She's Afraid // Louis

Prolouge

Prolouge

They say vampires are fairy tales, they say they aren't real. Myths and Legends is all they'll ever be, correct?

Wrong.

"Just a taste, please Harry." I whined, my throat burning and aching for just a drop of blood. Ever since a week ago, waking up in the forest- the boys and I - we've never been the same. We're..killers, demons from hell now. None of us know what's happened, and I guess we never will. I clench my jaw, seeing the drunkard girl ahead of us, stumbling as she tries to walk. So alone, no one would notice if I just-

I lunge forward, quicker than anything. She comes into my reach, and I jump onto her, knocking her to her feet. She laughs, probably not noticing how bad the situation is. For her, at least.

"Lou, stop!" I hear Harry cry, a hand on my shoulder. I can't help myself, I knock him away and drag her away from the street. She's pretty, but not anything special. No one will notice her disappearance. Not a human, at least. She mumbles something, and finally looks up to see me. It's probably my eyes that get her shocked, maybe even scared.

"S-Stop.." She whispers, and my hands reach to her back as she tries to pull away. In one swift move, I knock her from her feet and carry her weight. She's featherless, and the alcohol on her breath is vivid.

"Don't worry, love. I'll make it quick." I hear myself mutter, just before my teeth lock with her neck instantly. All hope is gone for whoever this girl is, the blood coming from her enough to suit my pleasures. I only wanted a simple drop, but how can a vampire like me contain such... needs. Her body limps even more, and I realize just jow much I've drained from her. Her pale skin looks good with the dark, crimson colored blood dripping from her neck.

"Louis?" I hear one of the lads call, but I'm too lost to listen to their pleads. They're monsters, too. Why aren't they feeding? That's when it all comes to me

I've just let a poor girl die. She probably had a family, but then again she should know better than to walk during the night alone. I lay her down, wiping my mouth quickly, leaving a blood trail on the back of my hand.This is what I've become.