Vamped (A Liam Payne Fan Fiction)

Chapter Ten: Good News

Izzy's P.O.V

Ring

Ring

The phone rang twice before Liam picked up.

"Hey!" He greeted me in his usual happy tone.

"Hiya, are you at your house alone or....?" I asked him.

"Um, yeah. Why?" He replied.

"I need to talk to you."

"Why? What's wrong? And I have something to tell you as well." He told me and his tone became more excited.

"Okay, I'll be over in a minute." I informed him.

Just as I was about to hang the phone up Liam asked me one more question. "Paige, are you breaking up with me?"

I sighed. "No, I'll see you in a bit Liam. Love you." And with that, I pressed end call.

I quickly put my thin purple Adidas jacket on before making my way out into the windy day. Not that I really needed the new jacket anyway. My soft blonde hair hung loosely way past my shoulders and it blew back gently in the wind as I walked faster.

Should I tell him? This early? He had his whole life ahead of him, though. He didnt want some vampire in the way, spoiling his chances. I know that I wouldnt anyway. But I'd never felt proper love like this. My mother always said to me that if you love someone then you will stay by their side no matter what and do anything for them. This, however, was a different matter. I'm pretty sure my mother would of chucked my father straight out onto the streets if he were a cold, blood sucking vampire. Im also sure that my father would do the same to her.

He was called Peter and he was very, very strict about things such as the supernatural and mythical. If you so much as muttered the word ghost or something of the sort then you would be sent straight up to bed with no supper. I really dont know what it was that made him so frightened and strict about things like that. From a very young age I can always remember hearing the sound of slow, steady footsteps going up and down the creaky stairs in the middle of the night. It wasnt this that was the peculiar part, though. It was the fact that whoever was pacing up and down the stairs would always miss the bottom two steps. Always.

When I told father about this the first time I heard it I remember the grave look that clouded over his rosy face. From that day forward we always had a charm on the front door which was supposed to keep the evil from coming through. I would still hear the ghost going up and down the stairs, though. Every night I would quietly wait, hiding under my bed covers and try to get to sleep before it started. I would imagine it was comimg to get me but it always stopped just outside my door where the widely spaced landing was at the top of the stairs and then go back down, repeating this pattern all night. That was only one example though and it scared me completely all through my childhood.

I remember one day when I had just turned fourteen my best friend at the time, Emily, brought her brothers Ouija board over for us to try out. We found it very funny but my father saw it as no joke. He threw it across the room in a rage and made Emily and I chuck it into the local river, never to be seen again. He wasnt always like that, though. I suppose he just feared for his families safety. I could wrap my father round my little finger. Sadly, my younger brother, James, had unfortunately died within the first six months of the World War One aged just seventeen. I was all my mother and father had left and they certainly cherished me. I got spoilt every week with sweets, small pocket sized dolls, beautiful clothes and books to pore over. I wondered what my mother and father would think of their 'precious princess' and 'angel' now. They would be ashamed to even look at me. At least that was one thing I was one hundred percent sure of.

Liam opened the door and hugged me tightly before we walked into the living room together. This could be the last hug you get. A cold voice whispered in my head, making me jump fearfully. Luckily, Liam didnt notice.

I slowly sat down next to him on the creamy coloured sofa, we  turned to each other and he held both my delicate looking hands in his strong, tanned ones. The truth was though, my hands were impossibly strong. Stronger than any human being living. The only person I would ever find who was stronger than me would be another of my own kind. It was weird, vampires looked fragile, easily breakable but really they were the strongest predators to ever live. I breathed in slightly and caught the lovely aroma of Liam's rich smelling blood. I had learnt to control myself over the years though. I no longer felt the need to bite someones head off to ease my thirst. I didnt even feel the thirst in my dry throat. All I felt at that moment in time was the over whelming love I had for Liam and how lucky I was that he loved me back.

"Savour this moment"

The voice hissed again. Was it just me or did the voice sound horribly real. The words echoed in my head.

"What did you want to tell me, babe?" Liam's question brought me back to earth and I smiled at his perfect face.

"You go first." I told him.

"Okay! You're going to love this!" He enthused. "We're leaving here in two weeks because we've done the recording for our new album and everything and you and Izzy can come with us in the tour bus for a month when we do one more mini tour!" He grinned widely and patiently waited for my reaction.

I stared at him open mouthed for a second. "Wow! No way! Thats amazing!" I squealed. Even though I had lived (Well died) nearly a century, I had never been on tour with the world biggest boyband!

"And then the tour will be finished and I will be able to spend time with you. If thats what you want." He smiled again, his eyes crinkling up because he was so happy. My content smile matched his. I was over the moon! I couldnt actually believe it! Izzy would be so delighted!

I hugged him, never wanting to let go. "Of course it's what I want. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." I gushed.

Oh, really? Why dont you tell him the truth? You cant spend the rest of your life with him. You cant even have eternity with him because he is not one of us.

The voice raised it's volume, desperate to be heard and get a reply or a reaction. I pretended not to hear it. It was probably just me being paranoid, I thought to myself.

"Me too. I couldnt think of anything better." He gazed into my eyes and gently took my face in his warm hands as he kissed me. When he slowly pulled back he suddenly looked as if he remembered something. "Now what was it that you wanted to tell me?" He asked.

"Oh, it was nothing. Just that I think Niall and Izzy may start dating." I informed him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him many more times.

He laughed and kissed me again. "We should all go on a double date."

I put on a thinking face as I considered it. "Yes, we should."

"Tomorrow night?"

"Perfect." I smiled and carried on kissing Liam.