Cecilia sat by herself in the library, reading through one of the journals that she had found. She was trying to calm her nerves and not bring attention to herself. Her mind was racing with questions. 

　　If Jonathon had given her blood, why wasn't she a vampire already? But she had slept for five days solid, maybe she is a vampire and just hadn't realized it yet? Why wasn't she at least starving, or craving blood? Wasn't that how it worked?

　　"Well, something is ...