A Daywalker's Diary

How much you change

Entry 15:

When I was little Mum would always tell me stories on how she fell in love with my dad. She'd tell me how they first met, and how they started dating in High School. Then, she'd tell me that they marked each other when they were in College, and soon got married. It was quite the love story. When I was little, I didn't understand that before you meet your other half, you get painful experiences. I've never dated anyone, so I shouldn't know, right? No. I know of these things. My sister's have gone through the pain, and all I remember feeling... was anger and hatred. All I wanted to do was let the wolf take over and kill those stupid guys. For a while, I even hated every guy I saw or met. It's stupid, but I wanted to protect myself and my sisters. This eventually faded as time passed. I guess it's fine since I grew to like someone. It's funny how much you change once you like or even love someone. 

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I could feel the blood leaving my body. I couldn't even see straight. It was like I was drunk. I felt Zavier's head snap back, and my eyes shot open. I looked up to see him leaning against the wall across from me. He covered his face with his hands. The top of his shirt was covered with some of my blood. The scent of blood was still evident. Zavier's hand clenched into a fist, and he punched the wall beside him, leaving a large hole in the wall. "...I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me..." he said. He looked up at me, and I could see the pained expression on his face. I heard footseps running towards. 

Suddenly, Zavier was thrown to the other side of the alley. My eyes widened in shock, and I looked up to see Vince standing there. Vince stood me up, and held onto my hand. "I knew I should've stayed behind! Let's go Dusk, we're leaving!" Vince yelled. I haven't seen Vince this upset, since when we were little. He's usually a pretty laid-back. I could feel him tremble in anger, and his hand tightened around mine. I let out a small yelp, and he let go, looking at me with concern. He glared over at Zavier, who stayed quiet. "You, why did you do this?!" Vince exclaimed. Zavier slowly stood up, "I didn't mean to..." he started. "What the hell does that mean?! 'I didn't mean to'? Obviously you knew what the hell you were doing!!!" Vince yelled again. 

My legs were still weak, and I dropped to the floor. Zavier took a step forward, "Don't even touch her!" Vince said. Vince helped me up, and turned to walk out of the alley. "I won't tell this to her family, but I won't have her be treated as your food either. You can still stay, but I don't want you in my sight when I'm with her," Vince said, calming down a little. I wasn't able to say anything. I wanted to scream out to Vince, telling him it was okay... but I couldn't. Wait... Vince is furious, but he's stilling being kind... he's giving Zavier the benefit of the doubt... Vince and I walked in the shadows of the buildings, and he cleaned up the blood. 

"I-I'm sorry..." I mumbled. Vince turned to me, "Why are you sorry? I should be the one apologizing," he said. I shook my head, "No... you... were forced to hate someone..." I said. Vince didn't say anything, but covered my neck, by lifting up the collar of my jacket. We reached the house, and fortunately, everyone was in their rooms. Vince took me to my room, where I changed as he faced the wall, and then took me to his room. "What am I doing in here?" I asked weakly. Vince handed me some iron pills, and a water bottle. I took the pills and drank the water, sitting down on his bed. 

"I don't want you to be alone. I should've seen something coming," he said angrily. I sighed, completely exhausted. "There's no way you could've known, even I didn't know," I said. I wasn't exactly mad at Xavier... just a little confused, possibly even scared. "You wouldn't understand, because you've survived without having to drink blood at all," Vince said. I only nodded, and laid down on the bed. Vince was soon next to me, and he hugged me. "How did you know something happened?" I asked. "I could smell your blood from where I was," he answered.I turned, and hugged him back, "Thank you for protecting me, but it's fine," I said. "No. It's not. Now shut up, and sleep," he demanded softly. I laughed, and turned around again, sleep easily taking over me.