Daemon's voice had been so angry, and I didn't know why.

"You didn't say that, the parasite did. You're letting Drake take control of you. The vampire parasite is still trying to take over your mind. You'll have to fight it for a month or so before we can be sure that you won't fully turn. You're strong willed, but the parasites are very hard to overcome. You'll notice small changes, it'll try to gradually take over. You'll start thinking differently, you'll crave the night and blood. You'll become more physically aggressive and pick up Drake's habits and you may even begin to talk like him. You'll never be completely yourself, but its important that you don't let the parasite take over your voluntary functions," Daemon spoke low and forcefully.

"Wait, you're losing me," Yep, dumb as a... what the hell is that word again?

"The parasites are more than just a breeding tool, they can communicate with other parasites that have the same DNA. So if Drake were still alive, you could communicate with him telepathically. The parasites would also be under his control, and they would have to obey his spoken commands. So he could control you merely by giving you spoken commands. Of course he is dead now, and you have nothing to worry about," Daemon shook his head and leaned back against the wall, "But the parasite in you is still alive, and it is still struggling to take over your conscious mind." Daemon sighed and I felt something deep in my gut.

"You weren't supposed to kill him were you," and then it dawned on me. Daemon had killed a relative. He was related to Drake somehow. The wheels in my head were turning, and I could already smell the smoke. I hated getting these little pieces of information, it never really made sense, and I always felt like it was a guessing game.

"No, and now I think I may have started a political riot. Drake was the son of the Master vampire, and he was to mate with another upper vampire and his child was going to be heir to the throne. Now he is gone, and the Master of the vampires is gone, and there is lack of control and stable government and the vampires are getting angry, restless and that is not good for humanity," Drake clenched his teeth. He was in over his head, and if he was over his head, then I was WAY in over my head.

I felt like I should have been saying sorry or something because he was endangering humanity for my sake, but I have never apologized for anything in my entire life and I don't think I was going to start with Daemon. Besides, my mommy said I was 'special'.

There was a great uncomfortable silence and I didn't know what to say. Every time something like that happens, I always say something stupid. I usually say it on purpose, but I always say something stupid.

"Too bad you couldn't just throw a bigger Avon party and call it a day, could you?" I remembered that whenever someone got angry at my mom, she would always host a big Avon party where everyone buys Avon stuff, and then she would invite the woman that was angry at her, and then everything would be fine. Simple days, eh? I didn't even want to know what she did if a man was angry at her.

Daemon gave me an odd stare and then he smiled. It was creepier than words can say. I felt like putting one of those big red stamps on his head, 'INSANE'.

Then there was this big noise outside my room and I could hear yelling.

"What the hell?" I asked and I got up, Daemon was right behind me. As I hurried down the hall I could feel the darkness creep into the sides of my eyes. It was like a thick slime running into my mouth and down my throat. I panicked. I didn't know what was happening and I stopped in the middle of the hall, but Daemon grabbed my arms and pushed me towards the door.

My vision started to blur and I felt like someone was vomiting down my throat. I wanted to stop and try to catch my breath but Daemon kept pushing me forward. I don't know why he was so intent on doing so, I only felt like I was dying over here.

Daemon pushed the large oak door open and in the middle of the library stood three pale vampires and two women clothed in black, but they didn't feel like they were vampires. It was weird, while I was struggling for breath, I felt an aura in the room. There was a strong presence of vampires, but the two women didn't have the same feel to them, they were powerful, but they just weren't the same. Then again, what did I know, I was going into shock and I was dying, so my judgement was not exactly reliable.

There three vampires were male and one was wearing a dark blue silk shirt, and black leather pants. What was with black leather? Everyone was suddenly wearing it. Although at the time, my focus was more on the dark red haze all over the room. The air was thick with the metallic taste of blood. I tried to breathe, but everything was closing in on me, choking me.

"Deep breaths," Daemon whispered in my ear and then put on his, 'don't mess with me face'. The one that I had so kindly ignored a few minutes ago.

"Is that the girl?" the head vampire in blue glided over to me. I shivered and felt a cold disgust wash over me. He was powerful, I could feel it in my veins.

"What the hell do you want Tarren?" Daemon demanded. Looks like he treated everyone that way. Too bad, and I thought he reserved his rude condescending tone for only me.

"I want the girl. By law, the same law that you put into motion, we are allowed to take her," Tarren smiled at me. He was creepier than Daemon. Some people were just not born to smile.

