I sat in the passenger seat of Rhys's car as he drove me home from the hospital, staring at my broken glasses. Still unable to believe that I'm able to look at the minute cracks in them, in detail, without any sort of visual assistance.

Back at the hospital, when I felt the pain tearing through my skull, I involuntarily ripped the glasses off my head to stop it. Which caused it to subsided immediately.

However, I ripped them off with such force that they hit the floor; bounced all the way to the ceiling and finally coming to rest on the ground, with the lenses shattered. They are now completely useless.

Not that it mattered anymore. As it appears that vampire bites can now cure the genetic deformity I got from my parents that caused me to need glasses to see in the first place.

I went from being almost legally blind to having better than 20/20 vision within a 36 hour nap.

Rhys looked over at me while we were cruising down the highway. He attempted to start a conversation to distract me from the thoughts of all the revelations that kept appearing since the attack. "You know that the vampire that attacked you was caught shortly after." He informed me. That successfully pulled my attention into the present.

Unlike most vampires who made lots of money from selling their healing abilities, Rhys worked in the Vampire Division of the Police Force. Which is why he had all the details pertaining to my attack.

It's only a small division because vampire crime is very low. Occasionally it's needed when disputes break out or violence directed at, or started by, a vampire occurs. They're still basically human and as such, still have a temper.

He still used his ability to heal, but he only helped people that were truly in need of it, regardless of how rich they were.

My attention was pulled back to the present again. "He was found passed out in a ditch not far from where you were found with your blood still fresh on his chin." Rhys continued, "When he woke up, he claimed to have no memory of the past two days. Those that know him backed that up, saying they hadn't seen him."

"He has requested a chance to give you a formal apology. I think he's hoping you won't press charges." he continued "But if you want to press charges then remember that there is nothing he can do to stop you. No matter what he says."

I sat there in silence for a minute trying to absorb the information. "So he conveniently "Doesn't remember snacking on me" and putting me in the damn hospital for a day and a half - I used air quotes to make my point - But he wants to offer an apology so I let him off the hook?" Rhys's smirked at my rhetorical question.

"I'll hear his apology, but I make absolutely no promises that I'm just going to let this slide." I was already kind of looking forward to the confrontation, I decided.

"No doubt you'll be summoned to the police station in a couple of days to give a formal statement and hear what he has to say. You can press charges then if you like." Rhys's said, matter of factly. Sometimes it was handy having a brother in law enforcement with an inside look on police business.

I looked up for the first time during the entire car ride home and realized that we were two streets away from home and all the commotion Mum and my sister, Rose, were going to create.

"Be brave." Rhys said, knowing I hated being the center of attention. "Remember that they're worried about you because they love you."

I nodded. Knowing that he was right but still unable to stop myself from trying to figure out how I was going to get out of all the questions and unnecessary smothering.

Don't get me wrong. I love my family very much. But when I broke my arm in second grade my mother wouldn't give me any breathing room and I liked my personal space and privacy. I'm honestly scared to think what she's going to do now.

To put a little background on my parents over protectiveness. My older sister Rose, who's now 24, was born with cystic fibrosis. This meant she has been housebound for most of her life.

Then, Rose met Rhys. Rhys offered to help my sister's condition when they were still teenagers. Ten years later and not only is my sister a fully functioning, normal adult now, but the two are married and so in love it makes me feel sick at times.

As we pulled up into our driveway I spotted a familiar flash of brightly colored hair. Purple hair this time, in an ever changing rainbow; in a pixie cut. Hair that belonged to my best friend since the beginning of high school, Leah Cox.

I suddenly remembered that I had been on my way home from Leah's place when I was attack and I thanked whichever deity was watching that I had an excuse to disappear into my room with Leah now.

I opened the front door and braced myself as I stepped inside. I got one step into the house before I found my face full of blond hair and Rose's arms around me, hugging me tightly.

"I was so scared." She sobbed into my shoulder. "We didn't know when or if you would wake up" She continued in a voice broken by sobs.

