A scream is ringing in my ears. A scream. It's in my dream. Wait no it's not. It's in reality. I snap my eyes open and my vision is engulfed in darkness. It must be early in the morning because the sun didn't rise yet. I sit up on my bed quickly that I get dizzy all of a sudden. No one is in my room but I hear groaning and moaning like someone is in pain. I get up, walking into the living room in the darkness because I can't see. Another loud groan escapes the bedroom of Evan's. It's him. He must be in pain. I make a start to jog to his room until I jam my toes on the edge of the coffee table. "Fuck!" I groan, hopping on one foot and clenching onto the other in my hands. I limp to his room and his hands are clenched in fists, sweat lining down his forehead. His grey tank top is drenched in sweat, lining the muscles of his tone body beneath. "Hey it's okay." I whisper to him, placing my hand around his arm. He screams out again in pain, turning to his side and curling up in a ball, clenching onto the bed sheets. "Evan." I sigh, running my hand up and down his arm. He is burning hot. "Shhhhh..." I sooth him, trying to calm him down. "I'm here." I add and he groans out in pain. "It hurts so much." He cries, his eyes tightly closed. "I know, I know." I softly say and he swallows, shaking his head. "You don't know." He spits out before shouting again. I was going to argue how I do know because I'm in his position when I get my period but... I'm not going to say anything. He screams out, clenching onto the headboard but suddenly he rips a piece of it off. The wood that he is gripping on isn't part of the headboard anymore. He literally ripped it off. No one can do that. He opens his eyes a bit, squinting and looking at what he did. He moans, dropping the ripped wood besides him on the bed. I stare at him with my mouth agape in shock. Suddenly Mr. Xander's words went through my head. Step three is when they get stronger, faster, can hear better... "Ow-" He cuts short and I see some kind of red substance on his hand that ripped the headboard. It's his blood. He must have cut himself. "I'll clean it." I mutter, getting up and quickly grabbing a wet paper towel from the kitchen. I walk back in his room and carefully take his injured hand. "Thank you." His raspy voice says and I give him a half smile, slowly caressing his hand with the damp paper towel. I examine it in the dark with the small nightlight creeping besides us that's giving me some light to see. "I think there's chips of wood in your skin. Let me see if I can get them out." I calmly say and he slides his body up so he can lean his back against the headboard. I scoot more on his bed and I lean my head towards his hand so I can look at the small cuts. "There must be a tweezer in the bathroom or something so I can get them out." I add and before I can get up, he uses his other hand and holds me still. "Look." His eyes widen and I look down at his injured arm and the small cuts from the splinters are closing. He is healing. Healing! I stare down at it heal his skin closed and it's amazing. "I guess not." I snort and he grins at me, his eyes darting from his hand to my face. "I'll get you some of your father's blood." I get up and I go in the kitchen, taking a blood bag out of the fridge. I unscrew the cap and I slowly pour half a cup of it. I watch the thick substance slowly slide down the glass cup into the puddle of it. I toss the bag back in the fridge and I go to Evan's room. I turn on the light before handing the cup to him. He slowly takes the cup from my grasp and I sit back down, watching him look at the blood in the glass. "Staring at it is not going to do any better. Drink it." I purposely push him to it while he stares at me while biting his bottom lip. Evan brings the cup to his lips, taking a small sip of it. He swallows and licks his stained lips before glancing back down at the cup. All of a sudden, he brings the cup back to his mouth and starts taking big gulps like there is no time to breath. I watch him do it, my lips parting a bit concerned. He tilts the cup up to early and a line of blood trickles from the edge of his mouth. I lift my hand up, placing my thumb along the edge so it doesn't drip off his chin. I catch it on my finger and when he's done, he puts the cup down. Evan is staring at me with his big hazel eyes, a bit shocked I guess. Without hesitation he grabs my wrist and I suddenly feel my heart pace quickening. He moves my hand and brings it to his lips, his hot breath on my finger tips. He sucks on my thumb lightly, taking the blood off of it. Something inside me tingles when he does it, hitting me to the core. Evan pulls away, grasping on his own breath that unevenly paced. We are staring at each other, I don't know what he's thinking but I know what I'm thinking. I'm taken aback. At first I was helping him and suddenly he turned it to another path we aren't suppose to be taking. Getting attracted towards each other. I clear my throat that pulls me away from my thoughts and makes him let go of my wrist. "I-I... ugh-" "I'll go back to bed." I cut off because him stuttering was making the atmosphere around us worst. "Yeah, yeah. You are right. Sorry for awaking you." "It's fine." I sigh, closing his bedroom light and quickly scurrying off to my room.