I was trying hard to get back my strength after the ordeal with Logan. My body still needed feedings every couple of hours. Thank goodness my bear kept me satisfied. His blood was like no other I have ever tasted. I was more than happy to feast on him everyday. Seth was truly amazing at taking care of me. He didn't allow me to leave home or go on any missions. As for my Dad, I wasn't even allowed to speak his name but I had to confront him. I had to ask him why he was willing to put my life on the line.

I knew Seth had business to take care of at his bar. He had to make sure everything was stock and ready for the motorcycle gangs that were in town. They sure did love to drink. I slowly got out the bed and walked over to the closet and hissed out. A pain hit me in my stomach that brought me to my knees. I balled up on the floor holding onto my stomach. Maybe all the toxin hasn't left my body yet.

I tried to get myself together and crawled to the bathroom and started puking up my guts. I don't know if you've ever seen a Vampire puke before but it was definitely out of a horror movie. Blood splattered all over the toilet and on the floor. It seriously looked like a murder scene. It continued for about 30 minutes until there was nothing left on my stomach to vomit up.

What the hell was going on with me? I have never, ever puked since I was turned over 1,000 years ago. My head was spinning and I knew I had to get back in the bed. I used what little bit of strength I had left and flashed back to the bed. I just hope my bear could figure out what was going on with me.