I withdrew my hand immediately and stepped back. "Doesn't she recognize me?"
"She's turning, Derek. She's too consumed by the process." My father was speaking from behind me. I was about to turn around to face him, but to my shock, Vivienne lunged for me, her hands gripping my neck, ready to take a bite. I knew how to take her down, knew what I had to do in order to kill her, but I couldn't do it. She was too precious to me. I shut my eyes as she bared her fangs at me. I had no doubt in my mind that I was about to meet my end by my sister's hands.
To my surprise, my father pulled her away from me and threw her right back onto the bed. Vivienne glared at him with a look that was not her own—beastly, menacing, fearsome—nothing like the serene and docile young innocent my sister used to be.
"How could you do this?" I spat at my father as he held me down on the ground. "How could you do this to your own children?"
