She's Afraid // Louis

Chapter 14{Kill}

"What?" I asked, finding his words just a bit humorous.

"Vampires, specifically. Remember the blonde girl, who showed up? She's not kidding." He retorted his answer to me.

I fell back into the sofa, surely a surprised expression. Obviously, people always made remarks that they wanted to kill you and crap, but he had said this was serious. Why would someone want to kill me, what harm did I do? I was merely just a human, but I did have to admit there wasn't much I could give them to like about me.

"Why?" I questioned, feeling uncertain about what I was saying.

He pursed his thin lips towards me, his jaw hardening. Did he not want to say the answer to my inevitable question, or was I just an agitating, annoying person. I tend to agree with the first part.

"You're human. You pose an apparent threat to us, mainly due to the fact that you-" He pointed a finger towards me, "Are supposed to be a meal to others. Instead you're the person I love."

My eyebrows furrowed, and I leaned back even more into the comfortable cushions. So what he was trying to say, is that vampires see me as a meal yet he's here, keeping me all locked up in this dam house in the middle of no where. Also, how had he known that people hated me, had they come up to him and straight out told him? I haven't been here for long, so how would they know? And what threat would I pose to the vampire race, they could kill me if they wanted. No harm done.

"I'm not a dam threat. If anything, like the supposed to be 'vampires' that you've talked to, I should be the meal." I muttered, knowing he could hear me.

He shook his head towards me, rolling up the sleeves up of his shirt.

"If people found out about you, then the whole vampire race could be uncovered."

"I'm not going to be changed. I don't want to be-" I started, but he quickly shot down my words.

"Sooner or later, you have to be changed. I- We can't-" He sighed in frustration, not being able to comprehend a sentence. I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped me, normal people would look at me like I was crazy if they were in my situation.

But they weren't, in fact no one except these guys and some vampires knew about what really was happening.

The sunlight came through the window, streaming onto the both of us. Unlike some movies, I won't mention them, vampires don't sparkle. In any case, Louis looked impossibly paler.

"Soon." He subsided the growing arguement, and I silently thanked him for that.

I didn't want to talk about being a vampire, the idea seemed horrible and filled my stomach with churns. Never, could I ever, be a vampire. Not to be offensive to the guy I had mixed feelings about sitting next to me, but the way he said being a vampire was terrible. The people around you that you loved or cared or both would grow older, and die, and you would still be stuck in a frozen state of never growing older, never changing.

That alone gave me shivers down my spine, and I shook my head towards my own thoughts.

"Why couldn't I have been normal." I mumbled, standing up as I walked over to the bathroom. When he said soon, he basically was stating that I would be changed soon, and my thoughts were inquiring on how long soon would be. A few days? Weeks? Months? Perhaps, even minutes?

I swallowed hard, glancing up at myself in the mirror. My image was horrid, and to say the least distorted. My hair was tangled, my eyes had slight purple bags underneath them and no trace of make up that would cover my imperfections. Repulsive, just like anything you would hate. Who knows, maybe Louis was faking it when he said he thought I was his mate.