What If.. Larry (Vampire + BoyxBoy )

Chapter Six.

Won't say any comment about the pic. I'm just shocked that I saw it not two days ago..

Song for this chapter is Gingerbread man by Melanie Martinez.

Trigger warning: suicidal thoughts.

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It's been two weeks since the incident. Harry was blatantly avoiding Louis and Louis keeps well, Harry's not sure what he's actually doing. He didn't attend the classes, at least the class he shares with Harry, only once and he was acting weird. The last thing Harry felt is worry towards him, he did bite him for no reason. Then again, Harry is a human who has feelings and probably a big heart that shouldn't care for monsters like Louis but, it's a heart after all.

And the second week wasn't much better. Louis would attend all the classes but not entirely. He would attend for at least the first fifteen to half an hour of the time before leaving abruptly without responding to the professor. Or he would come after the class would hit the thirty-minute mark then leave before the professor could take roll call.

So, Harry being Harry started to worry. He knows that he has absolutely no idea who Louis is, besides the fact that he's a vampire, or what he's been going through. 'Who knows, he might be feeling guilty over what he did to him' Harry's mind thought. Harry shook his head at that thought, a monster like Louis can't possibly feel guilty. But then again, Harry doesn't know him at all and Louis did get upset over Harry calling him a monster. With that in mind, Harry gasped and made up his mind on getting to know Louis even if his mind was screaming at him that it was a bad idea. He can't live with himself knowing that he judged a person based on what he is and not what his personality is. Even though Louis did hurt him Harry is more than willing to put the past behind him and who knows, Louis might be a good person.

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Louis doesn't know what's gotten into him. After the incident with Harry and hearing that word he'd been called with for so long triggered him. He didn't feel right drinking blood even when it wasn't directly from a human. He can't seem to sleep or focus on his classes. He keeps telling himself that it's not a big deal, he's stronger than he was. He isn't the same as he used to back when he was turned.

The first decade was not easy for him. He couldn't stop attacking people in sight. He can never forgive himself for going on a ramp rage and killing over 20 people in a day.

Flashback:

Screams were all he kept hearing. The sound of wood burning and small sheds falling to the ground fueled him. The smell of blood was all he could smell, taste and, feel. People running away from him and the sight of a mother holding her two kids behind a small house was what his eyes fell on. They'll do, he thought.

He hissed at the mother for being stupid and not leaving or letting her kids leave. He charged at her without a second thought; stupid people annoyed him. He heard her scream but didn't care, he heard her kids calling her, she heard them scream as he let his fangs pierce her skin, he heard them scream as their mother's motionless body fell to the ground. He couldn't help the evil smirk that painted his bloody lips and teeth.

He thrived on the scent of blood and the feeling of being in control of someone's life. He breathed and lived on the pain he caused these people. They, after all, didn't think to spare him after they burned his family. They didn't feel anything for his family, they deserve much worse.

He was broken out of his thoughts when he felt someone trying to kick him. He looked down and saw one of the woman's kid is trying to 'hurt' him. Louis chuckled, the sound sending shivers down his own back at how cruel and empty it sounded. He picked up the kid with ease and pinned him to the house that for some reason was still up and intact.