𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢

different minds...

GUSTAV'S POV

delilah is a nice girl, and i can't deny it - she's a very pretty girl. i don't want to admit it to her face, but just seeing her warms up my day.

i can't blame bill for his wide obsession.
he talks about her a lot, and when i say a lot - i mean a lot. never in my 119 years of being alive have i seen bill be this obsessed with a girl, let alone a person. he's had a couple of girlfriends and boyfriends in the past, but was never obsessed with them - even before they were dating. he was on the normal level.

delilah was his exception.
she was also mine.
the way her scent of vanilla flooded the air, i could detect her from miles away. she has this gorgeous silky hair and the perfect skin with a few pimples and blemishes. that's what i liked, she wasn't too perfect - but she was just right. she undeniably had her flaws but she owned up to them, i loved that about her.

it's complicated though.
bill's feelings may be stronger.
i'd never fight over a girl that my friend has a crush on.

BILL'S POV

i don't want to bite humans.
i don't want to bite half of who i am.
but i want to bite her.

i thought that when i stopped tom from biting into delilah, it'd be over for me. he'd be mad at me, very mad.
we've never gotten that physical over the time we've entered our 100's.
we used to hit each other with pots and pans when we were little, but we don't do that anymore.
i'm thankful.

but when tom swiped delilah's blood on my finger, something ignited within me.
i just had to try it.
when i tried it, everything around me stopped.
human blood tastes the same. i liked the variety of tasting different blood from animals. i felt cruel biting a human, too.
but she.
her.

i can't even gather my thoughts together, i just need more of her blood.
it was like a remedy.
it was sweet.

unlike her. she was feisty.
or so she made everyone believe she was.
i'm a vampire, i can detect who she is within.
behind her whole 'tough' persona, she was a nice girl. she took accountability, unlike other 'tough' girls who don't like to admit they're in the wrong.
she's mature, i loved that.

i need to leave more subtle hints for her,
so she knows how i feel.
i can't say it in her face while being me.

so why shouldn't i just be someone else?

DELILAH'S POV

it started raining just a few hours ago. i'm guessing that the teachers don't want to deal with my ass anymore. at least not today, they've had to clean up the crowd from the bake sale. so, i'm finally free for a limited period of time.

i don't want to leave my dorm, i just want to stay in. kimberly hasn't texted me, it's been 4 hours.
i'll admit, the girl acted like she was on something like mushrooms - but right now, i wanted a girl-to-girl talk. i wanted to talk to a girl. i wanted to let out all my problems, like i used to do with eva.

i was closed off with everyone else, eva was my safe space.
i was hers as well.

if only she knew how much i missed her even though we broke off only a few hours ago. why'd she have to talk with him? she knew how much i despised him. she was there when the cafe incident happened.

even though rumors escalated about the 4 boys being vampires, it was started as a joke. the guys laughed it off with people, even mocking themselves being vampires. the joke died down overtime.
now, if i tried to tell people about everything...
they'd be like:

'you're lying.'

no matter how much proof i have, no matter the literal recording i have in my phone. they'd accuse me of being wrong.
that's so fair, isn't it?

i rest on my couch, watching the television.
nothing's going on - it's so boring in this shitty little town.
i hate it here, i want to leave.
maybe to go join my dad in los angeles. or wherever that man went ever since he kicked me out of the house and sent me to this crappy boarding school.
i don't care though, i just don't want to be in this town.

i rest my cheek on my palm, my elbow on the arm-rest of the couch. i don't even pay attention to how mindless i look right now, i almost look like a zombie. along with everyone else in this school.

BOOM!

my ears pick up the sudden sound.
it wasn't loud, but it wasn't quiet either.
it was like someone just jumped down from my air-vent on the ceiling, but when i look up - there's nobody there.
'hello?' i call out. i'm not dumb so i decide to get up, walking over to my kitchen cupboard to get a weapon.
nothing else happens for the next minute, my ears are in full control. i decide to lay it off, and shrug.
my stomach grumbles, so i decide to make a little meal for myself. i grab some bread, and some veggies. i stick them in the bread, licking my lips.

as i'm about to take a bite, i flinch at another noise.

BANG!

i look over, it's my little picture of my family portrait. it's knocked over onto the floor, i immediately panic.
even though i hate my parents, that picture reminded me of times where things were better. where i didn't have a full sense of what was going on around me.
when i was a baby.
i run over, looking at it and turning it over. there's no cracks on the glass shielding the picture, i put my hand on my chest in relief.

CRASH!

it came from my bedroom. i run over, grabbing the knife from the kitchen counter. i look inside, sensing that it came from my vanity.
my perfumes are toppled over, and the loud crash was from the perfume i loved most. it missed the fluffy rug, and hit the wooden floor under it.
'shit, shit, shit...' i hiss as i find the crack in it. i examine it.

i don't want to set the world on fire.
i hear my tv playing. i wasn't on the music channel, this was a news channel. i slowly crawl up, and step out of my bedroom.
i just want to be the one you love.
the volume gradually increases as that lyric plays, i stand there in complete fear and terror. i'm frozen, i can feel certain parts of my body tremble.

suddenly, i feel a cold sensation.
it's not wind, but that's what it feels like.
it's a presence.

i feel something crawling up my back, down to my shoulders.
i feel like someone is hugging me from my neck.

it's voice is in a hushed whisper.
'i love you.'