She put her face in her hands, hiding herself from him. She didn't want him to see her like this. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "I can't help the biting. I don't even know it's happening until it's happened." She refused to look at him as she answered the next question. "I can't be. I ate lunch with you today. We went
outside to go shopping. We even spent a little time on the patio. I told you I shouldn't be here." She got up, going to the closet and pulling out a backpack, stuffing a few shirts into it, along with a pair of jeans and some other clothes. "I'm not staying here until I know what's the matter with me. I'm scared, Dave. Terrified. I don't want you to see me like this."
He got up and went over to her, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Cam, I love you. And that means I'm going to be there for you no matter what. And the last thing I'm gonna do, is let you leave here confused and scared. I refuse to let you leave. So just deal with it." He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "We're gonna figure this out together."
She wiped her eyes, smearing her tears. "So what are we going to do? I can't stay in this room. I'm afraid of what I might do while you're sleeping." She looked across the room, trying to block out the fact that she could smell his blood and his pulse was thundering in her ears.
He sighed, trying to think of some solution, something to do. Chris... Chris would know what to do. He hunted vampyres for a living. He had to know what was going on. "We need to talk to Chris."
She nodded in defeat. "Fine. I'll let him poke and prod or whatever he'd do. But I should go get cleaned up before he comes over. I probably look like hell right now...no longer that beautiful woman you fell in love with."
He ran a hand along her cheek, smiling. "You're still the beautiful woman I fell in love with. Nothing could change that. But you get cleaned up, and I'll call Chris."
She looked down, shaking her head, trying to hide her face from him. "I'm a freak, David...and not in a good way. I'm one of those kinds who belong in a padded room." She broke out of his grasp and went into the bathroom, starting the shower.
She was in the bathroom before he could tell her that she wasn't a freak. He sighed then went to the phone. He picked it up, dialing first Chris's home number. There wasn't an answer, so he dialed his cell number. It started to ring...
Chris was sitting in the hospital waiting room, waiting for Jon and Lil to be released. He heard his cell phone ring and took it out of his pocket, answering it. "Brock."
She undressed, setting her clothes neatly on the counter. Then she stood under the hot spray, trying to wash whatever was wrong with her off. She reached for her razor, intending on getting a spot she had missed while preparing for their date. She ran the razor along a small patch on her leg, cursing when she nicked herself. She noticed it bleed, as she figured it would, but then it stopped after a minute. What the hell? She shook it off, washing her body, her hair, her face. Then she simply stood under the water for a very long time, trying to think.
"Chris... it's Dave." He felt a little awkward. It had only been a few days since he had caught Chris and Cam going at it on his own bed. He pushed those thoughts away. "There's something wrong with Cam."
Chris was mildly surprised by the phone call. "What's wrong with Cam?" His attention turned away from any of the other hospital traffic and he focused on the phone call.
"She's..." he fell silent. He didn't know what to say, how to say it. "She's having... aftereffects from being bitten."
"Aftereffects?" He asked, confused. "What aftereffects? What the hell are you talking about?"
"She's, uh..." Suddenly, he was having second thoughts about telling Chris. He killed vampyres. If Cam was somehow becoming one, Chris might try and kill her. "Ah, fuck..."
"What? She's what?" Chris said, trying to get any information out of Trenton as possible. He looked around, trying to see if Jon and Lil were out yet. Bugger. He couldn't very well leave them here alone with no ride. "Look, I'm at the hospital and I can't leave just yet. I'll give you a call when I can, okay? In the meantime, try and come
up with a coherent answer of what's wrong with Cam."
"Ok, yea. I'll do that." He hung up the phone and lowered his head into his hands. What in the fuck was going on? It felt as though he had stumbled into some fucked up dream.
Cameron finally turned the shower off, wrapping a thick towel around herself, then trying to dry her hair with another one. She looked into the mirror, tracing her finger along the reflection. She looked ill, much paler than normal. Her skin used to have some color to it. She used to be able to get tans, sleep, feel content on eating sushi
and not biting Dave so hard she drew blood. She looked at her own eyes, noting the color shift from a dark brown to hazel and back again. She backed up, slamming into the bathroom wall. Her mouth was agape in shock, and she noticed slight fangs. Not as long as the ones she'd seen on Josh or Simone or any of them, but long enough for her to let out a genuinely terrified scream. She locked the bathroom door, slumping to the floor, trying to hide.
Trenton looked up from his hands to the bathroom door as he heard the scream. "Cam?" He moved to the door and tried to open it, finding it locked. "Cam? Are you ok?"
"Go away, Dave." She said, frightened. "Just leave right now....I'm a monster....a horrible, terrible monster...just like that son of a bitch who bit me." She leaned against the door.
"No!" He said, pounding a fist on the door. "Don't say that. It isn't true. You could never be like that, no matter what." He sighed. "Open the door."