Attraction

66.

This isn't real, this can't actually be happening to me. He was supposed to have a rational explanation for leaving like, he's just a bad person who one day felt like abandoning his family. Or maybe that he met another women while working in Forks and they continued the affair online after we moved to Colorado until he decided to leave us for her. Some kind of explanation that doesn't involve this— But I know all too well what he is. He's what Paul told me about, the thing from the stories I've heard at the bonfires about the cold skinned blood thirsty creatures.

Of course he knows what Paul is, of course he knows that I know, of course he could hear the sound of my heart. My body screams at me to run away with everything it has, my mind tells me something is very dangerous about the person I used to call dad that's standing in front of me but I can't run away—My legs won't click with my brain allow me to turn around and run to my car, drive away, and never come back here. Instead, I watch speechlessly as my legs carry me into the house that's lit from a few lamps inside on the small tables by the maroon sofa.

"Tell me what you are." I order trying to sound strong.

I just want to hear him say it, I try to make my voice sound stronger than I feel but it doesn't work. If anything I feel exactly like my voice sounds, a small animal about to be devoured by its prey. He turns to face me, his dark eyes remain fixated on me.

"I think you already know exactly what I am. How could you not? You aren't as closed off to the things of this world as most people are." He reminds me referring to the fact that I know what Paul is.

But how does he know about Paul or what Paul is? I have so many questions I want to ask right now but I just need to hear him say it even though I am as scared as I am right now.

"I just need to hear you say it." I breathe out, my lungs feel like all the air is slowly being taken from me.

"Willow, I am a vampire. You know this, I could tell you knew what I was deep down inside of yourself when I first opened the door" He pauses, "You didn't want to admit it to yourself."

My legs feel as if they are going to give out from beneath me. He is exactly what I was afraid of, he is exactly what they speak of at the bonfires, what Paul hunts to kill. But what does he kill? What is his prey? Does he survive the way Renesmee told me her family survives or does he survive by taking the lives of other humans?

"Do you kill people?" My voice begins to quiver, I want to cover my mouth.

I want to run away like my body is begging me to do but I can't, I'm stuck. Within an instant he's right beside me with his eyes burning holes through my neck, a few tears fill my eyes. This isn't my dad anymore, this isn't the person I called dad.

"How else am I supposed to survive?" A low snicker comes from him. "Animal blood?" He sounds almost humored.

"Why am I here?" I need to run, I need to get out of here. Why can't I move?

"You're here because you thought you wanted reasonable answers to questions you thought you might ask. But instead you wanted to make me feel horrible for leaving, you don't know why I left" He informs. "There are others of my kind and you know that. We were packing to leave Forks to move, that's when I met her. I loved your mother but she was unlike anyone I had ever met before, I tried to forget about her after the move but I couldn't do it. So I left, I came back here. She changed me shortly afterwards and we lived in this house, I knew I could never tell you and your mother what I am or why I left. It was dangerous, I could have been killed and so could of she." He pauses as a few tears hit my cheeks as I listen to his agonizing words and the realization hits me that he never truly cared about us.

"We were happy, one day she went out for a hunt on some land— One of your little wolf friends found her, they killed her for hunting on their land." His voice has venom laced in it.

My legs wants to buckle but I can't move or speak. It's like I'm fifteen and my dad has left me all over again. He doesn't care about us, or even me, he only cares about the one thing that is utterly clear to me now— He wants revenge. That's what this has to be about. 

"You're just a monster." My voice breaks as I close my eyes.

He's going to kill me, I know he's going to kill me. And Paul will find my body somewhere in the woods half buried and drained of blood I'm sure, my chest begins to ache.

"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" I close my eyes as I wait for his answer, the horrible excruciating answer.

When he doesn't respond, I open my eyes and look up to see him looking down at me with the same darkened expression. The ache in my chest is the same pain I felt when I was alone in the woods with Dylan, helpless. But what about Paul? I can't forget Paul. The devastation he'll feel when he finds my body, when one of them finds my body, who will have to tell my mom? Quil? Layla? And the person I used to call my dad, will they kill him too?

"I loved her Willow, I gave it all up for her and they killed her over one mistake she never knew about. Do you have any idea what it's like to lose the love of your life? And then you, you started dating the killer. Her killer." His words are filled with malice.

My body screams at me to move my legs and run, to ignore this paralyzing fear. I want to hate myself for just leaving without telling Paul or anyone else where I was going, I want to hate myself for not being able to run. But I had no idea this would be the outcome, but I can't let this happen, I have to fight if not for myself but in hopes that I'll see Paul again.

My body clicks with my mind as my legs carry me and I sprint out of the living room to the front door. Within an instant he's in front of the door, his eyes glaring hatefully into my soul. My head turns as I sprint up the stairs, I'll jump out of a window if I have to but I need to try. As I make my way up the stairs in a rush, I turn my head and he's right in front of me. A cold hard hand shoves my body down the wooden stairs as I scream in fear and pain once I hit the bottom. My eyes watch in horror as he slowly begins making his was down the stairs, his eyes are dark while I try to crawl away but the horrible sting in my ankle slows me.

"Help me, somebody!" I cry out, but I know my pleas are hopeless. "Help!"

In a instant he's at my side, his hand grips my t-shirt as he pulls me back roughly. I am thrown against the glass coffee table, it shatters as the skin on my arms begin to sting in pain. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as I try to crawl helplessly out of the glass which only causes my hands to be cut, a small cry leaves my lips when I realize this is how I die, my father is my killer. Who would have known? I look up as he kneels down beside me, a dark hunger lingers in his eyes.

"Please— Don't do this. Please don't kill me!" I beg helplessly as tear stream down my cheeks. My heart thuds painfully fast in my chest.

He laughs blackly. "Is that what you think I'm going to do?"

"Please just let me go." My voice trembles.

"Did they let her go for her simple mistake?" I don't answer him. "Did they?!" He shouts gripping my shirt, I shake my head as tears brim my eyes.

"No..." I whisper.

"An eye for an eye." He growls.

While grabbing the fabric of my shirt tighter, he pulls my body closer to him. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, a sharp gasp leaves my mouth when the cold feeling against my neck and the horrible realization of what is about to happen to be connects.
I let out a scream of pain as the sharp piercing feeling breaks the skin on my neck. I watch in my blurry vision as he stands up and exits the house closing the front door behind him. My voice lets out several loud shrills as I lay in the pile of shattered glass. The stings from the cuts on my hands aren't anything anymore compared to the excruciating burn that's coming from my neck, my chest, and slowly making its way all over the rest of my body.

My throat hurts from the screams leaving my lips, I want to cry, I want to crawl to the front door and find help, but I can't move. My eyes squeeze shut tightly as my hands dig into the glass shards around me, the pain in my hands doesn't even distract my mind from the endless burning of the death in my body. It's truly hopeless, I close my eyes as I wait for death.