Kidnapping the Psychic (One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 2

I jumped down the porch stairs and ran into some screaming people. What the hell is going on?!? Then I saw them, 5 vampires. Oh yeah, they’re real. My secret has a connection with that too, I’m not one, but still. They all had they’re faces into necks of people. 

“Lilly no!” Chuck yelled pushing me into a bush. I stayed there knowing if I ran they might chase me but if I hide the can sense me, so it was a lose either way.

Chuck ran and shove a black haired and tanned boy away from Lilly who was already dead because I couldn’t sense her heartbeat. He was bawling and the boy with black hair kicked Chuck down. Mitch ran out with a shot gun and shot at a boy with curly hair in the neck. Oh fuck, never shoot a vampire.

The curly haired boy looked Mitch in the eye and then pulled the bullet out of his neck. I watched as Mitch dropped the gun and then looked at the bushes. Our eyes met and I sent him the “You wouldn’t dare” look.

“She’s a witch!” He pointed at me. 

I stood up, “Psychic, I’m a fucking Psychic you little twit faced bitch!” 

“Hey, don’t talk to me like that we had a deal!” He yelled. 

I narrowed my eyes at him and then spat out, “That deal shot to hell now don’t ya think?” 

“What are you talking about?” He asked. 

“Look!” I said pointing at the curly haired boy, “You shot him, you don’t shoot vampires! Idiot!” 

Mitch scoffed and pointed the gun at him, “What happens if I shoot a witch?” He pulled the trigger and I heard the gun got off but someone stuck their hand out and grabbed the bullet that would’ve penetrated my skull.

“What the…?” Mitch started but the curly haired boy attacked him. The curly haired boy made eye contact with me then closed his eyes and I watched Mitch die. That nasty ass motherfucker… sorry for my language. The curly haired boy named is Harry, I learned that just from his eye contact with me.

“Thanks.” I said to who ever caught that bullet, it was a tanned boy, with brown hair, and red eyes but that was because he was drinking blood and was in blood lust.

He nodded, “I’m Louis, are you really a psychic?” 

“Yeah.” I said turning towards him, “You’re lucky you’re a vampire because otherwise that disease you had two-hundred and fourteen years ago was going to kill you.” 

Louis’ jaw dropped, “How did you know?”

“I could know more I just haven’t touched you yet.” I told him.

Harry dropped Mitch and then said, “He tasted like tobacco.”

“Well he smoked.” I said, “And if you didn’t kill him, he would’ve died of lung cancer when he was thirty nine.”

He smiled, “Nice.” 

I felt someone grab my shoulders. Niall, vampire, 106 years-old, his mothers name was Maura and his father’s name was Bobby, he was born on September 3, Virgo, from Ireland…

That’s all I got then someone pulled him away from me. 

“No! Don’t! Not her!” Louis yelled pouncing on Niall. I pulled the dirt from the garden and then threw it over me. I held my breath and thought, ‘Home Home Home’. Then when I opened my eyes, I was there.