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Her and I decided to go back to the apartment one last time to look for Shelley. We knew at some point she would return there, she didn't have anywhere else to stay for too long. We drove over there in silence. Both of us going dizzy with the thoughts of the last year, the last few days...everything. A song came on the radio that we both knew well and loved, but neither had the energy to engage. I gripped the wheel while daydreaming ahead. She laid her head on the side window

Shelley was hiding out in a run down house in the inner city. A place she was used to going when life got out of control. Four of her cronies followed her, although she wanted to be alone. The rage that had taken over her was unbearable. She was laying on a wool blanket trying to recoup...thinking about life before any of this, before she showed up. Reflecting back to when she didn't have this need to kill.

I couldn't comprehend how I was seeing who I was seeing exiting my cave, but it was definitely who I saw. Nikita. Did she just stumble upon it looking for me at my house? Should I walk up to her now? What do I do?! I had no idea at that point so I stayed hidden to see what else she was up to.

I asked jokingly to try and lighten up the mood a bit? She half smiled while waiting for answers. "Yesterday was so bizarre I was trying to forget it, sorry. What is bothering you the most," I asked her. "Seriously? Let's start with you, Shelley's statements...I could go on if you'd like, Meredith!" "I understand babe, I do. Let's figure out what to do, ok?" "Ok," she answered.

After sticking the dude in the woods bones away, I heard the noise of my cave opening. What the fuck? Shit! Fuckkkk! I turned then to get a glance of who has discovered my place but the hatch was already shut. Who or whatever that was was in there now realizing someone was living down there, made a home underground in the damp, bug filled hole would surely send any human into a panic. But there were no screams. An unusual reaction but ok. Come on...come on out. Show yourself,

While drifting in and out of consciousness, I had a flashback of when I was a child watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer wishing to be Kristy Swanson, this wasn't how I had imagined it to be though. Was I dreaming right now? Did Shelley and I fall asleep? That's when I hit the ground and felt my body slowly come to. When I had full feeling again, I could place some pressure on the wound I had on my neck. I could not stand, though. I was extremely weak so I laid there ...

A month ago I ate for the last time. There hasn't been anyone worthwhile since. I refuse to kill just to eat, so I wait for the right human to come along. I never want to take a politician, for instance. They taste like that one nasty nut you randomly eat in the jar, spoils everything. The taste lingers no matter what you try to do to remove it. Rotten from the inside out most of them. I also refuse to make them immortal.

The taste of her blood was intoxicating, making my body shiver. In the heat of the moment, while in starvation, it can become impossible to control my emotions. I hadn't ate in over a year, then all of this. I was beginning to turn into everything I hated without control, but what other choice did I have?