~*Louis' POV*~
“what if we get caught?”
“we just have to be careful” Zayn shrugs.
It’s easy for him to say that, he’s not new at this. I am though, it’s not an everyday thing your fangs start growing.
“how did you hide them?”
“they only pop up out of instinct” he starts, “unless you want them to, then they’ll show, you gotta get away from blood principally, that’s the toughest of them all”
“it hurts” I whine, rubbing my closed mouth in order not to hurt my fingers with the sharp intruders.
“of course it hurts! It’s not a normal tooth Louis” he laughs as we get closer to the woods.
It’s dark, and a bit cold. The wind is making me shiver every so often and my hoodie isn’t much of a warming. I seriously can’t believe Zayn’s just wearing short sleeves.
“I don’t like this shit, and I already have these weird instincts…” I admit, scratching my neck.
“see that birdie there?” he whispers, pointing at an owl who was peacefully resting on the branch of a tall tree.
“it’s an owl Zayn” I mutter argumentatively as I look up.
“whatever, if you don’t catch it I will”
“I won’t kill an owl, owls are symbols of wis-”
Too late, the poor animal already is between Zayn’s mouth, letting out a deafening shriek whilst blood drips from the lad’s mouth.
“-dom… ugh Zayn!” I whine, “now I have this weird feeling again”
“here mate, you’re too inexperienced to haunt one yet” he says, handing me the dead animal.
Seeing Zayn like that just makes me want to throw up. There’s blood dripping from his mouth and he’s acting like it’s something so normal, having the fascinating animal in his hand, lifeless and just- I can’t even explain it.
I have to admit though that even if it looks repulsive, I can’t resist the urge to thrust my teeth into the feathers, sucking a little bit of its blood through my tiny fangs.
“there we go… feeling any better?” he smiles, tapping my back slightly.
I run the back of my hand covered by my sleeve and wipe the blood off me, eyeing it closely with furrowed brows.
“I won’t get used to this easily…”
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He Sees Through Me Like Broken Glass (A Larry Stylinson Vampire Fan Fiction)
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