Thou Shall Not Fall

Chapter 22

Samantha’s Outfit:http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=80776565

It was the next day and I was in the kitchen with Louis, sitting on one of the counter tops staring off into space. I had become very fond of the boys. Louis in particular, he was funny and almost made me feel normal. I had spent most of the morning with him because I didn’t have much to do.

“Hey Lou?” I asked as I swung my legs back and forth like a child.

“What babe?” He asked smiling warmly at me.

I had been getting to know the boys a lot, mainly because Harry was out finding himself something (or someone) to eat, and I had nothing better to do, but also because I was genuinely curious. I did feel a tad bit nosy though. “If Liam sired Harry, and you sired the rest of the boys, then who sired you?”

“Humans aren’t the only ones that can have dead beat Dads.” He smirked but at the same time I could tell the conversation was bothering him. “I was twenty when I was turned. Drunk off my ass, and roaming in an alleyway. I was mugged and left to bleed out, and when I woke up…I was like this…and the first person I ever ate was the man that left me to die.” He clenched his jaw and sighed. “My sire never searched for me…left me to fend for myself…which is the worst thing you can do to your progeny.”

“Why do you say that? “I asked.

He sighed once again before jumping up on the counter next to me. “The bond between a sire and their progeny is sacred. I had no one, no one to explain to me what I was, it was terrifying. It was even more terrifying that I no longer had a family…”

“So what did you do?”

A big grin spread across his face and when he looked at me he had a sparkle in his eyes. “I made my own. I found Liam, dying of plague, and changed him. Then I made the code…and then the rest of the boys…and I was finally happy.”

I nudged him gently and laughed. “You love your boys.” I smiled.

“I do.” He laughed with me.

I heard the front door slam and both Louis and I jumped. Louis hopped down from the counter and scoffed. “Uh oh, Hazza’s home.” He smirked.

“Uh oh? Why uh oh?” I asked.

He looked at me and tried his hardest not to laugh. “When Harry feeds…he tends to be a bit…aggressive…”

“Aggressive? Like mean?”

“Um…no…You’ll see…” He snickered.

I hopped off the counter and before I knew it pair of hands was wrapped tightly around my waist. Harry was standing behind me with his face buried in my neck and pressing his body tightly into my backside.

“I missed you.” He whispered huskily into my ear.

I pushed him away and turned around. I stared at him like he was insane and raised my voice. “Um, what are you doing?” I asked, a bit shocked by his forwardness.

“This is what I meant.” I heard Louis chuckle behind me.

Harry’s eyes were the darkest that I’ve ever seen. His eyelids hooded and his crooked smirk playing on his lips. His curls were disheveled and his clothes were slightly dirty. I would be lying if I said seeing him in this state wasn’t a turn on. Especially with that intense stare he was giving me. He walked towards me and once again snaked his hands around my waist. Kissing my neck softly before whispering in my ear. “I’m just really wound up love, mind helping me relax?” He said almost in a giggle.