Beautiful Creature (A One Direction Vampire Larry Stylinson fan fic)

Chapter Four

Beautiful Creature (A One Direction Vampire Larry Stylinson fan fic)

"That isn't Harry, thats Keaton," i stated. Liam scoffed.

"What?" he looked back at Harry and shook his head. "No it isn't."

"Gold lining, you feeding him, which didn't help, i would say he's a reincarnation of Keaton," i explained. Liam nodded slightly.

"So like, a doppelgänger?" Liam let out a shaky breath as he sat down on the bed. It was a lot for him to take it, being that Keaton and Liam used to be joined at the hip, and Harry and i were connected. I went in my closet and pulled out a book. I opened it and looked for the section about doppelgängers. I gave it to Liam, pointing to the spot i wanted him to read.

"It says that doppelgängers are like the same body, just a different soul. When turned into a vampire, they become more like the original person," i recited.

"It also says that if they drink from someone, other than their mate, they form a sire bond, which can only be broken by a witch that practices dark magic," he read aloud. My eye's widened.

"He's sired to you?" i whispered, barely believing what Liam had read.

"Either that, or it's a crush, which is highly unlikely," he said, his eyes meeting mine.

"What witch do we know that practices dark magic?" I asked. I couldn't let Harry feel something for Liam, we are connected.

"We don't know any," he shrugged. "Lets just give it some time. If he isn't sired to me, then we could kill him."

I hadn't thought about that. I just wanted the bond broken, so i could get to know the boy that i would be spending the rest of my life with, which seems a bit unlikely. He still hates my guts because i supposedly killed those 'Innocent people'. One day he'll realize that it's different story than in those papers.

There was a groan, and Harry shifted. He sat up, his eyes meeting mine. I smiled, and he frowned.

"Morning sunshine," i said sarcastically. He looked at Liam.

"Hi," he smiled. Liam smiled at him. "Where is she?"

"Where's who?" i asked.

"The woman in red," he answered. I laughed.

"Are you high?" i chuckled.

"I'm being serious," he answered coldly. "She had blonde hair and looked oddly familiar."

"Louis, touch him, see if you can see what he is talking about," Liam ordered. I put my hand on Harry's shoulder, and he tensed up. I rolled my eyes. I searched his memory, trying to find the image he was talking about. All i found was memories. The life he had before he was turned.

"Nothing," i sighed, my hand falling onto Harry's thigh. He relaxed, but i didn't move my hand. I liked touching him.

"I'll be right back," Liam said as he left the room. Harry looked at me. His beautiful green eyes meeting my boring blue ones.

"They aren't boring," he said. His eyes widened and he looked away from me.

"Yes they are, i mean not everyone has amazing green eyes like you do," i argued.

"Why did you leave me alone for six years?" he asked, changing the subject.

"I don't know, it seemed like a good idea, but i guess it wasn't," i shrugged. "Do you honestly think i killed all those people without a reason?"

"I don't know. At first, yeah, but now, i feel like i can't kill you, like something was holding me back. I had trained to, but something about your eyes," he trailed off. I smiled. The bond's messing with his emotions. Soon enough it'll grow stronger until he cannot fight the urge to like me, love me even. My thoughts were broken by an exasperated sigh. My hand was thrown into my lap and there was Harry standing next to Liam laughing. Liam had a smile of accomplishment on his lips. I felt mad. I felt...