Madeline Curtis, a runaway from small town in Washington, finds herself in the streets of Hollywood looking for a place to stay when she encounters a strange hooded man. In less than a second poor Madeline's entire life was flipped upside down and s...
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'Today, I felt like a weak little human, like everyone else was, whether they knew it or not.'
I made a terrible mistake. And it was all because of a stupid book.
It all started this morning, I was sitting on one of the stools with a Twilight book in my hand, hoping it would be somewhat accurate to my situation (which in some ways, it was) when Oliver walked in.
He plucked the book from my hand and laughed, "Seriously, is that a copy of Twilight? Oh my god, please tell me you're joking. That's what you based your research off?" He flipped through the pages, scanning each one as if he were reading at hyper speed.
"Half of this stuff isn't even true, Madeline." He shook his head with a smile before stalking over to the other side of the island.
"It's not like vampires actively write books about their afterlife and publish them!" I laughed, reaching out for my book, which he held over my head.
He dangled it over my head in a teasing manner and I jumped a few times to reach it, but failed each time. I enjoyed these moments between us because it felt natural. It didn't feel like we were being forced to enjoy each other's company because we were now roommates, but rather we genuinely did.
"Alright," He smiled before lowering it so I could reach it. I pulled it out of his hand and nicked my finger on one of the pages as I flipped it over.
The small dot of pooling blood confused me, I held my index finger in my hand, astonished by it. It felt like I'd never seen myself bleed before but it didn't make sense. If I was dead, a vampire, how was I bleeding?
I hadn't noticed Oliver's pupils dilate at the sight of my mow pooling blood. The small dog had started to spread across my hand and I watched — almost as if it were in slow motion — a single drop of blood fall onto the counter.
Oliver pounced at the smell, throwing himself on top of me. It made a loud bang against the floor as the dishes chattered, breaking my fall. (literally)
I pushed myself backwards, crawling away from the boy as he raised his head to look up at me with hunger. I never noticed how strong or large his hands were until they were wrapped around my ankles, trying to pull me towards him.
"Aria, Juliana!" I screamed louder than I had ever done before, it was piercing.
I didn't hear their doors open as I screamed louder, clutching onto the doorframe, tears beginning to form. It was only when Oliver's grip on my ankles began to loosen, did I notice the two girls pulling him away from me.
I scattered to my feet and immediately out the doorway, stumbling into the driveway while sobbing. At first I didn't understand why I was sobbing so violently but as time passed I realized why.
