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.


10. Chapter Ten


Leaning against the wall, I closed my eyes and waited for darkness to fall so that I could run. I didn't know where I was going to go, I just knew that it was the best thing to do - there was nothing here that couldn't be replaced: and if anyone of them found out what I was then I would be dead. The only reason why Dan hadn't killed me outright was because he was still too weak. Perhaps, deep down, there was also a feeling that it would be wrong to kill me. For old time's sake. It wasn't something that I counted on, but I figured that it might help me get away.

Dan was barely conscious now, and I knew that when he was able to move, he would try again with the stake. Maybe this time it would hit it's target. Still, I couldn't summon up the energy to move and stop him. There was something about killing him that didn't sit right with me, and there would be no other real way to prevent him from hurting me.

Hearing a noise at the door, I swore under my breath, and decided that it would be best to ignore it rather than try and convince whoever was waiting that I wasn't a threat. Surely they would see the blood in pools on the floor, the marks on Dan's neck and the bloodied stake and reach the correct decision. If they didn't, then it would be hard to understand how they had survived in such a cruel world for so long.

"Claire?" The voice at the door was young and bubbly, a girl. I couldn't tell just from that who it was, but there was something familiar about it. Panicked, I hoped that she would just leave, because I knew that if she didn't then the likelihood of her exiting the room alive would be low. Due to my wounds, the thirst had returned, and I could tell that this time it might not be as easily sated as it had with Dan.

Looking over at him, I hoped that he would stay silent so that I didn't have to make any snap decisions. I didn't want a death on my hands, however much easier that might make my escape. Of course, those feelings of morality would only remain until the thirst grew. Then I would have no control at all over what I was going to do: I would become the monster that I had spent my entire life trying to avoid.

"Claire?" There was a bang on the door, and I looked up, hoping that I was being quiet enough that she would think there was no-one here. Then Dan had to groan, and totally alert her that there was at least someone inside the room. 

Pushing myself to my feet, I silenced Dan with a glare, and picked up the stake. Taking a jacket from my wardrobe, I fastened it and hoped it would cover the bloodstains on my shirt. Then I threw the stake inside before slamming the wardrobe doors shut. 

"Claire!" The voice was almost frantic then and I knew that I had no choice but to answer; or else they might break down the door. 

"Coming," I said, trying to cloak the agitation in my voice as I lifted up Dan's collar so at the least it hid the bitemark.

Flinging the door open as casually as I could, I hoped that she wouldn't be too observant. 

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