Vampire Sister

Chapter 45

"I won't believe you until you prove it to me." I demanded.

Tristan sighed in defeat and said, "I don't want blood. I am not blood thirsty. I'm not gonna bite you or something."

"Anyone can say that."

"You know what? Don't believe me, but there will be a time when you do."

"Do you think I don't want to believe you? Of course I want to, but the facts prove otherwise. And you won't prove your fact."

"'Won't'? I did prove my fact. And you said that it wasn't enough."

"Yeah. Saying that you're not blood thirsty? That's your proof?" I scoffed. Tristan was trying to find what was wrong with the car but in vain. "Good luck trying to fix it." I snapped and started walking up the alley. To my surprise, he didn't follow. I stopped at a shop and asked them which way to go, to reach that address. They gave me directions and I followed them. I was already worn out and walking made my legs feel like jelly. A sudden honking from my left made me come to a jerky stop. I whirled around, expecting to see someone asking where I was going or if I needed any help but it was Tristan in Mom's car.

"Need a ride, my love?" he asked in a fake British accent.

I closed my eyes in frustration and climbed into the car. "Your accent is the worst. My love? Gross."

"Huh, I was just trying it out." he said in an Australian accent.

"Just..get going, please." I said, not able to stand his accent.

"Fine," he said in his normal tone and pressed his foot to the gas and the car moved forward with a big jerk that caused me to bang my head against the window. I groaned in pain.

"Your car needs some serious repairs, though." he said in a suggestive tone. He turned into a narrow street with houses packed along the side. After five minutes of traveling down the street, he stopped the car in front of a house that looked similar to the others in the street.

"Here we go," he said. I stretched my neck as soon as I got out of the car. Not waiting for him to join me, I knocked on the door. The door opened almost immediately, as if Jonathan was waiting for me.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" a man in his early twenties snarled. I swallowed hard.

"Um, are you Jonathan Ellis?" I asked normally.

"Yes, and you are?"

"Kyra. I just want to ask you something."

"I am not going to answer the community through a kid. Yes, I didn't come to the meeting because my mother is sick and I had to tend to her."

"Wow, I wasn't even gonna ask you that. I was going to ask.. if you were related to Tom Ellis, you know, the one who played Lucifer in..Lucifer."

He cleared his throat, obviously surprised at my comeback, even though it wasn't necessarily a comeback. "No,"

"But that wasn't the only reason I am here." I took out my phone and selected a picture of Katie. "Have you seen this girl? If you had, then it would've been in London."

He squinted his eyes trying to remember. He must be the one. Finally! , I thought. But he then shook his head.

"No, I haven't seen her. I've never been to London."

"Mr.Ellis...this is really really important. This girl," I pointed to the screen of my phone, "is in serious trouble and only one person can help her and I have to confirm if that's you, so I'd really appreciate your honesty right now."