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as Nick’s fangs are… were. Other than that, I don’t seem to have changed much. I’m still 5’7”, still lean and muscular, still Heather.
                  Nick stands in the doorway, and I can see in the mirror that he’s watching me carefully. He should be grieving the seemingly permanent loss of his family, but instead, he’s focused on what’s going on with me. Probably burying all that emotion and saving it for later. “I was afraid this might happen,” he says after a long pause.
                  “What…?” I slowly turn to face him. “You knew?”
                  “First things first, did you feel anything weird when we… when I bit you?”
                  I think back on the incident, and whisper, “Yeah. It felt like my veins were on fire. It faded quickly, but it was still weird.”
                  “Something happened on my end, too.” Nick pushes himself away from the doorframe, and says, “When I bit you, it was supposed to be just that – a bite. The second I tasted your blood, I felt this intense pain in my chest, and everything started warming up, and somehow, I guess I relaxed too much and some of my venom made it into your system.”
                  I nod, and lean against the sink, taking care to put less pressure on my recently bandaged hand. He’s just confirming what I’ve been suspecting; my blood somehow changed him back into a human. I have so many questions, but the only one that Nick can answer for me is, “Why did you wait until just now to tell me?”
                  “Normally, when vampire venom enters someone’s bloodstream, it effects them right away. They go into a sort of coma, as close to death as they can get without actually dying. Their heart rate drops to zero, they stop breathing, and their body goes cold. Their brains are still active, though, adapting to all the changes in their body, letting some systems go into stasis while others alter their purpose. Then after three days, they wake up, hungry enough to attack the first person they see. None of that happened to you, so I figured I was imagining what happened during the bite. I guess I was wrong.”
                  It feels like the bathroom is spinning around me. I can’t be a vampire. This is just a cruel joke. I didn’t “die”, and I have no interest in blood, so Nick is just screwing with me, he has to be. “What else?,” I ask, staring hard at the ground. “What else happens to you when you turn?”
                  Nick thinks for a moment, then says, “All of your senses get sharper. At night, you can see everything as clearly as you would in the daytime. You develop superhuman reflexes. You can run faster and jump higher than you ever thought possible. Your body can take more damage. You basically become the perfect hunter.”
                  “Go on.”
                  “You won’t be invincible, though. A stake to the heart would kill you, and so would losing your head, so don’t let either happen.”
                  “Well then. Being a vampire is going to be fun.”
                  “I could be wrong. You could still be just human.”
                  I turn away from Nick, and take another glance at my reflection. I’m not sure, but I think my skin’s turning even paler than usual. For some reason, my thoughts drift to a few nights ago, to Michael and his revelations. A hollow laugh escapes my throat. “I don’t think just human was ever an option for me.”

5
                  When I wake up the next morning, I can’t immediately place why I’m so unhappy. I’m exactly where I usually want to be; huddled against Nick in his bed, with his arm around me. I’m even wearing one of his shirts, a gray and black striped T-shirt from Old Navy that’ll smell like him no matter how many times it’s