Something that bites (vampire fanfiction)

Ch.23

Chuckles deeply because * DRUM ROLLS!)

I'm working on something that bites two! I already I have pre-made chapters made to update that's why I am making a second one now WJAJAJAJAJJAAJAJAJAJAJJAJA!

Songs:
Taylor swift- Bad Blood.
One Direction- Over Again.
Taylor swift- All too well.

I open my eyes to the sound of water spraying. It take me a moment to realize where I am, I glance around the room to find it empty, besides me who sits in the bed.

Zayn must be in the bathroom taking a shower. My eye catches the familiarity of a bag resting against the floor. I pad over to it and kneel down, unzipping it. Relief floods through me when I find my clothes stuffed inside of it. I pull out a simple beige sweater that is shorter in the front and longer in the back, along with a pair of skinny jeans.
I hurry and get changed into the clothing, while Zayn is in the bathroom showering.

I examine myself in the mirror that hangs on the wall, my brown, wavy hair falls below my shoulders and my green eyes seem duller. Underneath my eyes hold purple sags. I sigh and pull myself away from the mirror. I slip a pair of black slip-ons on my feet and walk out of the room.

The color deep Crimson red still covers the walls in the halls just like the room, pictures of painted roses hang on the walls. Im caught off guard by one of the portraits falling off of the wall. How did a picture fall to the ground by itself? I should pick it up off of the ground, but something about tells me not to. If u just walk away the security cameras might see me and think I'm the one that caused it to fall though. Before realizing what I'm doing in already making my way towards the picture and kneeling down to pick it up. When my hand touches the rose painting a shadow towers over me. I freeze and bite my tongue.

"Don't worry it me..." The familiarity of the voice floods through my head and then hits me in the head like a truck.

I turn around to face the curly haired boy who stands behind me.

"Harry?" I let out a deep breath I didn't realize I was holding, "you cannot scare me like that." I slowly stand up.

"Sorry," he scratches his head, looking as uncomfortable as I am feeling. "Can I take you down to get breakfast and we can talk this out...about-"

"Yeah." I nod my head already knowing what he wants to talk about.

I am glad that harry wants to talk about this. About us being siblings. I've been wanting to talk to him but I haven't, I haven't been ready to talk to him.

The elevator door opens, both harry and I walk into the empty elevator. I watch as Harry's finger presses the button to lead us to the bottom floor. The silence between the two of us makes the air between the both of us awkward.

I bite my cheek when Harry clears his throat, "I'm sorry Brooklyn, I should've talked to you sooner to get everything cleared out of the way," he bites his upper lip. "I know that this has been bothering you, it has also been bothering me... but I really should have talked to you sooner."

I swallow the spit in my mouth that has been gathered in my mouth, "you know the feeling too, huh." I look down. "It's the strangest feeling... just knowing that you are my brother and I never ever knew that. And after all these years who I have been living with never told me about my real parents and how they died in a car wreck. Also how they pretended to be my real ones the whole time."

Harry glances at the ground and looks back up to me, "I actually would have to admit though, that you had it easy."

"What do you mean?" Before harry could reply the elevator rings letting us know that we have reached the bottom floor, the two metal doors slide apart.
While walking harry continues to answer my question.