She's Afraid // Louis

Chapter 6 {Is it worth it Anymore}

HARLEY'S P.O.V

I guess I had fallen asleep, probably from exhaustion. But something wasn't right, I wasn't in my green covers and striped pillow bed, there wasn't pale white walls and definitely there wasn't anything in my room.

It's real, it's all real.

My groan was evident to the fact that I always thought vampires were stories, but I already thought this out. I had much evidence from last night to prove they were real, but something was off. I felt like I had forgotten something,

Oh that's right, Dayla and Victor.

The window's shining light blinded me, but the snow too. I was surprised, since when did it snow in October? But I shook it off, that wasn't even near my biggest problems. Vampires are real, I'm in a vampire's house. With more than four vampires, while I'm the only one pumping blood. Isn't that wonderful, what opportunities life gives you. I hate college, and I bet I won't be going to college today. I'll be dead before then.

A sudden whoosh of air hit my face, followed by the creaking opening of the door. There stood, which I thought would be Louis, was Harry. His eyes weren't vivid, instead they were a pale green. That's confusing, he didn't have red eyes. None of them had normal eyes.

"Get out!" I yelled, my morning voice clear. I didn't need that jerk here.

"For your information, I've lived in this house longer than you. Get up, arse." He chuckled, glancing at my state.

"FYI, bud. I'm your guest. Treat me with respect, because I can call the police if I find a f*cking phone." I mumbled, giving him a glare. That only made him chuckle, staring at my much tired figure.

"You're not a morning person, I'm guessing." He said, before his tall figure fled the room, the door wide open. I was still in my work clothes and leather jacket, and to say it was uncomfortable would be  the world's worst understatement. I tossed it off, before I felt shock glide across my emotions. I needed to leave, I didn't care if I was supposed to be mates with that jerk, or anyone I would be leaving. That's my goal, I'm leaving this hell hole.

After getting myself composed, I breathed in a heavy sigh of sadness. Dayla would be more than worried, she knows I can get stupid sometimes. Victor would be trying to calm her down, but that wouldn't help her. I hate vampires.

When I walked out of the room, anger was boiling from me. I needed to get home. I would get some garlic if I had too. Home, that's all that matters.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" A voice said, and I spun around from the front door. Now, there was that other one, Liam? Yeah, him.

"Out." I said, crossing my arms. I could tell this one was a softy.

"You're not leaving, I suggest you don't try anything funny because there are four hungry vampires in this house. Including me, but I don't think I would hurt you." He blurted out, realizing what he said. That was stupid of him.

"Four? What happened to number 5?" I raised an eyebrow, glancing back at the door.

"He ate." Liam growled, before motioning me to follow him. Wait, someone died last night? They killed someone?

"You guys kill people." I muttered, standing back. How had I forgotten that I wasn't the only who was affected by these killers. Those poor people, families. Liam looked taken aback by my words, his weirdly brown eyes looking down.

"You don't think we know that already?" He mumbled, shaking his head.For some odd reason, I felt bad for them. It was clear they hated themselves, I was pretty sure I hated them too. But, I think it's pity I feel.

"Anyways, you need to hurry up and eat. We're leaving. We can't stay here anymore, at least not with you." He stated, looking up. That's odd, too. His brown eyes don't suit him exactly as his red ones. Speaking of red eyes, where were his?

"Why the hell are we leaving? And when was this all decided?" I yelled, standing my ground. I wasn't leaving, no I wouldn't. I'm not. Not, happening.

"Well, people are going to be looking for you. And if they're looking for you, we can't stay. Do you like cheerios?" My eyes were wide, and I felt my hands shaking.

"I'm not, I am not leaving! You can't make me!" I shouted, running for the door again. I'm not leaving, I'd rather die. Strong arms held me back, and I kicked again just like I did the night before. I will not give up this time, I'm leaving. I have to leave.

"Harley would you please stop, for god sake!" He said in my ear, swiftly pulling me back and setting me on some sort of counter. As soon as I got the chance, I punched him as hard as I could. Which only ended in my knuckles hurting like f*cking hell.

"Shoot, dam." He mumbled, and I clenched my jaw tightly as the pain overwhelmed each and every nerve and bit of my body. I looked down to them, and saw they were bleeding. I groaned slightly, I haven't punched anyone in a long time. Especially a rock solid f*cking vampire.

"I'm so sorry, Harley." He suddenly stopped, looking down at my bleeding knuckles. His features changed, almost as if he was trying to hold himself back. Right, blood.

"Kill me." I muttered, trying to cover up the blood. Liam backed away quickly, keeping his eyes trained on my knuckles.

"H-Harley, leave the room. Please." My first reaction to his words is that he hated me, but then I reminded myself he was a vampire who craved every drop of my blood while I was here, bleeding.I slipped off the counter, biting my lip slightly from pain. Where the hell would I go? Maybe this is my third chance to leave. I looked to the door, looking back at Liam. His eyes were now on the floor, and I came to the conclusion he was wearing contacts. This is it, I'm leaving. I headed straight for the door, but it suddenly opened with no other but Louis himself. This just gets better and better, doesn't it?

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"Is she awake yet?" I heard a quiet but thick accented voice murmur, and I felt cold breaths chilling me. A rough bump made me squirm, and I realized I was in some sort of truck or car, I wasn't exactly sure since i was pretty tired.

"You should know, we all have hearing dumbass." Another somewhat rude but luring voice said, and then it came to me. Oh boy, do I hate vampires.

"Yeah I'm awake." I grunted, sitting up and ready to kill someone. I was surrounded in the back of some van, with Zayn and Niall surrounding me. Their eyes weren't red like before, either. I did have to admit that Zayn was pretty cute, but I blocked that thought from my mind as I focused on what was happening here. They had knocked me out, since the last thing I remember is seeing Louis.

"Hey there." Niall said happily, grinning as he did.

"Mess off." I muttered, leaning back into the van's interior. I hated vans, always have. They reminded me of creeps.

"Okay, and we're here." I heard a deep voice say, and I glanced up into the front seats to see Harry driving and Louis looking at me with pity.

"Stop looking at me." I said, giving him an icy glare. He chuckled slightly before he turned away, hopping out of the car while it was still moving. Would someone kill me, it would be so much easier.

Two hands grabbed me and I screamed, but another hand clamped over my mouth. I whimpered, since when did I freaking whimper. I'm tougher than this.

"Hey, listen. I think you'll like it here. Wide open forest, nice lake. We'll give you a good room." I could feel the shocked expression cross my features, as I glanced at the view. It was a wide open lake, trees covered with white, thick snow and a cabin-looking house resting with a dock on the side. It was beautiful, but that was the least of my concerns. I didn't know where we were.

"Also, Har. You need to stop trying to escape. It's not going to happen, sorry." Someone said, but I already knew it. I had no life now, I was forever going to  be with these killers. Isn't life so magnificent?

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Not my best chapter, but I need to focus on my homework and such guys! Please comment, it would mean the world to me that someone would actually talk about this story! Remember, if it weren't for you all I wouldn't be writing!

Alaia