Vampires - The story of Billee.

I woke up with a sharp pain in my head, the rest of my body was numb. "Billie?" I attempted to call out for him, but it was just a whimper. I shifted my body so I was sitting up. I couldn't see a thing. The room was pitch black. I wasn't with my family anymore. I wasn't tied to a chair next to billie. Was I dead? Is this what death was?

Then a light flickered on and he was there. Manson. Manson and someone else. Somebody I hadn't seen before. She was tall and slim, but she had alot of muscle for a woman. Her hair was long and flowing, and it was the darkest black you could imagine. The same went for her eyes, they were a dark piercing black.
"Well hello there, your finally awake. What's up?" Manson said, almost cheerfully. He was evidently still taking joy in torturing everybody.
"Same situation." I muttered to myself.
"Ah. See thats where your wrong Gerard. You remember that room you were in don't you? Well your family are gone from there. Look around. Your in that room. Except its just me, you and my companion here." I glared at him. Could he get any more evil? What was his problem?

His "companion" Walked over and sat infont of me, staring deep into my eyes. It was almost as if she was looking down into my soul.
"My name is Calamity." What a strange name she had. I wasn't about to ask her why though. She looked up at the clock almost anxiously. 11:45. God knows if it was Am or Pm though.
"Do I have to do this? He looks so innocent..." She said getting up and turning to manson.
"I could easily get one of your brothers or sisters to do it...." He spat.
".... Don't tell me your to pathetic to do a simple task. It's vampire to werewolf, how hard could that be?" He said his voice getting more and more whisper like.
"Im still here you know! Tell me whats going on!!!!!" I screamed.
"Fine. Your either going to become a werewolf or a hybrid. Ok?" I was expecting either a lecture or an argument. I think I would have preferred a lecture. I was guessing Calamity was a werewolf. Come to think of it Calamity was a pretty werewolf-ish name.

Then the clock chimed 12, and the moon shone through a window I hadn't even noticed. All hell broke loose at that point.