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"Nate!"
Dookie's voice sounded distant. My head was pounding and I felt like I was going to throw up.
"Stop talking so loud!" I screamed, which only made my current pain worse.
"Nate, do you know how much you drank?" Dookie asked.
"Two." I said confidently.
"Nice try but it was six." Dookie said. "You drank the whole pack."
"I could actually go for some more..."
"No!" Morgan said. She sounded even more moody than usual. Damn hormones. "No more!"
"But you don't understand!" I said. "When I drank, I felt disconnected from him. And I like that feeling. I love that feeling even."
"Nate, you can't drink." Morgan said. "You'll get addicted."
I attempted to get up but ended up falling from dizziness and due to the fact that the camper was moving.
"I ain't gonna get addicted!" I said. "I'll be just fine."
Suddenly, I heard a loud gunshot. I saw a bullet hole in the very back of the camper and one in the window.
"Shit." Morgan said, stepping on the pedal. "Someone's fucking shooting at us!"
"Who the hell would be shooting at us?" Dookie asked.
Another gunshot erupted and I didn't see where it went. That concerned me and I now wished that I wasn't a hungover mess so that I could actually do something.
Let go...
I heard the words very faintly. They sounded like Dark.
Let go....
"Would you shut the fuck up?" I said, not realizing that I said it aloud until it was too late.
"Geez asshole." Dookie said.
"I was talking to Dark." I said. "He told me to let go."
No one had time to respond as three more gunshots came one after the other. And then that's when the camper stopped.
"They fucking shot the tires!" Morgan said. "We'll have to get out and run!"
"I don't know if I can." I said. "My head hurts so fucking bad."
"Nate, get your motherfucking ass up." Dookie said, pulling me off of the ground. "I will drag you if I have to."
"Ugh, fine." I said, stepping out of the camper and beginning to runs. No matter how much I wanted to look back, I didn't.

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Needless to say, getting out of Nate proved to be pretty easy. He was hungover and didn't really put up much of a fight. Though my control on him had slipped drastically and that displeases me quite a bit.
"Dark!" Dookie said, looking back and seeing me.
"That's right." I said. Nate looked at me and he looked extremely pissed. In the process, he saw who was shooting at him.
It was one of his prison buddies.
"Oh yes!" He said, pointing a gun right to Nate's head. In the time that everyone was stunned by me coming out, the shooter had managed to catch Nate where he (and I) wanted him. "I've captured Nate Smith! I'm going to get a huge reward for this!"
"Not if I can help it!" Morgan said, pushing Nate out of the way and narrowly missing getting shot in the head.
"You missed her asshole!" I shouted. "How could you miss?"
Dookie tackled the man and shouted at Nate for him to grab the gun. He did so, pointing it to my head.
"Oh no." I said, pretending to be scared. He couldn't kill me. I knew for a fact that she couldn't. "I'm so scared. Please don't shoot me."
He did indeed shoot me and I pretended to fall over and die.
"I can't believe it." Morgan said. "He's actually dead."
"We beat him." Dookie said happily. "Nate, you don't have to live with a demon inside you anymore!"
"Surprise motherfuckers!" I said, getting back up and scaring them. That caused them to take a few steps back out of pure fear.
"Woah dude." The man who tried to shoot Nate said. "You survived a gunshot to the head. That's pretty badass."
"You can go now." I sad, picking up the gun. "I'll handle them from here."
"But-"
And that's when I shot him.
I watched as the blood spilled out all over the ground. I quickly drank some of it, not wanting to give them an opportunity for them to strike.
"So Nate," I said happily, taking a few steps towards him. "I think it's about time that we settled our little conflict once and for all. I've always wanted to know what your blood tastes like. Does it taste good? Or does it taste foul? Let's find out, shall we?"
"You're not going to drink my blood Dark." Nate said, his hands turning into fists.
I revealed my fangs and smiled.
"Watch me!"
I dive straight for the neck but he managed to dodge me by jumping out of the way.
"I see you want to out up a fights."
I said happily. "Well, that's not good for you. You wanna know why? Because that only makes me hungrier."
He didn't heed my warnings and continued to run away from me. I took the skies and flew down on him, managing to pin him down and get his neck right where I wanted it to be.
He struggled as I held him down. And that's just what I wanted. I eagerly but into his skin and began to drink. His blood was the best blood that I've ever tasted in my entire life and I never wanted to stop drinking it.
That was my downfall.
I felt something sharp on my flesh for about a second. Then, everything around me was black.