I Just Want to be Loved *Completed*

When Brittany's mum get's remarried, she got a surprises when she finds out who her new step brothers are. When she starts living with one of them and his friends, and starts 'dating' one of them, she starts to question herself. Was her life to complicated? What's going to happen when her past catches up with her? Will Louis ever tell her his secret? Are one of the boys going to fall for her? What will Liam do when she becomes known as 'Mummy Direction'? And most importantly, will the boys be understanding about her past and help her in the future?


66. Mason

Please don't hate me.







When I woke up, I was laying on a couch in an unfamiliar room. It looked kind of Renaissance themed, and was really cool. (Picture to the side)

“Hello?” I called out as I sat up, but I laid back down again because my head started throbbing. Everything hurt, especially my neck and my mouth. It hurt more than when my wisdom teeth were growing. It felt like someone was stabbing my gums with dull knives.

“Owww,” I moaned and the man from the ally walked into the room holding what looked like a glass of red wine. (There's a picture of him to the side of the previous chapter)

“How are you feeling?” he asked as he crouched down by me and felt my forehead.

“Like death,” I said and the man chuckled.

“That is not that bad of a comparison.”

“What do you mean?”

“Technically, you are dead,” he said as if it was an everyday thing.


I killed you and turned you into a vampire.”


“Umm, I have explained everything to you,” he said slowly in his old fasion british accent.

“I’m a vampire?”

“Yes, and I must say, you are the first one I have made in quite a while so I may be a little out of practice with teaching you things.”

“What, so, let me get this straight. You’re a vampire.”


“And you made me drink your blood.”


“And then you killed me.”


“And now I’m a vampire.”


“What the fuck!”

“I thought you would be happy,” the boy said and he looked slightly hurt.

“When you said you could make things better, I didn’t think that you would be turning me into a fictional being.”

“Well, technically you are not fictional. Vampires are very much real.”

“Okay, now I’m pretty sure that either I’m dreaming or your drugged me.”

“Neither are correct.”

“So this is real?”


“How can I be sure?”

“I do not know,” he replied.

“Whatever,” I said and shrugged. “So, now that I’ve excepted my fate of being a vampire, what going to be different in life?”

“Well, it is going to be fairly similar.”

“How is it not going to be?”

“Obviously you are going to need to drink blood. You can drink from a blood bag most of the time, but at least once a week it is necassary to drink from the vain.”

“Of a person?” I asked. That kind of grossed me out.

“Yes, so I highly suggest you tell your best friend or something about you being a vampire so you can feed off of them.”

“Okay,” I said, and I mentally decided I would choose Meghan.

“You are able to go into the sun light, and you will age, but once you die of old age, you are back again and you are literally able to choose the age you want to be. It will just take one day for every year you want to change. But if you die of anything other than old age, say, a car crash or an illness, you are dead. But once you die of old age, you won’t get sick anymore, but you can still die from, well, a car crash and such.”

“Okay, I think I understand.”

“Do not worry. I will always be here if you need me.”

“Where is here?”

“We are right outside of the city.”

“Quick question that I should’ve asked a while ago.”


“What’s your name?

“I am Mason.”

“Nice to meet you Mason, I’m Brittany,” I said and I held out my hand for him to shake. “Is there anything else I need to know?”

“Well, if you ever kill a person, come tell me immediately and I will handle it.”


“And most of your emotions and feeling will be dulled down, but there are different ones for each vampire that heightened.”

“What’s yours?” I asked.

“Well, practically every vampire gets love, and you probably will, and I also have hunger, or the need to hunt and kill.”

“And that’s why you were going to kill me.”

“And also why I let you go when you would not put up a fight.”

“Am I going to be psychically colder than a human?

“It is highly unlikely.”

“What about, like, the inside of my body?”

“If you mean that, like, if you went to the doctors and they took blood, then no, you will not be any different.”

“And what about healing?”

“You will heal just the slightest bit quicker.”

“If I drink from a person, how often should I feed?”

“Every day if possible.”

“Will I be stronger and faster?”

“Just a little bit.”

“Will my body still function as normal?”

“As in will you sleep, go to the bathroom and get your month gift as women, yes.”

“Will I be attracted to blood?”

“Constantly, but as long as you keep yourself well fed, you should not be attacking any people.”

 “Will I be attracted to my own blood?”

“No, and I know why you want to know some of these questions.”

“And why’s that?” I asked.

“You want to know if you are still able to self harm.”

My eyes widened. “How did you know?”

“When you live to be as long as me, you are able to tell things.”

“And how old are you?”


“Holy shit.”

“Indeed," he said with a chuckle.

“Is that old for being a vampire?”

“Most lose their minds and kill themselves before they turn five hundred.”

“How many vampires are there?”

“Only a few thousand.”

“Are there any other creature that aren’t human?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Are there vampire hunters?”

“Do not be silly,” Mason said and laughed, “Of course not.”

“Okay, well, I think I’m out of questions.”

“Are you sure?”


“Okay, well, I brought you something to drink,” he said and handed me the wine glass he was holding, and I now assumed  that it wasn’t wine because I could smell the sweetness that sure wasn’t wine coming from it.

I brought the glass to my lips and I took a small sip, and I looked at Mason in shock.

“This tastes fucking awesome,” I told him and he chuckled.

“I know, and I can send you home with a few bags to keep you settled until you tell someone. Do you know why you are going to tell?”

“My best friend. Her name is Meghan.”

“Do you think she will understand?”

“Hopefully,” I said and then I thought of three very important questions. “Wait, will I show up in pictures?”


“Good, and am I able to eat normal food?”

“As long as you drink blood, you should be able too.”

“Okay, and do I have fangs?”

“What do you think that pain in your mouth is?” he asked and my eyes widened.

“Oh dear god,” I muttered.


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