It was coming. Soon. Rachel knew it happened after every nightmare. The demon would break out from her like a fire, a plague, but she couldn't let anyone see it. This was her pain, this was her torment. Her body ached with it. If she had worked harder this last time, it wouldn't have been so powerful, so painful.

She was huddled in a ball, the bath room door locked. The key shoved under the door and to the opposite end of the bed room floor where it ended with a clink. She wasn't getting out. This was why she chose an inner bath room. No window, strong door. She had already reinforced it. The monster wasn't getting out.

Holding her head she hit the back of the tiled wall with her skull. The screams were getting louder. The beast was coming. This wasn't what she wanted Gabriel to see. Shifting tighter into a ball she started to growl. The air was growing more feral.

Eyes peeked up from over her knees as they burned a blazing red. The monster. The vampire she hated to be. This wasn't what she wanted anyone to see. She just wanted to be a human. So she posed as one. She just wanted to be human.

Rachel was sitting back in the bathroom. Now windows, no opening, she was shaking. The thrist for blood driving her mad. Shaking her head over and over she pushed back the screams rushing through her head. Her own screams. Whimpering she held her head with one of her hands she brought the other one to her lips and clamped her fangs over it.

Blood dripping down her throat she growled. This blood wouldn't do it. The screams were just getting louder with the memory her blood provided. Shaking her head she felt like she was going to get sick, but she wasn't. She was reliving it. Reliving it all.

"Svp ! Non ! Pas !" Rachel was wearing a rather midieval gown as she gasped. She was trying to push a man off of her as he towered over her. He was smirking darkly, fangs glimoring in the night.

His lips parted as he dark voice came out errily calm," Fermez-vous petite putain." Hand was gripping at her arm as the other one was brushing over her neck tenderly, pushing away her hair.

Tears were in the much younger Rachel as she screamed and sobbed for help. A hand was cupped out over her mouth, but her screams still shattered through. There was a moment where everything went dark, she was still thrashing and screaming before she was in someone's arms, weak, dying. The french woman was drained.

"Benjamin, save her... Give her the drink." A man, she couldn't see who. Another man was standing over her, holding out his wrist? She then tasted something, blood, she couldn't stop herself she saught after that taste as she drank slowly. More and more blood filled her gut. She was one of them now.

Rachel was now colapsed on the bathroom floor as that memory replayed in her head. Tears of blood were streaming down her face. Blood was dripping from her hands as she swallowed. Eyes were closed as she swallowed softly. There was even a crimson streak running from the corner of her mouth. Fangs exposed slightly as she whispered," Gabriel... Gabriel... Please... I need you..."

The vampire was pleading for him. He had been the only one who had cared for her. Kept her safe, even the ones who had kept her "alive" used her then tried to despose of her. Fear was in her heart about letting him so close. She didn't want him to go. She didn't want him to leave too.

Finger twitched slightly. Rachel was weak. Very weak... She needed blood.

The whistle... Where had it come from..? She couldn't see or think she was so lost and confused. Looking up at Gabriel as she watched him scoop her into his arms she soon felt the blood trailing down her throat. Closing her eyes more tears of blood fell down her cheeks.

"Merci mon amour. Merci Gabriel. Je ne vais pas vous laisser. Je ne veux pas aller." Then she drank slowly. Taking up every drop he was willing to offer. Her hands were still shaking as she gripped to his shirt lightly. Eyes closed she kept her thirst under control. Drinking slowly, softly.