Fatal Mistakes

Clare has been turned into a vampire, the greatest monster of them all... yet, she hates herself for it. Tries her best to stay human. When the sun burns her, their stakes chase her, how could that ever work? In fact, trying to retain her humanity could be her one fatal mistake.

This story began as one I wrote over a year ago (the first 12 chapters are from then) and I think my writing has improved since then. Let me know what you think.

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7. Chapter Seven

"I'm sorry," Dan said, eyes fixed on the floor. I stared up at him, mouth agape, and replayed the words in my mind. Sorry for what? For leaving me to die at his own sister's hand? For not seeing the signs of vampirism until now? 
"Yeah, well I am too."

 "No, that's not what I meant." Dan walked towards me, and then sat on the edge of the bed. I didn't even realise what he was sorry for until the stake was back in his hand.
"You don't have to..." I stopped, looking up at his face. His eyes were creased, and a frown fixed on his face. I wondered what I would have done in his position, if I would have considered killing him. 

"See, if you were really Claire, I'm not sure you'd say that." Dan moved so that he was sitting in a cross-legged position, one way too comfortable for what we were actually discussing. It was as if he had actually forgotten that I was a vampire. Y'know, one of those creatures that 'goes bump in the night'? 

He held the stake tightly in both hands, as he continued. "You could kill us all." I'm pretty sure that I didn't look like a killer, if you ignored the blood red eyes that were most likely showing, and looked instead at how weak I looked. I could still barely move by myself. Surely, to be able to kill someone, you had to be able to reach them? Unless a vampire power was to be able to fry someone with their own brainwaves. Unlikely.

"That's not my plan though, I don't want to hurt any of you."
Dan scoffed, "Don't want to hurt us?"

"Claire, you do know that from the second you left that warehouse, you were destined to kill. It is what you are, and-" 

He looked at the ceiling, as if offering up a silent prayer to a deity he had already confessed he had long since gave up on: he knew that no-one would help him now. "It's kill or be killed now, isn't it?"
"I've never even tried to hurt you, Dan."
Dan shook his head. "You haven't tried yet, but I can see it in your eyes. You're going to kill me." 

I wished that I could have refuted his claim and told him that I could never hurt him, but I found that I could no longer lie to him. One way or another, I was leaving him today, and I would never see his face again. Never see a smile on his face, so like the one so long ago when I told him I loved him.

"I swear it to you, on my-" I stopped, realising that I was - by all meanings of the word- dead. Except I was stubborn, and I was still moving, because of the restorative properties of vampire saliva. 
Dan raised an eyebrow, and I struggled to my feet.

Swaying, but still trying to look even less dangerous, as I saw Dan move towards me. He stepped so that we were standing mere centimetres away from each other, and he placed the stake right up against my ribs. Pushed it against the skin, so that I winced in pain. 

"You know I'll do it," Dan said, looking me in the eye then. I nodded in response, trying to ignore the growing feeling that I wanted to dive forward and kill him. Drink his blood, until there was nothing left. I had to hold back, I reminded myself. This was Dan, and I didn't want to hurt him, even though it was becoming harder to remember that.

I didn't doubt that he would kill me, when it came down to that moment, I knew that I would do the same. I would reason that he was a monster and not the boy I loved, I would make it all sound reasonable as I stabbed him through the heart. 

"I'm scared, Dan." 
I was shocked even to admit it, that I was still scared. I was a vampire, yet still I felt true fear. I was scared that I would hurt him, destroy him, in the way that Maisie had to me. I was scared that I wouldn't even regret it.

Dan looked me in the eye, and I could almost feel him searching my face, as if trying to find out if the girl he had known was still in there. I was, though I was barely hanging on anymore.

I jump forward, throwing him to the floor; he screams as my teeth-

I staggered backwards, trying to ignore the vivid pictures running through my head, as the thirst grew in intensity again. It was unbearable, and I knew that I would do anything to stop it. Even if that did mean making those visions come true.

"Dan, get back," I hissed, tightening my hands into fists.

He screams, and I remember when I was human. When I felt such fear. My prey begs me to stop, to let him live, but the words barely even register.

The images continued running through my mind, and I needed them to stop. They just made it easier to imagine killing him. 

The look of pure hatred on Dan's face is enough to break me. 

It is no longer about predator or prey.

It is which one of us can hold on for the longest.

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