Secret Bloodline

Vampire

Camila starts to move towards the door so she can escape but as fast as lighting Zayn is already at the door, his hand over Camila's on the knob.

Zayn drops Camila's hand to her side as he lets go of it. Zayn clears his throat, grabs a handkerchief, and cleans the blood on his chin. "Well, Camila, I see we've bumped into a dilemma," Zayn tucked the piece of fabric back into his suit jacket pocket.

"You're-"

"A vampire, yes..." Zayn nods.

"Zayn."

Both Camila and Zayn look over to see Hailee sitting up on Zayn's desk as she straightens her clothes.

The boy walks over and hands Hailee a couple of paper towels so she can wipe the blood clean.

Hailee points at the two puncture marks, little blood oozing out slowly.

Zayn steps closer as he pricks his fingertip to the point of one of his fangs. He brings his finger up to the puncture marks and the wounds instantly heal.

"Sir are you sure we shouldn't just erase her?" Hailee asks.

"Whoa, kill me? Nah uh get away from me you psycho bitch," Camila backs away from both of them again.

"No Camila... She meant erasing your memory," Zayn explains.

Camila looks at him weirdly. "How?" She asks.

"That is something we can discuss later," Zayn says. He turns to Hailee and motions towards the door of his office. "Hailee, may you please leave me and Camila alone?" Zayn speaks calmly. L

"Yes, sir. Goodnight," Hailee says and walks out of the office, shutting the door loudly behind her.

"I didn't think you'll find out so soon. Guess I couldn't hide such a secret from a smart woman. Why did you come back here, Camila?" Zayn sits down on his desk chair, his fangs fading and his eyes turning back to normal.

"To give you this," Camila sets the vial down on his desk, her hand shaking violently.

"Don't be frightened. I won't hurt you," Zayn stands up. He takes the vial and tucks it safely into a drawer in his desk. "Thank you, I needed this vial," He smiles.

"So-"

"You may have a lot of questions but I have some business to attend to, come with me," Zayn interrupts Camila as he walks around his desk. He looks at Camila's outfit thoughtfully and just shrugs. "Your attire looks decent, let's get going," He walks over to his office door.

On times square, Camila looks up at all of the neon signs as she walks beside Zayn, still a little shaken.

"You may ask away," He finally speaks.

Camila looks at the boy and takes a few deep breaths. "How old are you? Not to be rude," Camila says.

"It's fine. I'm two hundred years old," Zayn answers.

"Okay, next, how many vampires are there?" Camila asks.

"In the world? I'm not so sure. There could be a lot of places where my kind has to hide their true nature," Zayn answers.

"What about New York?" Camila asks.

"One hundred and eighty," Zayn answers.

"That's a very precise answer," Camila says shocked.

"It is," Zayn says.

"Sunlight hurts you, correct?" Camila questions.

"Yes," Zayn nods.