The Runaway

Chapter 34

"Impossible." Em stepped back in shock of it. "It can't be." It was a sight all too familiar to them. Violet reacted to the blood with fangs at each corner of her lips and relief across her face.

There was a look of hurt on Colton as he kept his gaze on the girl he tried to protect. What he was seeing couldn't be real. Why her? How did it happen? He let go of the empty bag and moved closer to her when she started to return to her senses.

Violet blinked her eyes to see everyone's concerned expressions. "What was that?" Her voice came out croaky. Without an answer, they just continued staring. Her eyes met Colton's and then dropped to the floor at the clear blood bag. She widened her eyes at it. Shaking, she brushed a finger to her lips. Blood. The color drained from her face as realization settled in. She shook her head in disbelief. "No, it can't be." But she gulped, knowing it was true. The way her body felt satisfied in a way she had never experienced before and the look on everyone's faces confirmed it. "Who did this to me?" she whispered, feeling a lump in her throat. "Was it you?"

"No," Colton said softly.

"Then who did?"

"I don't know."

"Call Phoebe," she demanded. She needed answers. Was it a prank? Were they messing with her? Maybe it was Phoebe...

He glanced at the others and ordered them to call Phoebe immediately. He gritted his teeth, trying to contain the rage bubbling from within. It had to be Phoebe. Aiden handed Colton his phone which was now on speaker. Everybody stayed silent during the first three rings before someone answered.

"Hello?"

Angrily, Colton spit out his question. "Was it you?"

"What's the problem?" Phoebe asked, ignoring his tone.

He continued, "You turned her didn't you?"

"Who?"

"Don't act stupid. Out of all of us, Violet's the only one you didn't ruin yet. It makes perfect sense that you'd do it eventually." He scoffed. "Was it yesterday? Yeah, it probably was. You psychotic bitch."

There was a pause before laughter emerged from the phone. "You think I did something to her? Accusing me like this..." A snicker. "What did I supposedly do?"

"Violet's a vampire," Em said. "You turned her."

The word echoed through Violet's ears on repeat. Vampire. She remained on the floor not knowing how to react.

"I didn't turn her." Phoebe's voice was serious now.

"Who else would've done this?" Colton cut in. His face was growing red while he tried taking deep breaths. The anger was rising but he was fighting it.

"Have you checked her blood? Maybe The Silvers finally figured out the solution and injected it in her while she was captured," she suggested. "You never know."

They all exchanged a look of panic. If The Silvers were behind it, they were in big trouble. Violet shot her eyes at Colton and whispered, "Cut my finger."

He was uncertain if he should do it at first but after realizing it was just going to be a little cut, he pulled out a dagger from the hunting bag. Everybody paused and waited to see the answer to the question they were dying to know. As gently as he could, Colton pierced the tip of the dagger into her index finger. A single droplet of blood oozed out in the color of dark red. Violet didn't know if she should feel relief or not. No matter the color of her blood, she had still turned.