That night Chandler and Evan took my dad's car and went to a store to by an appropriate outfit for the wake. My mom had many phone calls about how many students went to the one in the morning. I didn't have the energy to get up the day of the wake. Evan fed me his blood and helped me out of bed. I threw up again before showering myself and brushing the knots out of my hair. My mom changed the sheets on my bed and nicely folded it. She excused herself from cleaning my room when I walked back in with a towel wrapped around my body. She closes the door and I let the towel slip off my body. I stare at myself in the mirror and I examine how skinny I look. From not eating the past three days made me look physically sick. I ignore my body and I go through my closet. I find a plain black dress and I slip it over my head after putting a bra and underwear. I reach behind my back for the zipper and I zip it up. After I apply some light makeup to cover how tired and sick I look. I put on black wedges and I open my door. I stand there in shock when I see Evan with his arm in the air. He looks at me shocked too before clearing his throat and bringing his arm to his side. "Sorry I was going to knock." I smile, tugging my hair behind my ear. "No worries, I'm actually ready." He steps out of the way so I walk out of my room. "Okay we're too. We were waiting downstairs." "Oh," Was the only thing that come out of my parted lips. The house was quiet all day. I stayed in my room the whole time because I didn't want to see everybody in the living room. Dad and mom stood by the front door in all black. It was dark out so the curtains from every window were pushed open. Evan and Chandler were both wearing black pants and Chandler had a black button down and Evan had a navy blue. Evan held my arm and I walked close to him. They took my dad's car and I went with my parents in my mom's car. I sat in the backseats in silence the whole way to the funeral home. My parents had a small talk here and there but I never jumped in. I stared out the window in exhaustion. I didn't even realize that we pulled into the crowded parking lot until the car stopped moving. I get out of the car and I lean against it feeling nauseous. Chandler and Evan meet up to our car and Evan grabs my upper arm. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" He asks and I nod my head, pushing myself off the car. "I'm sure. We need to be here to pay our respects." We walk into the entrance of the funeral home and there was small conversations here and there in soft whispers. To me they didn't sound like whispers. My hearing was so sensitive that it felt like I was standing right next to them while they spoke. There was older people, some with a stern look, others patting their eyes with tissues. I glanced at everybody emotionless as I walked past them. I even recognized students from my school, most of them in my grade. They all stared at me and whispered in each others ears. Evan held onto me and kept his head straight. Chandler and my parents walked behind us. Most people turned their heads to me because they knew I got shot too during 'our vacation'. My presence right now and being on the verge of dying actually helps the part that I got shot too but survived. I look terrified and sick mentally and physically right now. We go through the doors that takes you to the casket. There's a bunch of people sitting on the chairs and up front is John's family members. I remember meeting his aunts and uncles and cousins when we used to date. Right next to the casket was his parents. My throat becomes tight when they move and I see John's upper body from half of the casket open. His eyes are closed but he's very pale. Just staring at his face from far looks like he's resting by being in a deep sleep. A very long sleep for sure. I lick my lips and stop my tracks. I stare at his dead body and my eyes start to swell with tears. I start to heave and Evan starts to call my name to grab my attention. "Adeline." Next time someone calls my name, it's not Evan. I flinch when someone's warm hand touches my cold one. I look up and it's Rebecca. She's in a black dress that stopped right at her knees. She wore black flats and had a long necklace on. Her hair was curled in locks that bounced every time she moved. "Rebecca." I mouth because my voice was so little. She pulls me into a hug and I wrap my arms around her, leaving Evan's side. We held onto each other while she kept on talking. "I heard what happen, I'm so sorry about John. Everybody will miss him so much he was such a perfect soul..." Her voice fades and it goes through one ear and out the other. I bring one of my hands over the back of her neck and I hold her. I bury my nose into her hair and I inhale deeply. God she smells so good. I catch something else and I move her hair to the side. Her bare neck is visible to my face that's inches away from me. I inhale again and I smell something better, sweeter, tastier. I hear her heart beating very softly, pulsing her blood that's running through her veins. I see her artery pulsing through her pale skin. Her flesh is so warm I feel my face becoming heated. My mouth waters when I can smell her blood and my body is aching for it. I lick my lips and I part them. I don't have my fangs yet but if I bite hard enough with my dull teeth I can possibly get some blood to flow in my mouth... Rebecca finishes talking and pulls away from me. I snap out of the trance I was in and I look at her startled. She didn't realize anything because a soft perky smile was on her lips. I just stared at her with my mouth gaped over. Did I just crave her blood? "So what do you think?" She annoyingly asks because I don't say anything. I blink a couple of times before nodding. "Ugh s-sure." I awkwardly say although I didn't know what she said to me.