She's Afraid // Louis

Chapter 17{Golden Yarn}

LOUIS'S P.O.V

Golden Yarn was truly hard to find. I had already searched through five bins, and there was none of the peculiar yarn. What did she want to try knitting for, anyways? I mean, I guess I get that sometimes people get bored, but knitting? Harley didn't seem like that kind of girl.

Frustration coursed through my veins. Sighing, I poked my head up, making sure Harley was still there. I scanned the small shop, frowning when I didn't see her auburn red hair. Surely she would be in here; she would know better than to just leave.

I dropped the bin I had been searching, getting up quickly and making my way around the shop. It was annoying, to walk at what seemed like an incredibly slow walk, but humans were here and I don't think I would like to cause a commotion.

The old lady at the front stared at me, as if she didn't trust me, which was odd. Her gray-streaked brown hair was piled on top of her head, thick glasses resting on the tip of her sharp pointed nose. Fine lines were engraved into her face, clearly aged.

"Looking for something, young fellow?" She said, her tone suspicious and inquiring.

I turned to face her, slumping my shoulders slightly to appear more human-like.

"Just looking for someone. Did you happen to see the red haired girl I had with me leave?" I gulped down the burning ache in my throat, the stench of blood coursing through her veins very strong.

The Lady continued to stare at me, hard, until setting her feet onto the ground, the large counter suddenly appearing to almost be taller than her. Stepping down from it, she came to stand in front of me, clutching her long cardigan closely to her.

"I know your kind always take advantage of the girls. Convince 'em that you're some god or somethin'. That girl wandered off from 'ere, I don't know where. Probably to get away from you. She's smart, if she did." She said, anger hinting in her western accented voice.

I stared at her incredulously. How could she know who, or what I was? I hadn't slipped up on anything, I was wearing my contacts. No inhumane speed had been shown, at all. My fangs - they couldn't possibly be out.

"Surely you need to check on what meds you need to take, lady." I mumbled, ducking my head down and quickly exiting the shop.

Pausing, I let my senses take control. Right away, her scent of lavender body wash and raw wood still lingered. Of course, I thought, lavender. She always had that scent on her, never going away. The forest-y aroma was probably from the woods we had visited.

I didn't take any second of hesitation to follow her, reaching a red mailbox sitting just outside the shop. There, her scent was strong, but the oddness wasn't that. It was odd, because that's where it ended; like she had vanished into thin air. Any traces or leads came to an abrupt stop.

If she was in the mailbox, that would be a pretty dumb idea. The hoodie on me suddenly felt too warm, even if I never felt cold or hot. It was just the uneasy, panicky expression. Where would she have gone? Surely she didn't disappear into thin air. She had to be somewhere, she had to.

HARLEY'S P.O.V

Waking up. To any other normal person, waking up is a nuisance. Why would you want to crawl out of the soft, comfortable sheets and fluffy pillows just to venture into your day?

But when I woke up, I wasn't expecting what I was about to see.

It was just like the day of the accident, my father's brown hair hanging loosely in his also brown eyes, his broad shoulders from lifting all the steel and heavy metal at his factory. Years of hard work lined his face with fine wrinkles, and the smile crinkles near his eyes. He had always been, happy, always taking my mom out for dinner on date night to fancy places.