"Okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow then, Bye!" I could hear the impatience in her voice. She was just going to have to wait.
"Bye, Jess." I think I hung up before she could say "Bye, Bella."
I walked up the stairs slowly, a heavy stupor clouding my mind. I went through the motions of getting ready for bed without paying attention to what I was doing. It wasn't until I was in the shower—the water too hot, burning my skin—that I realized I was freezing. I shuddered violently for several minutes before the steaming spray, spraying all over my frigid body, could finally relax my rigid muscles. Then I stood in the shower, too tired to move, too tired to shower, until the hot water began to run out.
I stumbled out, hitting my head on the toilet bowl ("the King's Throne" as Charlie likes to call it on nights like these) and wrapped myself securely in a towel, trying to hold the heat from the water in so the aching shivers wouldn't return. I dressed for bed swiftly and climbed under my blankie, curling into a ball, huggin' myself to keep warm. A few small shudders trembled through me.
My mind still swirly-whirled dizzily, full of images I couldn't understand, and some I fought to repress. Nothing was clear except these three certainties:
First, that Fredward was a vampire.
Second, there was a part of him—and I didn't know which part it might be—that thirsted for my blood.
And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with the vampire of my dreams.

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Chapter 9

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