After that incident in the university and seeing Killian transform into a monster... I decided to ignore Killian for 3 weeks, in my spare time I would do research... to find out what Killian really is and why is he like this... as I was ignoring Killian for the past 3 weeks, I have come to know that...I have fallen in love with him... I know we've been friends but I can't shake him off, he is charming and perfect for me... I just can't trust him at the moment but I do love him. He saved my life from his brother, he got that smile that would make any girls drool but I know that smile was for me... Does he love me back? Well, keep reading on...
19th October 2009
"Lisa, are you okay babes?" Holly asked concerned, sitting at the edge of my bed "You haven't been speaking to Killian since that accident we had 3 weeks ago, is everything okay with you guys?"
I smiled back to Holly "Yes... me and Killian...are fine, just got caught up in work and research..." "Well okay then, you want me to fix you up some dinner? We're having Spaghetti Bolognese tonight! Our favourite!"
"Great..." Holly left the room towards to the kitchen while I turned back to the laptop screen, researching 'Killian Henry James Green' in the search box...
Clicking on the first tab on the screen, there were an article which saw and explained about him in the 1920's having his photo taken with a unknown girl at a bar somewhere in London, I gasped at the sight of Killian in the photo... he hasn't aged a day! He looked the same except his hair was curlier and longer back then...
Then I researched on what I shouldn't have done... vampires. You see when I was younger about 11-12 my father was a hunter, famous for all his killings on monsters such as vampires, werewolves and ghosts and all sort of supernatural beings.
He would often tell me stories on what he does each night while away on hunting, that was the last time I saw him, he was mauled by a werewolf that night I turned 13... leaving me and my mum devastated.
Now my mother got re-married to a guy that I barely know when I was 16, he was a nice guy called Steve but he can never replace my father, she lives in London now with him and his children (Not my mum's as I'm the only child but just Steve's) which I sometimes comes down to visit.
Clicking the first and later on second link about vampires I found on a search engine on my slightly slow laptop.
I found out what characteristics vampires have when they start to turn upon seeing blood and getting angry. The article reads:
"Vampires are like monsters but some vampires can be consumed by extreme bloodlust, when they are around a person with the urge to drink their blood, they will slowly devour their prey. Often they enchant their prey, hypnotising them with their alluring gaze.
Often when they are thirsty, their reflection in the mirror is either translucent or non-existent. Often they will then find themselves on the hunt for blood.
They will often avoid the sunlight for the sun itself burns their skin, a parasol or umbrella maybe significant enough to protect them. Often however they will avoid large crowds as they stand out for their skin is often pale and their eyes bright"
I gasped at the revelation... those red eyes of Killian, his bloodlust, the veins under his eyes... it all make sense... Killian is a vampire and so must be his brother...
I printed out the article which featured Killian in the 1920's and got the completed paper out from the printer and I will decide to confront him the truth about him and possibly Matthew being vampires. I will do that tomorrow, I will not admit my feelings for Killian till I get to the bottom of this but once I do... then I will admit my feelings for Killian.

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My Vampire Romance {ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!}
RomanceCover by ajblackthorn. My name is Lisa and I have a story to tell. I am a university student and before you think this is going to be a simple university romance, let me tell you that you are wrong. This is not some university romance, gone right o...