"She isn't fully turned, she is under our jurisdiction," Daemon shot back, and held me close, but Tarren was already reaching for me.

"She is ours, and you can not hold her here against her will. We have been watching her, she has displayed more than once, her unwillingness to stay," Tarren snapped back and I felt the hatred invade me. It went straight through me and consumed me, I shuddered. If I could think straight, or see for that matter, I might have cared that I looked like a lost puppy, helpless and defenseless, but then again, I had bigger things to think about than what impression I gave Tarren.

"She can be held up to three days after being bitten if she is not fully turned, and as you can plainly sense, she is not fully turned, and so she will be held here under our jurisdiction, is that understood?" Daemon's words burned through Tarren and he took a step back.

A second vampire stepped up behind Tarren and towered. He had a big build, but not as big as Daemon, which made me feel slightly more safer, but not by much, I could feel his life force. He was born a vampire, which meant that he was an upper class vampire. I could feel the power circling around him. He was powerful, but under control of Tarren. He was dressed all in black, including black hair and eyes.

"You killed Drake, you are not exactly in a position to be giving out orders," the big vamppy growled back. Call it vampire intuition, but I didn't like where the conversation was going. Call me crazy, but I didn't want to be there.

"He was breaking the feeding laws, which is punishable by death. I was in my rights and within the law," Daemon yelled back, I could see his teeth sparkling in the fire light. The room was starting to get really hot. I was about to pass out, I couldn't breathe at all. The slim that was crawling down my throat was in my lungs, and I felt it suffocating me, pressing down on my chest, making me gag.

"He was going to be the Father of the heir to the throne, he was royalty, meaning that he was not under the same laws as everyone else, you usually show a little mercy for your own flesh," the third scrawny vampire stepped in front of the other two. He was short, skinny and barely made a blip on the energy meter, but he was under control of Tarren too. He had been bitten recently, I could even see the bite marks on his neck.

"I have no alliances to him, and you know that. Drake knew what he was doing, and I warned him. I did everything by the book. It wasn't a cold blooded murder, and therefore I cannot be held in the wrong!" Daemon shouted back, pushing me behind him as the smaller boy approached me.

The air was becoming heavier and heavier and I couldn't make any noise as everything weighed down on my lungs. Couldn't Daemon tell that I was dying here? Hello... need some help here!

"Fuck you and you're law! This is not about the law! This is about the vampires being oppressed because we are stronger than the humans. They want to control us! And you are just as bad as them because you are helping them! You are betraying your own kind Daemon, how does that make you feel? How do you sleep during the day? Can you feel the sunlight burning against your back? Because one day, we will come and get rid of you forever because you are hindering us. You were sent here to be a voice for the vampires, a leader, not a dictator leading us into captivity! We won't stand for this any longer! Give us the girl now, or the vampires will rise against you! You have one chance and one chance only, give us the girl now, or we take her, and we rebel. It's your choice," Tarren shouted, the hatred radiated off of him, and I could feel it all over my skin.

It felt like sweat was dripping off of me in steady streams. The room was too hot, I couldn't breathe and I felt the pure hatred and evil washing over me and sinking into me. I had to lean against Daemon so I didn't pass out.

"Get out of here right now I swear I will kill you on the spot," Daemon shouted and I felt an energy push me off of him. I was flung through the open doorway, and down the hall. Apparently no one cared though, because I could still hear them shouting some stupid babble in vampirian.

I felt the ground shaking under me. The energy that was seeping from the library was intense, and I felt it rip away at me. It was sucking away at my own energy. I clawed at the hardwood floor to get some sense of reality. No, I'm fine, really, just dying, I'm cool.

I felt a soft wave of coolness sweep over me, and I looked up to see what the hell it was. It was the cloaked woman again. She bent down and touched my forehead.

No, no, no... evil bitch get the fuck away from me. You aren't real, you aren't supposed to be here, nothing like this is supposed to be happening. I am supposed to be at home making fun of my brother or refusing to do the dishes, this isn't fair! Get away from me!

But the thick sludge that I felt in my throat was stopping me from making any noise. She brushed her hand across me wet forehead and then she shook her head.

"You aren't used to it. What you are feeling now is the power of Tarren. He is a Master vampire. He is strong and can control any vampire at his will, but he cannot control Daemon, and he cannot control you. Never go with him. You can feel his dark intents. This is your body's way of warning you. Remember that. You can breathe, and there is nothing inside of you. Do you understand me?" Yes Mother...