I put my arms around her comfortingly and spoke to her softly "I'm ok, I promise. In fact I'm better then ever." I said, lifting my arm from around her shoulder and tapping the side of my eyes where my glasses use to sit to prove my point.

I don't like people being to close to me or physical contact in general. But Rose will always be an exception to this rule. Because of her cystic fibrosis, we spent a lot of time together when we were younger. We developed a much stronger bond then most siblings. She is one of the only people I would give my life for and one of three that is allowed to hug me whenever and wherever they like.

The other two being Mum and if I'm feeling generous, Leah.

As I was trying to calm Rose down, I looked into the kitchen and saw Mum and Leah sitting patiently at the table. Mum rarely left her granny flat out the back these days due to her arthritis.

Rhys followed me inside while slowly and gently attempting to detach his wife from me. He mostly succeeded.

Once I was free and Rhys had taken over Rose duty, I made my way into the dining room and gave Mum a massive hug.

She looked me up and down, apparently satisfied that I was indeed healthy and this hospital scare was behind us.

"Please don't do that again" Mum said in her I'm worried and cross because I'm worried voice. "I don't know what I would have done if we had lost you."

I smiled at my mother; she still hadn't fully recovered from the loss of my father to cancer six years ago. I reassured her. "I'm perfectly ok. Sure it was a shitty thing to happen, but at least I can see now."

I tried to put on my most convincing smile for her while I thought about where I could buy some new glasses to hide behind. I mentioned that I don't like my eyes, didn't I?

Leah watched the exchange in silence, a guilty look on her face. Which honestly worried me because normally the two of us were known as the sassy duo that had a comeback for everything.

"Hi Vi." she said, looking at the floor and not at me. "I'm so sorry!" She blurted out before she too, burst into sobs. Which is something I've never ever seen before.

"This is why I was dreading coming home." I thought to myself as I went around to the other side of the table to hug Leah.

Just like Rose, Leah grabbed me in a tight hug and sobbed into my shoulder "I'm so sorry I let you go home alone!" Before repeating "I'm sorry!" a couple more times.

I had to stop myself from getting angry at her because she blamed herself for something that was completely and irrevocably out of her control. However, she is my best friend and obviously scared, so I just held her until she calmed down. How did it happen that I'm the one doing the calming?

Once the sobs had subsided, I grabbed her shoulders gently and moved her away to an arms length without letting go.

I looked directly into her soft blue eyes "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. If you had walked me home there simply would have been two victims instead of one." I tried to be adamant but gentle, willing her to understand that she was in no way at fault.

"Yes, but if that had of happened to me as well then Jake would have beat the shit out of that vamp!" Leah blurted.

I laughed out loud while Leah cracked a smile, me still holding onto her shoulder at arms length. We both knew that Leah's boyfriend, Jake, was a massive teddy bear who couldn't fight to save his life despite all of his big talk.

"That's ok." I said, still laughing a bit. "At least he won't bruise his own ego."

Now that Leah was calm and starting to smile I let her go and sat down next to her. Rhys and Rose came into the kitchen carrying coffee for themselves, Rhys handed me a cup. Leah and Mum already had a cup each in front of them.

Once everyone was settled at the table and the situation regarding the perpetrator had been explained to everyone, Rose asked me what I planned to do about it.

"Rip him a new one!" Leah answered for me in customary Australian slang.

I laughed and said "I guess we'll see in a couple of days time." Everyone at the table agreed with me in chuckles.

The idle banter about the event of almost two days ago as well as the amazement of me being able to suddenly see, lasted until the early evening when Rose declared she was going to take Leah home.

Leah complained and obviously wanted to stay the night but I was glad Rose understood me well enough to know I just wanted to collapse by myself.

Which shortly after I did just that. I nestled down into the delicious comfort of my own pyjamas and bed; customary body wiggle and all, before being -quite rapidly - pulled into the world of sleep.

It was funny though. I could have sworn I wasn't this tired when I laid down...