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When Bella was small, vampires came into her life. Now she's older and there still in her life. But she needs to escape. Will she ever find happiness.

The guy in the banner is the actual guy who plays demetri in the film. He's...average.

3. Chapter III

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The first thing we did when Demetri left was have a bath. It was so nice, to feel clean again. There was no food in the house so we sat in our room.

"I can't believe you did that Bella! He could have killed you," said Tanya urgently.

"I hate him," I said.

"We all hate him but there's nothing we can do about it, we just have to get on with it and hope something turns up!" she snapped.

"Like a very large flamethrower" muttered Jessica.

"Not helpful Jess" said Gianna. Jess shrugged.

"Okay, I get the point" I said, as they gave me reproachful looks "I promise not to rock the boat again. Now, can we do something? I mean, he's not here, we can do stuff!" our version of stuff was scavenging things that would make our life better.

"I want to sleep," said Angela suddenly. We looked at her, the innocent one. She was unobtrusive, never grumbling, always doing what she was told. As far as I knew, I was the only human she'd spoken to since she came here. The others had simple accepted her as wallpaper.

"Go to sleep then" said Lauren impatiently. I scowled at her. Angela looked a bit...strange. Pale. With dark marks under her eyes.

"Angela? Are you alright?" I asked. Everyone looked at me, then at Angela.

"I'm fine. Just tired" she didn't look fine. I put a hand on her head. She was boiling. I was surprised you couldn't see the heat.

"Angela, your burning up" I said.

"I'm so cold," she muttered. Then she shook her head.

"I'm fine. I'll be fine" then, as the words left her mouth, she fainted. All eyes widened. We scooped her up and placed her in her bunk, with her sheets over her.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked. I was worried for my friend.

"She'll be fine Bella. She's not used to this yet. She'll recover. She‘s probably just playing for attention" said Lauren, sounding contemptuous. I leapt at her.

"You cow! Angela is sick and your still thinking about your spoilt stuck up self! We should be caring for her! You don't care about anyone but yourself!" I slapped at her and she tried to scratch me. The others grabbed us and prized us apart.

"Stop it both of you," ordered Tanya "Bella's right. We should be looking after Angela, but for that, we need to work together. Not fighting!" Lauren and I were still glaring at each other.

"Also, if Demetri gets back and finds you've been arguing, you're for it. We really need to concentrate on Angela before she gets really bad and..." Gianna trailed off. We remembered the last girl who had got sick. She was here before Lauren arrived.

Her name was Danielle. She got sick; a fever wouldn't eat, slept all the time. Then one day, she threw up. But it was blood. Demetri came upstairs to find her writhing in pain. He could have saved her. He didn't attack her or anything. He just laughed. Then he removed her when she'd stopped. I saw her looking at the ceiling without seeing as she left. She'd still been alive but he didn't bring her back. He didn't even help her. We heard cries that night, cries of agony and torment. The next day, a van arrived. Demetri went into the cellar and came out with a shapeless object, covered by a cloth.

But I saw as he placed it on a trolley. The cloth snagged and her pale, lifeless hand was revealed. Demetri may not have murdered her, but he let her die which is just as bad. If Angela didn't get better, we'd lose her too. She needed to recover before he returned, or he might decide to remove her before we got sick too. She had to recover. She just had too.