Full Moon

Rose has been haunted by dreams; dreams depicting the lives of the Cullen family.
But then Rose goes to the Italian city of Volterra with her class, where strange occurrences will change her whole life.


11. Chapter 10

I was in a daze. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Vampires weren’t even supposed to exist! They belonged in fairytales and nightmares. So how could I be becoming one?

If someone had come up to me before we left for Italy and told me that my classmates would get eaten by vampires and that I would become a vampire, I would have laughed and said “Yeah, right. And my best friend is Santa Claus. You’re crazy…” and then walked away while shaking my head. But no one had. It was all real.

Oh, how I wished it wasn’t…


When I entered my room I didn’t even bother to turn the lights on. I just sat on the bed in the dark.

I didn’t want to close my eyes and sleep. That would bring the morning even faster. I might’ve even dream again. But, no, I didn’t think so. My dreams were real and I was living them right now. 

But at some point I was too tired. I fell asleep, fully dressed and on the bed covers.


When I woke up the back of my head ached because of the braid in my hair. I quickly pulled the rubber band out and combed my hair with my fingers. I tried to remove my jeans while lying down, so I squiggled like a worm on the bed. It didn’t help, I had to get up. That was when I noticed the food cart standing next to the table. The smell of eggs and bacon made my stomach rumble and my mouth started watering. I hadn’t eaten in nearly 24 hours.

I completely forgot my jeans and stood up. But when I took the first step towards the food I tripped over my jeans, which I was still partly wearing. They were hanging around my ankles, making it very hard to walk.

I landed hard on the floor, bruising my elbow. I swore, turned over on my back, sat up and remove d my jeans slowly and quietly, all the while staring murderously at them. Then I stood up and slowly made my way towards the food, making an effort in avoiding any obstacles.  


After biting my tongue several times and nearly poking myself in the eye with the fork, I took a shower. My last shower. My last meal. It would be my last everything that day. That was depressing.

But the shower was great. The warm water loosened all my muscles and the knots of stress in my neck and shoulders. I was really going to miss that.


After my shower I stood in front of the body-length mirror and looked at myself. My long brown hair. My face, my lips. My body. 

I was pretty. In my own way. I wasn’t small and slender. I was strong and athlete built. I had never really liked my body... It's funny how you could spend your whole life hating something and then realize you'd miss it when you wouldn’t have it or see it again. Strange.

I saved my eyes for last. My dark eyes. They were the part of me that I liked the most. Not so much the color, they were too dark. But they were big and framed by long thick lashes.

“I guess it’s all going to change now.” I whispered to myself.

There was a knock on my door. I quickly put on a robe and open the door. It was one of the hotel workers with my suitcase. “I was told to give you this.” he said.

I thanked him and then quickly opened my suitcase. I didn’t know what I was looking for. Maybe something that would get me out of this mess. Something calming and reassuring. Anything.


I found my diary. The diary I'd kept since I'd been 13. The one that smelled like lavender since I put a stem from the lavender bush in my Mum's garden in it.

I flipped through it. I’d had so many insignificant worries before the dreams started. Worries about guys, school and parents. Typical teenage stuff. Oh, how I wished for those worries then.

A picture fell out from the pages. A picture of my family. My parents and my sister.

For a while I sat on the floor and stared at their warm and loving faces. It was amazing how much I missed them. How long had it been since I’d told them I loved them? I couldn’t remember.

I put the picture back in the diary before I'd start crying. I couldn’t afford to break down. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pull myself together. 

I searched through my suitcase again. I poured all my clothes out and sniffed them. To smell home. But it all smelled like suitcase. I hated that smell.


In the end I turned the whole thing upside down. Amongst the soft sound of the clothes hitting the floor, I heard a metallic clink as something hard hit the floor. My medallion. The small medallion I’d bought a few years ago.

I opened the medallion and breathed a sigh of relief. The picture was still there. The tiny picture of my family together. I hung the medallion around my neck where it would stay forever.


The phone rang. It was Heidi telling me that she was waiting down in the lobby.

I quickly got dressed and packed my suitcase again. Before leaving the room I stood on the threshold and took one last look.

If I stepped out of that room and closed the door it would mean leaving my whole life behind me. It’d mean taking a scary path and starting a new life. As a vampire.

I opened the medallion and looked at my family. That made up my mind. 


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