She's Afraid // Louis

Chapter 7 Be afraid, Be very Afraid

ZAYN'S P.O.V

Everyone was being quiet about going out last night, having to kill some people for our needs. It was obvious Harley hated us, but I think she was starting to soften up until we arrived at our new place. It had been discussed while we were out last night, that having her as a human wouldn't be great. Now, this probably seems like Twilight, where the girl gets changed into a vampire sooner or later but the guy doesn't. Its kind of the opposite in this story.

Louis absolutely wants to change her.

HARLEY'S P.O.V

I wasn't going to talk, no and this time I wouldn't budge to them. They could kill me but I wouldn't give them the pleasure of my screaming. Silence is my answer, and I've always been good with being silent.

"Come on, it's a really nice house actually. Three gigantic floors, a lake, forest view. Aren't chicks into that stuff?" Niall rolled his eyes, and weirdly he started to mess with his eyes till he got something out of them, and orange eyes replaced the calm blue ones he had.

Contacts, I should have known that these bastards would have to wear contacts.

"Niall." Louis shot daggers at him, and he too started to fidget with his eyes. Instead of them being a vibrant, vivid red they were yellow or orange with flecks of red. I frowned, why were they orange? Aren't they supposed to be red ?

I couldn't ask them, I wasn't going to let my guard down in silence.

"Alright, it seems that the moving guys got it all together. Oh, and I got a call from Danielle, she understands.." He said glumly, sulking over to the living room. I assumed it was the living room, with tanned leather couches and a wide balcony looking out towards the lake.

I sat on the ground, my knees brought up and my eyes trained to the chestnut floors.

"It's fine, she wasn't the one mate." Zayn swiftly got up from his seat on the couch, patting Liam's back before he headed up the stairs. He gave me a menacing but odd look, before he had darted up the stairs in seconds without any noise.

Actually, it was quiet with only the sound of Niall munching on something. I had just then realized that they all had their contacts off, all their eyes a shade of orange or yellow - I couldn't quite tell.

"I'm going to go check out my guitar, it needs tuning." Someone said, I tihnk it was Niall as he carried a plate in one hand full of a piled up sandwich. He was up the stairs in seconds, leaving Liam, Louis, and a quiet Harry with me.

I peered my eyes up at Harry, standing tall as he glided his fingers in a rapid motion on his laptop keyboard. He shut it quickly, seeing my eyes look at the screen. I shook my head, sighing as I got up.

Reality was hitting me like knives, I wasn't leaving what so ever. I needed a shower, and I needed some new clothes to wear. But I just shrugged it off, probably gaining some eyes as I made my way to the bathroom.

I glanced in the mirror, seeing myself with slightly tangled red locks and dull looking blue eys. At least, they looked dull to me since comparing them to vivid red ones. I wouldn't want red eyes, never in a million years would I ever be one of those filthy creatures. I'd rather suffer the pain of dying twenty times. I felt kind of bad, louis said he hated hinswlf. Were they created by another vampire, and then now hate themsevles because they were?

I started a shower, getting off my work clothes and settling into the cold shower. I was always a cold person, not personality way but more of the feeling way. I liked how cold things felt against my skin, they gave me a shocking feeling . Winter is my favorite season, while blue is my favorite color. If only my hair was blue.

But I would never dye my hair, it was one of the more better things I liked about myself.

After I finished my shower, finding some shampoo bottles and body wash, I stepped out only to find a stack of clothes neatly piled up on the counter.

I raised an eyebrow, I didn't ask for any clothes and I certainly was not going to give into those jerks.

I huffed , grabbing a turquoise colored towel and quickly wrapping it around me. I then grabbed the clothes, chucking them out the door before closing and locking it. Their pity wasn't needed.

When I checked the small cases, I weirdly found a lot of girl items - hair accessories, among other things - that had placed there. I sighed, grabbing an elastic and throwing my hair into a lousy ponytail and putting on my clothes from yesterday seeing how they were still clean looking, and I had already thrown out the other clothes.

If they're being nice, that only makes them more dangerous.

Louis was the only one in the living room, the clothes I had thrown out were once again neatly stacked onto the arm chair. He raised an eyebrow at me, before standing up and swiftly making his way to stand in front of me. I looked down, not giving him any sort of attention. Louis stood there for about a moment, before sighing and slowly making his way down the hallway. That was odd, he doesn't usually just walk away when I neglect him. I was honest to say I felt afraid, naybe this is where he gets fed up with me and decides to kill me.