Not Safe.

Turning Tables.

STACY'S POV.

What was going on? I couldn't really tell. The world was spinning around, my legs shaking. I felt too weak and helpless. I glanced over at Zayn who looked dismayed.

"That look you're giving me is not very supportive." I mumbled while panting. His reaction was immediate. He grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to his car. His movements were slightly violent, as if he had lost his cool. Well, he probably had. Even I didn't have a clear idea of what was happening to me. All I knew was that I felt my whole body aching.

A few minutes later we arrived at Harry's. It was pure intuition, but I had a bad feeling about this. Why were he here anyway? I don't think that Harry, out of the five of them would find the solution to this. Unless Zayn had something else in mind.

"Harry, open the door, you bastard." Zayn literally punched the door as he yelled for Harry to open it. Seconds later, Harry was at the doorstep looking very annoyed.

"What do you want?" He questioned, his voice quiet. "I am with someone right now." It could be understood from his image that he had been...enjoying himself before we arrived. His hair was all messy as well as his clothes.

"Did you fucking turn her into one of us, Harry? Do you think this is some kind of joke?" So that's what was bothering Zayn, huh. He was suspecting Harry was the one who did this to me. How was that possible, though? I had no memory of Harry doing anything like that to me.

"Pardon?" Harry looked at both of us, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Oh? Little Stacy turned into a vampire? What an interesting turn of events!" He exclaimed, looking too calm regarding the situation they were in.

"Don't pretend you don't know anything." Zayn hissed. He was enraged, one could tell only by listening to his voice. His hand reached Harry's t-shirt."If you are the responsible for this," he grabbed him by his collar. Harry looked surprisingly emotionless. "I will fucking kill you!" He threatened him and chills run down my spine. It's true that Harry was an asshole, but even after everything he has done, I felt uncomfortable thinking that there was a possibility Zayn was serious about this.

Harry pushed Zayn's hands away, glaring at me. "I didn't do anything. I have no interest in your idiocies, guys." He got angry, finding difficulty in controlling his voice. "Hasn't it been too long? For how long do you plan on continuing playing with them? Kill them or let them go. Aren't you tired of this fucking story?" His words were true. It was the firs time I felt that he was not such a jerk. He was right about this; there was no point in continuing all this. We could not pretend for ever, they could not kill those poor people forever.

Zayn didn't respond. He just gritted his teeth and groaned. I stared at the ground, not having anything to say. Our colorless silence was interrupted by Zayn's phone. He picked it from his pocket and answered the call.

"Yeah? Niall?" He questioned. "What...Okay, okay calm down. I am coming." They exchanged some more words until he hung up. I watched him as he seemed to be in a kind of dilemma. He finally sighed and glared at Harry. "I have to go and I am leaving her to you. Don't try anything fine." His tone was threatening once again.

"I don't think I can anyway," was Harry's response. I did not quite get what he was insinuating, but I was pretty sure he was lying.

Zayn left and I followed Harry inside his house. He laughed as he observed my nervous moves.

"Don't worry love, I am not gonna bite." He whispered through his laughter.

"You have such a hideous sense of humour, asshole." I snorted only to earn another chuckle from him. "Didn't you have company?" I questioned noticing the lack of people in his house.

"Oh right, she probably left, hearing you two making a fuss." He said. I followed him to the kitchen.

"She?" I questioned.

"Yes, a friend of mine." He replied, glancing at me. "Why?"

"I don't know for some reason I..." I hesitated. "I.. ehm.. did not think you had other friends. How nice!" I sassed, expecting a rude and harsh reply. He only smirked and grabbed a bloodbag from the fridge.

"I fancy you, you know." He said and I found myself utterly surprised. I was neither happy nor flustered. Last night I pondered over many things and I realised how stupid my obsession about this band had been. Even when I found out what kind of people they really were, I kept feeling excited about all this. I fooled myself and I was not planning to keep falling for the same thing again. I was determined to leave this place and them as well.

"I don't." I simply said. He closed the fridge and played with the blood bag in his hands. I gasped when he threw it at me.

"Yes, I really like people like you. " He smiled. I looked at the blood bad in front of me. "Well, aren't you hungry? Has the pain stopped?" What..?

"You don't mean-"

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. You are a vampire. Well done, not figuring it out by yourself." For some reason his words enraged me. I threw the blood bad away, making him look at me in surprise.

"I am not like you. I am not a freaking monster." I almost scream as I watched him stare at me, shocked.

"Stacy.." He tried to move closer to me, his steps cautious, but I backed away. My eyes were watery and I guess I was already crying, but I could not keep it all in anymore. There was no way I would ever be someone like them. Even if that meant death.

"Do come near me!" I sobbed, looking around for a wooden stick. He noticed that, but did not pin me down.

"You did this? Did you fucking do this to me?" I spoke, trying to control my voice. All my efforts in vain, though.

"I told you I did not do a bloody thing to you! I just thought that this cannot continue." He said and grabbed my wrists. "Now calm down." His voice came out gentler than what I was expecting.