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Chapter 12

Chapter 12

June's POV

I wanted to explore around the house more. Meaning, I wanted to know what Louis was hiding from me. I doubt I could be more scared than I already was. After all, what's scarier than being trapped with a vampire with a possibility of death hanging over your head?

Around midnight, I crept out of my room and shut the door as quietly as I could. I knew better now than to escape. Louis saw all. But I didn't care, as long as his fangs stayed away from my neck.

I inched my way down the hallway, towards Louis' room. Don't worry, I wasn't going exploring in there. That would be like asking for a death sentence. As I passed his door, I realized it was open, so I quickened my pace slightly before peeking inside.

Louis was sitting on his windowsill looking outside. The moonlight shining on his face made it practically glow and be outlined against the shadows. He looked both beautiful and terrifying. He was obviously wide awake. I guessed vampires didn't need sleep. He didn't notice me as I drew my head back and continued on, my heart pounding in my chest.

Next to his room was that "DO NOT ENTER" door with the bunches of red, ripped tape. I stared at it for a moment. Then I realized I smelled something terrible. It was so awful it made my nose sting and eyes water. I wrinkled my nose and rubbed my eyes, immediately starting to breathe through my mouth.

The smell was coming from the other side of that door. Do I look inside, or do I move on? Louis told me on my first day here that if I looked inside I would have nightmares forever. I would be scarred. But Louis already did that to me, didn't he? He showed me his true colors and drank my blood. There was nothing more scarring than that.

That's what I thought.

And it's not like Louis would punish me for it. I mean, think about it: aren't horrible nightmares punishment enough?

I pulled back my shoulders, stretching up to my full length, as I glared at the door. I was not afraid. Nothing this door hid could scare me. I was strong.

Smirking with confidence, I put my hand on the handle, and twisted it to the side. I opened the door, and the smell came at me full blast.

It was really dark in there, and I realized that there were no windows. I squinted into the darkness, waiting for my night vision to catch up with my eager eyes.

The stink was stronger than ever, and I could smell it even through my mouth. It made me gag and want to throw up, but I swallowed it back and took quick breaths.

Finally, my eyes adjusted and I took a good look around.

I screamed.

Now, I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting in this room. Something rotting, for sure. What else could explain that smell? But it never really occurred to me that it could be something truly frightening and evil. But it wasn't the objects that were evil, it was the person that left them there.

Surrounding me, all stacked into neat little piles, were bodies of humans. Drained humans. All dead and bloodless. And rotting.

I never stopped screaming as I took a good look at who was once a young man. His hair was clumpy, his skin pale and clammy, and his face....

His face was white as snow, whiter even than Louis', and his eyes were wide open and red. Not vampire-red, but a good enough red. His mouth was open and gaping, and an actual fly buzzed around and landed on his fleshy tongue. His neck was matted with blood. And he was rotting all over. He obviously had been here for a long time.

My throat was dry from screaming so much, so I closed my mouth and swallowed. At that precise moment, I turned around and threw my guts up.

So many dead bodies, all in the same condition, and all because of one man....

"June?" that dreaded voice asked, and I screamed again.

I staggered back, tripped, and scrambled away on my hands and knees. Frightened tears streamed down my face as I hid among the many dead bodies. I was shaking violently, and I couldn't close my eyes. So I fixed them on the floor.

"June?" Louis said again softly. "I told you not to come in here. I'm not going to hurt you."

I felt a hiccup coming on, but I swallowed it down hard, because I knew it would be a viccup. He's lying. He always had and always would.

Was he just too lazy to bury any of these bodies? Did he want to save them for later? At that thought I had to collapse onto my hands and knees and throw up again.

"I can see you," Louis continued. "I know where you are. But I'm not going to get you."

I had no idea what he meant by that. "Get me", like, he's not going to come over and pick me up and carry me away? Or "get me", as in snatch me up and kill me? Or both?

I didn't really care which way it was. I would rather hang around these bodies than be any nearer to him. After all, he did this to them. And he could do the very same thing to me.

"You know why I won't kill you, June?" Louis asked, and I looked up slowly, over the pile of bodies I was hiding behind. He was leaning casually against the doorframe looking around. He purposely seemed to be looking away from the spot I was hiding in.

I didn't reply to his question, though I already knew the answer. He wouldn't kill me because he wanted me for later. An endless supply of blood. He only wanted to torture me.

More tears slid down my face, but my hands were too shaky to wipe them away properly. I ducked my head again.

"It's because you're special," Louis answered his own question. I frowned. I certainly wasn't expecting that. Special? What did he mean by that?

"You're smart, cocky, sarcastic, and hilarious...." His voice trailed off. My heart trembled at the compliments. I felt warm. What the heck?

"And you're beautiful," he added quietly. That time my heart literally froze. Did he just call me beautiful? What was wrong with him? What was wrong with me? Why would a vampire like him call a human like me any of those things? We both must be going insane....

"Chew on that for a while," he said, and then it was silent. I looked up again and saw that he was gone. He had left me alone.

I immediately jumped up and raced back to my room, not even caring that I was causing quite a lot of noise as I went. I collapsed onto my bed and buried my face into my pillow, sobbing quietly. Not over what Louis said, but what he did and I saw.

I was smart? Cocky? Sarcastic? Hilarious? I was beautiful?

Something was going on in Louis' head, and I wasn't sure if I liked it. He could be lying, for his own sake. Or he could be lying so that I suckered up to him and he could kill me.

This was all so confusing....

I was so tired and scared and confused that I closed my eyes and drifted into a dark sleep. In my dreams I was surrounded by blood, zombies, but most importantly, a young, pale, gorgeous man telling me that I was beautiful.