I tried to make a sound, but I couldn't. I felt like slapping her too, but I couldn't. What the hell did she know about what I was going through? She shook her head and then placed her hand on my head again, "My name is Eve, and I am real."

With that she left, and I felt a little better. The air wasn't as heavy and the slime that I had felt coating my throat was starting to thin, but other than that, I was still fucked seven ways from Monday.

I pushed myself off the ground and staggered to the library. The six were still there fighting, the energy in the room had been steadily raising since I had been flung out of the room so rudely. Note: Vampires have no manners.

Okay, I have a short attention span, and watching them fight was actually rather boring, mostly because it wasn't about me anymore, so my eyes started to wander. It was then that I realized that there were still the two women behind them that had stayed quiet the whole time. Well, to my knowledge they had been silent.

Somehow I didn't think that the slutty hoes were there just to look pretty, though I wouldn't have been surprised. They just stood there staring at me, ignoring the others fighting.

Finally I was snapped out of my daze when some smart leather-clad vampire suggested that I chose whether I go or stay. Beautiful. Never ask me my opinion, no one ever really cares, or wants to hear.

"So, where do you want to go?" the small boy crept closer to me. He had to be younger than me, it was disturbing. He was probably on some milk carton somewhere a thousand kilometers away.

"I want to go..." I took a long pause to deeply contemplate my answer. Where did I want to go? "I think I want to go to bed," a big smile crossed my face but even Daemon was glaring at me.

"Come on, come with us, and you'll be free, no rules, no PMSing Gargoyle," Tarren laughed and Daemon turned to me.

"Shit, how the hell did you know about that?" I asked and I took a step forward, but Daemon put his hand out to stop me.

"Oh relax Daemon, let her come closer if she likes. I won't bite. If you really want to know how I did that come and see me," he waved me closer. I felt my legs move closer to him, but I stopped myself. Daemon had told me how important it was to keep my voluntary actions mine, and I wasn't about to let some horny 200 year old vampire take them away from me. Besides, the closer I got, the worse I felt.

The smaller vampire came and eyed me hungrily, or was it lustfully? I really couldn't tell, but either way I was about to put a bullet through his brain, or his balls. Either one would do just fine.

"So, what do you say? Come with us and be free or stay here and be locked up and hated by all other vampires, alienated and alone. You know what you have to do..." Tarren grinned and I took another step forward.

The boy came right up to me and wrapped his arm around my neck, then he grabbed a lock of my hair with his other hand, and started smelling it, then he licked my earlobe and smiled against me cheek, "You taste good..."

I felt the numbness overcome my body and I stared straight ahead and then brought me knee up sharply to the boy's groin. He was lifted up off the ground slightly, and when I brought my knee down, he fell to the ground. I'm a perfect little angel. I swear.

"Does that answer your question or do I need to give you a more personal demonstration?" I snarled and I felt Daemon relax and then everyone else tense up. Ha ha... screw 'em all, I just had fun kneeing the guy in the groin, I think one day I'll try that again.

"The Queen has spoken," Daemon broke the long silence that followed and then the five of them left.

As soon as they left I felt better, but tired.

"What the hell did they want with me?" I turned to Daemon.

"You look like crap," Daemon so tactfully pointed out, totally ignoring my question.

"Thank you, I try. Now answer the question before you leave this room limping like lil' Skippy did," I threatened. Daemon cocked an eyebrow.

"They wanted someone to take over Drake's position, an eye for an eye, and so they wanted to take you, take over your mind and then lead the vampires into a rebellion with you as their leader. Then I would kill you, and we would be back at square one."

"Fun," I blinked, taking in what Daemon had just told me. Somehow it wasn't that surprising though, "By the way, did you notice that I was, I don't know, dying?"

"Yeah, I knew you couldn't breathe that well, but then again, you're little friend helped you anyway," Daemon shrugged his shoulders a little too carelessly.

"How did you know that she came?" I thought the whole point of a hallucination was that no one else could see it.

"I know the same way that Tarren knew that you think I look and act like a PMSing Gargoyle," Daemon answered and it pissed me off. I hated being a vampire, it was too damn complicated.

"Well, goodbye," I turned and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Daemon asked and I nearly laughed. Nearly.

"I'm going to bed."

~End Chapter 5 - Arrival~

(1) Yes, Canada is the pedophile capital of the world, and if you would like to know why or more about it, just E-mail me!

Author's Notes: Well, that was interesting. Thank you so much Bailey for the inspiration and new plot line! You are so amazing!

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