Night came in and Amber’s mood had not gotten any better. She was in her room, throwing all her stuff around. She was angry. No, she was starving. The crap she had found in the fridge couldn’t be called food. She heard a key; it sounded like it happened right next to her. She heard footsteps and her father saying “I’m home!” She heard him walk to the kitchen and opening the fridge. As he got himself a beer he saw Rachel sitting on the couch. He walked towards her and sank down to her. That’s when he saw the bruisers on her cheek. “What happened? Who did this? Where’s Amber?” he asked insisting. Rachel looked up with a weird gleam in her eyes. She smiled silly. “Really stupid” she said. “I ran into a glass door, when I was doing grocery’s” “Where’s Amber? Did she come home?” he repeated. Rachel nodded. He got up with the intention to go to his daughter’s room. Amber looked around, agitated. She had to get out. She couldn’t risk hurting her dad as well. It was bad enough to hurt her mom. She turned to the window, realizing no other option was left. Just when she wanted to put her plan into action she felt a firm grip on her arm. She turned around and looked in Stefan’s face. “You” she groaned and wanted to scratch him. He avoided her sharp nails. “If you want to escape, we might as well escape together” Stefan said, being his calm self. “You just want to deliver me to that other guy” Amber said scared. “Listen to me” Stefan said. “I want to help you” But Amber bit his arm with her fangs and jumped out of the window. She landed on her feet and ran instinctive to the shag next to the house. She turned around, to see where Stefan was, but he wasn’t there. Backwards she shuffled the shag in. She kept walking backwards, keeping her eyes focused on the door, until her back hit something. She turned around slowly and when she saw what she had bumped into, it felt like someone had driven a stake through her heart; though she had no idea how that felt, but she imagined it would be something like that. She wanted to scream, but a hand covered her mouth. “Don’t make a sound” Stefan said accenting every word. He removed his hand and jumped up, untied the rope and dropped the body that was hanging there. Amber bent down on her knees and sobbed. “Derek. What happened to him? Why did he do this?” “Oh, haven’t you heard?” Stefan said cheerful. “He was having a depression. Both his parents murdered by some beast that had sucked them dry. Having nightmares. He just couldn’t take it anymore. He wrote a goodbye letter. You want to read it?” Amber looked up, feeling like she had to vomit. “He talked to me yesterday!” she cried. “He asked me to come…” she paused, because suddenly she understood everything. There had been something odd about him, like he wasn’t himself. Like he was under hypnosis. “You did something to him” she said slowly. “You’ve put him under a spell or hypnosis to make him do everything you ask. Like that other guy did. He did something with my mind, making me call my mom” she looked back at Stefan, fear being replaced by grudge. “You killed him! You’ve murdered my boyfriend!!” She tried to punch him and kick him, but Stefan speeded away, reappearing at Derek’s head. He lifted the body with one hand. “Don’t you want a bite?” he teased Amber. Amber adverted her head. “I’m not feeding on my boyfriend” She heard a crack and turned around. Stefan had bitten Derek’s neck. Though first upset the blood streaming over Derek’s neck wakened a new and strange longing inside of her. “Just try it” Stefan tempted her. He held the body in front of her and she took the head in her hand, sucking the blood. Stefan grinned as she seemed to enjoy it. Amber grabbed the head with more force and drove her fangs into the flesh, more blood spilling on the ground.