Finally, I found their destination. I walked through all the doors in the motel, and finally I could hear Song in one of them.
I heard her call my name.
"I'm coming..."
I whispered, then slammed the door down. Thankfully, there was a fireplace right behind Lance. Lance will die once and for all.
"No..."
I said to myself as I saw the scene before me.
Lance had bit her.
Angry I went for the two, having more strength then usual from my anger, and ripping Lance off of Song. He landed in the large fireplace.
Usually, if a vampire immediately lets go of a human after biting, like Lance just did from me attacking, the human becomes a vampire. I'd have to heal her before she became one.
I went next to Song on the bed, and licked her wound clean from her kneck. After I healed her, I looked back at Lance, who was dead.
"I'd ask if you were alright like I usually do, but I doubt your fine..."
I said, pulling her into my chest just in case she was still frightened.

Edward had saved me. He had licked my neck. Damn, that had felt good. But it didn't matter. He had a ew questions to answer before I could trust him again. Feeling more calm than I should have been- I had just been bitten by a vampire, after all-I pulled away from him. ''What...'' I could hardly dare to say it. ''What are you?'' If he was really... one of those, those things, I didn't know what I would do.

She rejected my embrace, but I wasn't surprised.
"I..." I sighed. I couldn't hide this. "I'm what Lance is. But not as evil. A... A vampire."
My voice was shaky. I haven't talked like this in a while.
"I saved you Song."
I said pleadingly. "You think that was all for show?"
I didn't want her to think I was a monster. I wanted her to think I was a hero, like before.

I frowned. Not knowing how to answer.
I refused to lie.
But how could I say the truth...
"Song... How else have I lived? Without drinking blood?"
That was my way of saying 'yes'.

At least she wasn't rejecting me. At least she wasn't telling me to get away.
But, the questions were still a little hard to answer. I always felt ashamed when I thought - or, now talked - about how many I've killed.
Or how old I really was.
"I'm...  over one hundred years old."
I started with a gulp.
"But, I didn't lie to you about my age before. I am truly stuck on age 23."

I stared at where Lance's body used to be in the fire place. It was in crisps by now.
"He did it. We used to be friends and..." I looked back at her, sadly. Telling her all of this completely ruined the chance of her trusting me. "He did it." I repeated quietly.

This wasn't the best time to, but I couldn't help but do a small laugh.
"Who would ask to be something like me, Song? I'm..." I couldn't think of any other words. "No one would willingly be a monster."