The Vampire.

Vampires are fake, right? Wrong. A vampire constantly follows me; but once I see the light, the darkness gets a bit more swallowed. But the dark always exists there; and with dark, comes trouble. I'm still scared to death, of course. I'm not going to fall in love with a vampire..or I'll try not to. I love him. I know I do. I think I do. I guess I do. He still scares me. And with love, comes struggle. Leading up to love? That's even worse. Vampire or not, I love him. "I'm trouble." "I know."


18. Chapter Twelve.

I wake up on the sofa; in a living room that’s not mine. I sit up slowly, and glance around. It’s simple; white walls, and light brown furniture.

“Hello?!” I call loudly. Harry walks into the living room.

“Oh, Hi. I brought you here because you fell asleep outside and it started raining. You were soaked,” He pauses, and I glance down at my clothes. I’m wearing one of his shirts, and it reaches mid thigh. And that’s all. “So I had to change your clothes.” He finishes.

“Y-You changed me?” I stutter. He simply nods, and then there’s a knock on the door. He gets up and opens it, and Heather rushes in, pulling me into a hug.

“Are you okay?!” She screams frantically. I huff.

“Heather, I’m 18. Not 5.”

“Harry, don’t come near her. Don’t touch her. Don’t look at her. Don’t kiss her. Don’t even look at pictures of her. You’re bad news; and we both know it.” She glares at Harry, and her fangs sink out. Along with his.

“Guys! Guuyyys!” I shout at them.

“Just-Let’s go, Heather.” I grab her arm, and drag her out of the house. We walk down the sidewalk, and a gust of wind blows by, blowing the long shirt behind me.

“You could’ve been hurt.” Heather finally says, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, and if I would’ve stayed outside, I could’ve got pneumonia and died.” I reply.

“He’s no good for you.”

“Would you make up your mind?! Does he love me, or is he bad for me?! Because I think I love him!” After I manage the last part, my hand shoots up to my mouth.

“I know. It’s part of his trick.”

“I hate it when you do this!”

“Do what?!”

“Treat me like I’m 5! Number one, I’m 18. Number two, I’m a vampire!”

“I don’t care if you’re a vampire, a witch, a fairy, or even an angel! I’m protecting you!”

“From the person I love!?”

“I don’t care what you say! You’re not seeing him; and that’s that!”

“That’s not that! I LOVE HIM!”

“Stop lying to yourself.”

“Why can’t you be happy for me!? Why are you being like this?!”

“I’m protecting you!”

“Protecting me from what?! Someone I love?!”

“Someone who’s not good for you!”

“How do you know?!”

“He’s just not!”

“WHATEVER!” I scream finally, running away from Heather. I walk into an alley, and press my back to the brick wall, tears streaming down my face.

“Ahh, what do we have here. Harry’s girl?”

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