Freda’s POVThe words I heard from those minutes before I was unconscious haunted me for the rest of the day. Not just the day but for the rest of the week, I requested that I be treated from home and there were little exercises that I was able to do at home. I was able to do some physical therapy from the house but I couldn't do it when my mind wandered far from the reality I have ever known. It's been three days and I haven't left my room. I have been here trying to think through what I have heard and what I know. The little evidence that has done nothing but stare at my face right this instant. There was peace knowing that I wasn't just in my head,I was not making things up or trying to get her attention, it was real. The fictional world was indeed very real and even if there was nothing you could prove but their words were enough evidence for me. I did not speak to anyone until Alfred came back and if nobody wanted to tell me the truth, it was best they stayed away from me. Kal

Freda’s POVI refused to believe it. "So you're telling me that I am now one of you.""Well, not technically but yeah. You are one of us." I felt the loss of air in between my lungs. I held my chest, as I continued heaving. Nothing was going to help me out here, not that I chose this kind of life, I was forced into this life and now there was nothing I could do to ensure I get out. "What do you mean by not technically?" I forced my words. "You went into V-Fib. Your heartbeat was not strong to ensure that you were warm. The doctors tried everything, while still in that state. There was nothing that we could do, it was two things, it was either they called your time of death or try to get you warm enough to put you in a coma. I had no option than to bite you and when I did that…" he paused, rubbing his face with his arms. If it was like this for me, I do not know what it would be like for him to see me in that state. "When I did that, when I bit you, you died. You were completely f

Alfred’s POVStill trying to think about it, there were several ways that transformation may occur. It was like poison, whichever one chooses to be with you, you just stick by it. As far as I was aware, I didn't know how to approach Freda with all of this. It was bad enough that she wasn't talking to me or anyone in the mansion, I just wanted to keep my distance.The same thing has been recurring for a few nights now. Each time I stayed close to her door, she was either crying or coughing. There was no greater way to put it, she was having trouble sleeping, and yet I still did not know how to help out when all she wanted was to stay away from me. It was difficult for me because I have not had this experience with humans. I always knew what to say to people, people who already knew what kind of life we were living. We tried to not get into a lot of hard trouble because speaking to the police could be a lot of work. The conversation between Kale and I was still very clear in my head.

Freda’s POVI couldn't sleep throughout the night. It had been a week plus since I completely shut Alfred out. In the midst of that, I was going to speak to him after the long haul of my emotions being mixed with lots of silence and depression. I am not prepared to face him but if I wanted my plan to work, it would be best that I did what was necessary, no matter what. He had no right to hold me hostage, I refused to settle for confinement when I had done nothing wrong.It was a good thing that my mind was occupied, it helped with the nightmares, and for the first time in days, I didn't hear any form of whispering that jolted me from my brief sleep. What was ahead of me was greater than any form of pain, it was fear enveloping me in all the ways. What would he say?Would he punish me?Is he just going to leave me to my life and how I wanted to rearrange it?Was he going to yell at me? What was my plan even after I left here? What am I going to do to survive out there in the world th

Alfred’s POV I couldn't remember the last time I was visited by silence. It was like a wave from the deep sea, wiping the earth clean from whatever it carried. I have to be supportive, that's what I have been telling myself but I stood by not letting her go.There was no way around it, if I do not let her go, things might get worse. We might never be able to move away from this phase, where she felt stuck. She felt st k in this house and with all that was going on, I too, would find it difficult to move on.After the kiss, she was all I could think about. Thinking about her gave me only questions, I was finding it difficult to find the answers to. There was only one way to find out but I was not ready to face the underlying truth. I did not want to keep her hostage or anything any longer. I approached the whole thing in the wrong way but there was no going back now. Before she left, I wanted us to have breakfast together. This was the first time I was doing such a thing but if we we