The Transformed Box Set: Books 1, 2, 3, 3.5

by Stacy Claflin

  I sat on the windowsill leaning against the window and wished that I had a way out of this tiny room that was imprisoning me. I knew that they were probably trying to protect me, but I wished they would have just had me sleep in a room with one of them. Any of them would have been better than waking to this.

  I turned around and looked out the window. There was a tree right in front of the window that blocked any view of the outside. I sighed, imagined myself in the tree so that I could climb down. I imagined what the branches felt like and the smell of the leaves that would soon be falling off.

  My eyes closed as I was imagining the scene so vividly. Before I knew it, I thought that I could actually feel the branches and leaves. I thought that I could actually smell the tree and little critters chattering nearby.

  I opened my eyes and I was actually sitting in the tree. Was I really sitting in the tree or was I hallucinating? I blinked my eyes several times and I was still sitting in the tree. I started to question my sanity, but decided that I should take advantage of being outside before they came to release me from my prison.

  I climbed down the tree easily, as this small tree was much easier to navigate than that huge tree in the field. I walked across the front yard and saw that my car was parked in the driveway. Brooke must have driven it back, because I left the car at school and the keys in my backpack on the bleachers.

  Who really needed a car anyway when I could run as fast as I could? I started running and decided that I would run until I figured out where I wanted to stop.

  It felt great to be running and before I knew it, I was in an area that I wasn't familiar with at all. I slowed down and stood at the base of a tree and looked around.

  The area looked run down. The buildings under the street lamps were in bad shape, all needed paint jobs and all of the store signs looked homemade. I saw cars that had been parked and looked abandoned.

  "Hello there," said a male voice next to me. "What brings someone like you to this part of town?"

  I swung my head around to see the man who was talking to me. He looked like he'd been left out in the middle of a farm for a week.

  "Just going for a run," I told him, trying not to stare at his yellow teeth.

  "It's not safe for pretty little things to be out here this late at night," he informed.

  "I can take care of myself."

  "You never know who you might run into. Someone like me could do a lot of damage to someone like you," he said and started laughing.

  My focus zoned in on him and the vein on his neck. I watched it pulse with blood and I detected the wonderful smell of blood. It didn't smell as good as the blood from the boys at the gym. But it was intoxicating nevertheless, and I wanted it more than anything. My body began to scream for it.

  "You make a habit of destroying the lives of innocent girls?" I asked him, just waiting for him to give me a reason to taste his blood.

  He laughed again. "I wouldn't say that I make a habit of it."

  Suddenly, I had visions of him harming girls and young women. I saw him burying some, throwing some into bodies of water, burning others. The visions were vivid and realistic, as if he had committed those acts right in front of me.

  I was seeing his thoughts and memories. I felt like throwing up, but knew that my time would be better spent removing the scum sucker from the planet.

  "Does it bring you some kind of sick pleasure to harm girls?" I asked, ready to pounce.

  He licked his teeth and said, "It sure does, and I have a feeling that I'm going to enjoy this one more than any of the others."

  It was my turn to laugh. "Not a chance, bottom feeder." I could feel four of my teeth growing and becoming sharp.

  He reached for me and in that exact moment, I lunged for that vein in his neck and bit it with everything in me. His skin and hair smelled like a mixture of manure and grass, and as gross as it was, it didn't stop me from going for the blood that I needed to have.

  I heard the beginnings of a scream from him, which was all he got out before collapsing.

  The taste in my mouth was unlike anything that I had ever tasted. I felt like I was soaring through the air and that music was playing. It wasn't just the taste, which was better than anything that ever touched my taste buds. It was an entire body and mind experience.

  I never wanted the feast to end, but much to my disappointment it did. I felt full when his blood was completely drained. My four teeth returned to normal.

  The sun was starting to rise, so I knew I needed to get back to the house soon and I also needed to figure out what to do with the guy. I looked around and decided to put him in front of a feed store nearby, figuring that someone would find him before too long.

  It was my hope that the local cops would be able to pin him to his murders and give the families some closure. I wasn't counting on it, because I doubted the cops in a town like this did much more than eat donuts and drink coffee all day.

  The blood from my feast must have given me some super strength, because I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder. I looked around to make sure that nobody was watching, crossed the street and threw him on the pavement in front of the store.

  It was more dignity than he'd given his victims.

  I saw in his memories that he had collected personal items from each victim, so if the police weren't able to figure out that he was a murderer, I had more than enough information to call in with an anonymous tip.

  I started running so that I could get back to the house before anyone knew that I was gone. But I wanted to stop in a bathroom first to make sure that I didn't have blood all over my face.

  I was pleased to see that I was a lot neater than vampires usually are in the movies. I quickly washed my face and was on my way again.

  By the time I had started running again, it took me almost no time at all to get back to the house. I climbed up that tree and sat on a sturdy branch and visualized myself back in that prison of a bedroom. I saw the room with my mind's eye, and felt myself sitting on a bed rather than a branch.

