The Protector

Emily-Rose Martin. She lost her father when she was fifteen. She lost her mother to acohol. She moved from California to Florida. Living with an abusive mother in a new place is hard. When she wants to end it, will someone be there for her? ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Louis Tomlinson. He was born in the year of 1649. He died in 1667 when he was bitten. Unlike most vampires, he was able to survive as a normal human, on regular food. He protects intsead of killing. Will he be the one to protect Emily? ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Inspired by [instagram user] @larry_the_bromance ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Copyright © All rights reserved. @u_dont_kno_meh [wattpad and movellas]


1. Chapter One

Emily's POV...

I walked home in the boiling heat. I saw everyone's happy faces as I walked through the streets. My mom and I moved here to escape the memories of my past. Of my father's death. My mom became an alcoholic because of it. I hate it. I hate everything. All I want is my dad. I sigh as I reach my house. Quietly, I sit on the porch and look around. So calm and nice and tranquil. If only my life was like that. Slowly and reluctantly, I get up and go inside my house.

"Mom?! Mom, I'm home!" No reply. Great, she's drunk off her ass and asleep. I walked up the stairs to my room and sat on my bed getting my homework out. As soon as I finished, it was seven. Well, that's nice. Three hours of homework. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth when I saw a razor blade. 'It helps me. All my stress is gone.' My friend back in Cali said that to me. I hesitantly picked up the blade and brought it up to my wrist. I took a deep breath and let the razor cut my skin. Blood as red as holly berries streamed from the cut I regret making. I found a towel, cleaned my cut, and wrapped it up. "Nice going, Em. Just go to bed." I said to myself.

Louis's POV…

I watched as she trudged home and as she cut herself. Her waist-length [brown] ombrè hair was pulled into a braid, her blue-grey eyes, her olive tone skin was flawless, her nose was small but cute, she had elegantly shaped eyebrows, her pink full lips, her perfect body, she was gorgeous. Wow, Lou. I shook my head and flew into her room. Gently, I grabbed her wrist and removed the bandage. The cut was deep and red around it. I kissed the cut before putting pressure on it with two of my fingers. I took a deep breath and let it out before I let go of her wrist. Her eyes fluttered when she opened them and looked me in the eye. Her eyes widen and I put on a hand on her mouth when she opened it.

"Shh. We don't want to wake your mum." Slowly, I took my hand off her mouth as she sat up.

"W-Who are you?"

"I'm your protector, Emily." She stood up and backed away from me slowly. I reached out my hand and grabbed her arm gently. I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her hoping to calm her down. I felt Emily calm down in my arms and wrap hers around me. I rubbed her back as she tried to slow her breathing. "I'm here to protect you. When you need me, call for me. I have to go though. Until next time, Emily." I kissed her temple as I pulled back.

"Goodbye." She said. I laid her in her bed and pulled her sheets on her before walking to the window. I looked back once more before jumping down. Quickly, I ran to the shadows where I could watch over her.

Emily's POV...

I woke up and looked out my window. I saw the sun rising. A sigh escaped my lips as I stood so I could shower. Before I had the chance to grab my clothes, my drunk ass mother barged in with a bottle of beer in hand.

"Get out of bed you lazy whore!" She shouted at me.

"I'm going to shower." I said calmly.

"Good. You smell like shit and look like you haven't showered in weeks!" She said before walking downstairs. I grabbed my clothes, went to the bathroom, turned on the water, closed and locked the door, and stripped down. I stepped in to be greeted by warm water. I couldn't get him out of my mind. His ice blue eyes, handsome features, bedhead brown hair, nicely tanned skin, toned body. He said he was my protector. What would he be protecting me from? My mother who is always drunk as hell? Too late. Still. At least someone cares about me. I wrinsed off all the soap and stepped out of the shower. I dried off and got dressed before walking to my room. Another day of school. At least it's Friday. Quietly, I grabbed an apple and walked to school.

~eight hours later~

Finally, the bell rang! I packed up my stuff and left. I set my stuff down on the porch and walked around the house. I know I saw him leave through my window. He has to be somewhere out here. I gave up after an hour and walked to the front door. As soon as I walked in, I leaned against the door.

"Emily-Rose! Get your ass here now!" I sighed as I walked to the kitchen.

"Yeah, mom?"

"You left your bag on the porch you lazy whore!"

"Mom, it's not that big of a deal."

"If it isn't, why am I yelling at you?!"

"Because you are pathetic and drunk off your ass."

"Say that again."

"You are pathetic and drunk off your ass." She slapped me right across the cheek and punched me in the stomach. I groaned as she hit me in the back making me fall. I felt her grab my hair and pull me up. I looked at her and how she raised her hand to slap me again. This time, she threw me into the wall. Something was dripping down the back of my head and I put my hand behind my head to see what it was. When I pulled my hand back, it had blood on it. "You- I- You made me bleed." I said shocked.

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