Everyone was frozen with fear. They all saw what happened to Lyndsay and they didn't want to be next.
But, as Jerry was taking the cash out of the register, Lyndsay began to move. As unbelievable as it seemed, she appeared to be still alive. Slowly, she stood up. Blood from the gunshot wound stained her waitress uniform and her hair was a mess.
"What the hell?" the nervous robber said, seeing that Lyndsay wasn't dead, when she should have been.
"Lyndsay, you're okay," Dawn said, relieved. But her relief was short-lived.
Lyndsay looked directly at the man with the gun and snarled. Then she bared her teeth, showing that she now had fangs. And in nearly a blink of an eye, she leapt across the room and latched onto the robber, sinking her teeth deep into his neck. Blood poured down his shirt and onto the floor.
Whereas the people's fear kept them frozen before, now their fear made them get up and run away. Lyndsay saw them try to leave and dropped the robber's lifeless body to the floor, onto a puddle of his own blood. She looked at Dawn and the others and snarled. The robber's blood dripped from her lips.
"My god, she's a vampire," Dawn said.
"There's no such thing," Bobby said, although the evidence was obviously to the contrary.
Lyndsay slowly approached them, sniffing the air as she did.
"Lyndsay, it's me. Dawn. Are you still in there?"
She snarled again. Then, in a raspy voice, she said "I'm still here." She bared her teeth again. Blood and saliva dripped from her fangs. "I'm so thirsty."
