Loneliness H.S

Chapter Twenty Eight

The gun is pointing straight at Harry's heart, making my whole body freeze in panic. What is going on? Harry dosen't look scared, but I know he is. He has always been good at hiding emotions, but after spending this much time with him I have learned to look past that, to see his true emotions. Liam looks satisfied with the situation, as if getting to do something he has been wanting to do for a long time.

I take a quick look around, and see Louis, and Alexandra tied up in a chair along the wall. Louis is being held down by simple ropes, but Alexandra is tied down with chains seeing as she is much stronger than a normal human being. They are both quiet, but the fear on their face can be seen a mile away, not having any idea what to do.

"So nice of you to join us." Liam speaks up, and breaks the tense silence hanging over us all. His mood is too light for someone pointing a gun at a person, and that scares me more. Seeing as he is so calm it shows that this is far from the first time, and the smile on his face is making me think it won't be the last either.

I walk closer to Harry standing at the bottom of the stairs, and look back over at Liam positioned in the middle of the living room.

"Liam, what are you doing?"I try keeping my voice as calm as possible, not wanting the situation to get too out of hand.

"Just shut up, and stand over there." He is having none of me, nodding his head to the right where Louis, and Alexandra are sitting tied up.

I am terrified to talk next, but I know I have to. So I decide not to listen to him, and get some answers instead. "No, I'm not going to listen to you before you tell me why the hell you are doing this." My voice is stubborn showing him that I really mean what I said, but he only rolls his eyes at me.

"In case you forgot, he is a vampire, and for that he deserves to die." He simply says as if that was all the reason he needed for ending this persons life.

"There has to be another reason, because that is not a valid one." I know that can't be it. No sane person kills someone for a reason like that.

"He has something I want." Liam explains looking at Harry with hateful eyes. I don't know if this thing really means something to him, or if he just really wants it.

"And what can that possibly be?" Harry says speaking up for the first time. His voice is surprisingly calm for a person that has a gun pointing at their heart. His voice doesn't falter once, he just let the words roll effortlessly of his tongue.

"Actually, you have it." Liam's eyes are now on me, and the look in his eyes makes goosebumps raise on my arms. His stare alone can do this, his gun never aims at anything else other than Harry's heart, but only his eyes are enough to scare me. "But you have to make it work first." He explains further looking back at Harry.

"What are talking about?" Every part of this was confusing. What could I possibly have that he wants this much? What is so important that it makes someone do something like this. "And besides, you know you can't kill him with just a gun anyway, so just put it down, and stop this." I say trying to talk some reason into him. Harry can't die from a single bullet.

"The gun may be ordinary, but it's the bullet that's truly special." He explains. He looks confident knowing he has this advantage. Just by a little push of Liam's finger Harry can die. The thought keeps building up in my head, realizing that I can actually lose Harry if Liam feels like it. Tears are building up, but in a situation like this, crying is the least of my problems, so I push back the tears, and keep a straight face. "You know that, right Harry? My great grandfather killed your fiancé with one like this I believe." He speaks up again. The anger on Harry's face becomes more visible then ever, the reminder of his dead fiancé bringing rage to almost pour out of him. He knows he can't do anything, but it's more than clear that he wants to.