  I opened my eyes and the first thing that I saw was Brooke and Cliff standing in front of me. Brooke had her arms crossed and Cliff looked disappointed.

  My heart dropped and I felt bad for sneaking out. "Oh. Hi guys."

  "Did you have fun?" Brooke asked, glaring at me.

  I sighed. "I wasn't looking to have fun. I woke up in a strange room and I was locked inside. I felt like a caged animal and I had to get out. I didn't even know that I could go through walls, so you can't blame me for that. I mostly only discover new talents when I feel some extreme emotion—like desperation."

  "Don't you trust us?" Brooke asked, looking hurt. "Look at everything that I've done for you. Cliff has waited all of these years for you without ever even glancing at another girl. My parents have spent years watching over you while you grew up in a family of humans. You should trust us."

  "Don't be so hard on her," Cliff said. "She's been through a lot more than we have in a much shorter period of time."

  "It's no excuse, Cliff," she told him.

  "Brooke, you grew up knowing that you were a vampire," he said. "She just found out a couple of days ago. She's going through a more difficult transition that even I went through because she's the Sonnast. She wasn't exposed to blood one drop at a time like we were, she was exposed to a huge mess of it without any warning."

  Her face softened. "It's not like we're strangers, Alexis. You've known my family since you were little. We used to be like sisters and my parents were like second parents to you. You may not know it yet, but Cliff has nothing but the best of intentions for you. He would give his life for you in a second."

  Suddenly, I felt like crying. "I'm sorry. I don't know what to say."

  "Say that you'll trust us from here on out," she said.

  "Don't lock me up again like a common criminal."

  She sighed. "The future of our kingdom is beginning to look bleak."

  My lips quivered. "I'm sorry."


  "Brooke, you can't judge her future reign based on how she acts during her transition," Cliff said. "You know how crazy I went during mine and I am doing very well now."

  She tightened her already crossed arms. "You have a point, Cliff. I do remember what I went through too. It was bad enough that we had to move because she started to remember things. I couldn't control myself very well during my transition either."

  "She didn't go out there because she's ungrateful for anything that you've done," Cliff said. "Just remember that."

  "I'm going to go make some breakfast," Brooke said. "I'm sure I'll feel better after some cooking."

  I jumped as she slammed the door.

  "I really am sorry," I told Cliff.

  He walked over and put his hand on mine. "I know you are."

  "I really didn't know that I was going to go through that wall until after I did it," I said. "I had all kinds of pent up energy so I went for a run."

  He looked at my face and said, "A run? Is that all?"

  I looked down and didn't want to answer him.

  "You seem extremely calm, especially given all your exposure to all of that blood," he said. "I would think that you would still be going insane for blood."

  I couldn't look at him and I didn't want to tell him what I'd done, even though I had ridden the world of a murderous pig, who preyed upon defenseless girls and young women.

  He wiped underneath my chin with his hand and said, "It looks like you missed a spot." He showed me a little red spot on his finger.

  Without thinking, I licked the blood off his finger. "I ran into a man in some run down area who wanted to hurt me. I saw his thoughts, and he had murdered at least six or seven other girls. I rid the world of a piece of garbage."

  "At least you didn't go after an innocent person," he said. "We are here to help humanity, after all."

  "I didn't go after that man. He was going to kill me just like the other girls. I just gave him what he deserved. Actually, I gave him better than what he deserved because I didn't make him suffer. It was quick and nearly painless for him."

  "Are you sure it was just one person?" he asked.

  "Of course I am. Why don't you believe me?"

  "It's just that with all of the blood that you were exposed to your first time, it would take a lot to fill your craving," he said. "I've never seen anyone's eyes get that red before. It seems like it would take several villages to satisfy that kind of craving."

  "He was fat," I retorted. "I'm sure that he had a lot of blood going through that body of his."

  "We're going to have to work hard to make sure that you lose this craving," he said. "One of the benefits to slow exposure to blood is that the cravings are minimized greatly. You're going to end up craving that much blood again before too long. It would have been a lot easier to expose you drop by drop rather than to have you exposed like this. Now that you have actually fulfilled the desire, we're going to have to wean you, which is always harder than exposing."

  "Why do we need to minimize my cravings?" I asked. "Maybe I don't want them reduced. I'm a vampire; it's natural to crave blood."

  "We can't have you going on any killing sprees to get your fix," he told me. "Blood lust is a downfall, not a gift."

  "Give me some credit," I said. "I'm not going to go on a killing spree. I wouldn't mind ridding the world of more people like that guy."

  "It really is best that we don't go around killing people to get our blood fix," he said. "Those who do are the vampires who have given us a bad reputation."

  "Well then where exactly do you get your blood fix?"

  "Sometimes from blood banks," he said. "We also use human volunteers or even wildlife in a pinch."

  "Human volunteers?"

  "I'm sure that it sounds strange, but it does happen," he said. "Usually when a human discovers our secret and threatens to expose us, we give them two options, and volunteering blood is the more appealing choice. There are volunteers for a great many reasons, but that's the most common."

