->Tom's POV<-

The look on Matt's face was a mixture of fear and confusion. I'm guessing that he didn't expect not being able to see himself. That also means that he has some memory.

He looked up at us, hands trembling. He was looking to us for answers, like he usually would. I'll be honest, I wanted to hug the guy, tell him it was ok and we could still help him. But the risk of him biting was too high, and I kept my arms to my sides. No use in hugging him anyway. He was probably still scared of me, anyway.

"It's ok, Matt. It's a vampire thing," Tom explained, the ginger still looking rather confused.

He just kept staring at his mirror, hoping that it wasn't real, that he was simply dreaming. That was literally what his face looked like. At least he remembers his fascination with his own reflection.

He let the mirror slip from his hand and crash to the floor.

->Matt's POV<-

I wanted to scream. I always wanted to see how I really looked, other than other vampires telling me what I looked like. A handsome devil that any Vampire woman would dream of. I couldn't live up to my own standards if I didn't know what I looked like in my own eyes.

The crash of the mirror on the floor was deafening, but I didn't move. Why? Tom told me it was a Vampire thing, but it just made me hate myself more. First I attack my friends, then I get a brutal reminder that I'm no longer human.

The blood began to spill from my eyes, and I fell to my knees. I hated this. I wanted my humanity back. I wanted to be with my friends and live in peace with them without having to live in fear of sunlight, wooden stakes, or drinking away their life. With Edd.

"I'm... sor... ryyy..." I slurred out, some of the few words I've ever remembered speaking. With no memories of these people I knew were my friends, I knew that it was only a matter of time before they rejected me. That word, 'rejection', felt worse than any wooden stake. Worse than death. Then again, are Vampires even considered alive?

What I didn't expect was the weight and tight embrace that enveloped me seconds later. My eyes widened as I realized who was holding me. Edd.

"Stop. None of this is your fault. You didn't want to become a Vampire," he soothed, and I felt color rise on my cheeks. What is this that I'm feeling?

Tom didn't try to stop him, knowing it would be useless to pull Edd off now. He just stared at the two of us, 'eyes' narrowed. He was just making sure I didn't bite Edd, but I could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to comfort me too.

After a few moments, Edd pulled away from me, smiling at me softly. I wiped the blood off my cheeks. These people cared for me, even if I were a Vampire, attacked them and could barely remember who they were.

That's some dedication.

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