She reached for another smoke, afraid to look up. What if she was able to cry blood? That would have her bundled up in a straight jacket and shipped off to the local nut house. She looked up long enough to light her smoke, closing her eyes, a slight trail of red came out of one.
He saw the red tear trail. "What the hell..? Um... well, I'm out of rational explanations. Or any other ones, for that matter."
She put the smoke out and laid back down, pulling the sheets over her head. "I'm leaving in the morning....I won't be able to sleep anyways...haven't been able to since Josh tried to make me a slave or whatever the fuck he did to me."
"No, you're not," Trenton said. "You're not going anywhere."
"You haven't been able to sleep since that whole retainer incident?" Chris asked, as if he was thinking of something.
"No, and I haven't fucked Dave since then either...we were going to go out...and at the club, I had to wear sunglasses because the lights hurt my eyes." She spoke firmly, her head still concealed. "Bright lights hurt and I think I got a burn on my leg from being in the sun, althought I was on the patio for maybe ten minutes." She stuck out her leg. Across the side of it was a somewhat painful looking burn mark. "I NEVER burn."
He looked down at the burn. "Maybe Josh did something... something more then just turning you into a retainer." He put a hand to his head. "Damn, I wish I hadn't gotten injured so badly that night."
She pulled her leg back under the blanket. "I'm going somewhere away from people. I'm a danger to myself and to others." She said firmly. "I won't be responsible for killing anyone. That's Josh's job...."
"Cam, just leaving isn't a solution. Now, whatever's happened to you, it hasn't turned you fully into a vampyre. So that might mean it could be reversable." He hoped it was. He really needed to find out more about what had happened to her.
"So what happens if I lose control again and Dave ends up a corpse? No way...fuck the chances of that happening." She sighed. "I don't care how you try to stop me...I'm going to hide somewhere."
"I'm not letting you go anywhere." Trenton said, laying back onto the bed next to her. "Even if I have to keep an eye on you constantly and tie you down when I can't keep an eye on you."
"Shouldn't have to be like that, Dave." She said in probably the harshest tone she had ever taken with him. "I'm not a fucking monster...no wait, I am..." Her voice grew weak again. "I'm nothing but a misfit.....and Chris is gonna stake me because I turned into a fucking bloodsucker." She began to softly cry.
He winced. "You're not a monster. I just don't want to loose you."
"And for the last time, I'm not staking you." Chris said. "We don't even know what's really happened to you yet. It's too early to start jumping to conclusions."
"So what should I do in the meantime? Stay locked up in this room away from Dave so I don't kill him? To me, blood tastes better than anything else I could put into my system. I'm terrified, I'm scared, and I'm annoyed."
"Well, I think I speak for Dave as well as myself when I say, you're not going anywhere. At least not when there could still be other options on the table. Don't you even want to try and see if you can be cured?" Chris asked.
"I just don't want to hurt anyone....whatever has to happen, then fine. Pull a Highlander on me. I don't care. Call it taking one for team Brock."
"Alright, I know how you feel. But you know that that's the absolute very last thing on the list of possible things to do." Chris sighed. "If then. Frankly, I'd sooner go along with your idea to leave. But even that's not necessary right now."
She poked her head out of the blanket, revealing only her eyes. They were on Brock. "What should I do in the meantime? I'm not leaving this apartment until I find out what the hell is going on." She growled slightly.
Chris looked back at her. "Then don't leave the apartment. Fight back the urge for blood, and if it becomes overwhelming, send Dave to go get something with blood in it. Meanwhile, I'll try and find out what exactly happened to you."
"What if I end up biting him again?" Her eyes read fear.
"Dave will pry you off, even if he ends up having to hit you." He looked over at Trenton. "Isn't that right, Dave?"
He looked at Chris, then to Cam. "Yea... I guess so. I hope it doesn't come to that, though."
"Do what you have to." She sighed. "I'm staying as far out of grasp as possible. Lowers the risk."
"Right, well, I think I'm gonna head out. Try and dig up some information. Don't worry, we will sort this out." He tried to sound confident.
Cam poked her head out from under the blanket, her skin paler than when he had first come in. "You have ever reason to be scared right now, Chris...I don't blame you one bit."
He smiled a little. "That's always nice to know. I'll give you a ring as soon as I know anything." He turned and headed towards the door.
"Thanks, Chris...and I'm sorry." She said, rolling onto her side.