  "How often do you need the blood?" I asked.

  "For those of us who have our desire under control, it's not needed very often at all," he said.

  "Isn't it needed to survive?" I asked in shock.

  He shook his head. "No, it's not something that we need daily to survive. We use it for various functions and obviously it is enjoyable but it doesn't replace our blood or anything like that. Vampires who allow themselves to be consumed with it feel the need for it. It's like a drug."

  "I always thought that vampires needed it to survive."

  "You also thought that vampires were mythical," he pointed out. "There are a lot of misconceptions out there about us. It's similar to the mosquito. People think that they take human blood to survive, but it's used for reproductive purposes."

  "So we're basically mosquitoes?" I asked. "Do we need blood to reproduce too?"

  "No, we're not mosquitoes, and yes, reproduction is one of the purposes that we use blood for," he said. "We also use it for healing, some blessings, and obviously for enjoyment value. There are many uses and needs."

  ***

  The day at school went by in blur and I didn't care as much about my classes or grades. I was on some kind of high after my first feed.

  People were talking about my rush to leave the game, but it didn't sound like anyone had noticed my eyes or anything else unusual. They too were focused on the sight of the blood, but for entirely different reasons.

  Everyone was under the impression that I had become sick at the sight of the blood and had to leave.

  Except one person.

  As I was heading to my locker after eating a quick lunch, Tanner stopped in front of me. "Rumor has it that you were really grossed out by the sight of that blood," he said with a smirk on his face. "Apparently you ran out so fast to puke."

  "You did that on purpose. You're cruel. Those guys could have really gotten hurt."

  He laughed. "Those two are fine. Now I want to see you deny what you are."

  "What is it that you're trying to prove?" I asked.

  "We both know what you are," he said. "I can help you in ways that your friends won't…and can't."

  "What do you know about what my friends can and can't help me with?" I asked, glaring at him.

  He curled his lip. "Probably more than you do."

  "Where did you get this information that you think you have?" I asked.

  "I told you. I had a friend not too long ago who told me all that I needed to know about the topic."

  "Does your friend have a name?"

  "She does, but I'm not going to give you any information if you don't give me any," he said.

  "I think I gave you plenty of information yesterday at the game." I stared him down.

  "Your eyes are a lot less red than yesterday," he said. "I'm surprised that nobody else noticed, actually. But it was a lot of blood, so everyone had to look at that. Just like when you're driving down the road and there's a wreck."

  "If you aren't going to give me any names, then I am going to get going, Tanner. I don't have time for this. I don't feel like being late for my next class."

  "Let's meet up tonight so we can talk," he whispered, leaning close to me. "I know that your boyfriend is keeping tabs on you here at school. Why don't you sneak out around 11:30 tonight so we can meet on the football field?"

  "The football field doesn't sound like such a great hideout," I told him.

  "You got a better idea?" he asked.

  "Yeah I do, as a matter of fact," I told him. "Meet me at that field off Rochester Lane at eleven."

  "Don't be late," he said and walked away.

  "What was that all about?" Cliff asked from behind me.

  I turned around. "You startled me. I'm working to find out what he knows about vampires. He wants me to meet him tonight and I'm going to find out if he knows a Moretti vampire. He sounds pretty eager to talk to me."

  "It could be a set up," he said. "You should go,
but Brooke, Steve and I will be hiding nearby just in case we're needed. We'll have Rachel and Charles on back up too."

  "If you want," I said. "But I think he just wants to find out what I know."

  "I'm pretty sure he has some ulterior motive," he said. "I need to talk to him to see if I can read his mind. I want to find out what's really going on."

  "I can read his mind too," I snapped.

  "Are you still mad about this morning?"

  "Being treated like a criminal? Why would I be mad about that?"

  "Alexis, we were trying to protect you. We probably went about it the wrong way, but we had to do something."

  "You didn't have to do that," I said.

  I decided that I would handle Tanner on my own.

  ***

  When I got home from school, my mom was sitting at the kitchen table, and I could tell by the look on her face that she wanted to talk.

  I sighed and sat down across from her. "What's going on?"

  "Brooke's mom called me today," she said.

  My mind raced to think of what she might have called about. Certainly not about me going through a wall.

  She continued, "It seems that she remembers us discussing a foreign exchange student a few years ago. She says that they have one lined up, but due to some upcoming travels, they can't follow through. She wants to know if we would like to host the student."

  It all came back to me. A vampire pretending to be a foreign exchange student in order to keep a close eye on me at home. It wasn't bad enough to have Brooke's visions of me or Cliff's watchful eye a block away and at school. They wanted to add a home security system.

  "She said something about a foreign exchange student," I said. "I guess I wasn't paying too much attention."

  "I think that it might be a nice thing to do," she said.

  I tried not to laugh, imagining how differently she'd react if she knew that the student was a vampire.

  "What's so funny?" she demanded.

  I thought quickly. "You really want three teenage girls living in this house?"