When The Stars Come Out. -On Hold-

Chapter 3

Delilah's POV:

I was so hungry but I was tired and I felt very sick. I wonder what was in that cougar's blood stream that could give off this effect towards me. Well anyway, it has been a couple of hours since those boys locked me in this room. I already hate it. I want blood but not animal blood, I want human blood. I want to suck all of them boys dry but every time I try too I always fail. Every time I try it also feels like there is a force in my non-beating heart that is telling me not too. I just want to get out of this room.

I go and sit on the bed and just think. I think about what would be happening right now if I didn't kill my parents. I wonder what would be happening if I stayed human/goddess. Would I be living a life of riches or would I be living a live with the poor. What would of happened if I didn't run away. Does my family care that I'm gone? Why is it that when you are sitting on your bed or laying on your bed that you have all of these thoughts about life?

I need to pee. I walked over to the door and I bang on the iron bars. I shout out profanities because the bars burn my hands. Yep, not trying that again that's for sure. I have to remember their names in order to get their attention. I think 1 of their names was Hagred? No no no, it wasn't Hagred. Was it Henry? I think it was. Meh, worth a shot.

"HENRY! PLEASE LET ME OUT I NEED TO PEE." I shout at the top of my lungs.

I heard a bunch of laughs. Darn! That wasn't his name. What was his name then? When someone hushed them all it made me feel very embarrassed. If they needed to be hushed then it must of been very, very far off. I heard someone walking down the stairs and instantly ran over to the doors. I saw the guy with the blonde hair. He was very handsome if I say so myself. OMG! what the hell am I saying? Just don't worry about that last comment. I didn't mean it. He was walking very slowly towards the door and I saw a silver-ish key in his hand.

"Please don't try to run away" He said. He is Irish, you can tell by his accent. In return to his weary comment I nodded. I was gonna try, but what's the use? I don't have any place where I belong and these guys could be my next meal when I'm hungry. So I won't run, I'll do the smart thing and actually pee. He was opening the door and as soon as it was open he flinched back and held his arms in front of his face.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I questioned trying to hold back my laughter. He separated his arms so that he could see.

"I was just standing here and you flinched back. It's not like I'm going to do anything" yet. I kept the last part to myself. He just laughed nervously and gestured for me to go first. I smirked and curtsied and began to walk up the stairs. I heard a chuckle erupt inside of his throat so I looked back and he was looking towards the ground while shaking his head.

We reached the top of the stairs and I caught a glimpsed of the other boys faces and I turned towards the Irish boy. He had a look of some sort of guilt or something like that plastered on his face. So to try and change the amount of tension that was in the room I cleared my throat and asked: "Um, so, where about is the toilet?"

The Irish boy dropped his stare from the others and locked eyes with me. He mouthed a 'thank you'. I, in return mouthed a 'Your welcome.'. We were stuck in some sort of stare and no matter how much I tried to get out of it I couldn't. It was as if it was only him and I in the room until someone had to break the feeling.

"It's just up the stairs and then you turn left and it is the third on your right." The curly haired boy said. I gave him a mental glare but thanked him.

I walked up the stairs and as soon as I reached the top I heard hush-toned words. I can't be bothered eavesdropping since I really, really need to pee. OK so I'm pretty sure he said to turn right. So I did and I was walking down the rather long hall and I saw a door coloured green, white and orange. This must be the Irish boy's room, so me being me I walked in. I walked in and saw many discs. Guess he likes music. OK he has a point in my good books right now. I saw a book on his desk so I had to go see what it was. On the front it said: 'Niall's portfolio.' He has a portfolio? I open it and he has many unfinished drawings. I turn a couple of pages and admire his sketches. I turn another page and the contents of it was amazing but at the same time petrifying. It was me, but I was a human. I heard someone clear their throat and I immediately turn around and he was standing their.

"You are an amazing artist" I whispered.

"Thanks, this doesn't look like peeing." He said. that reminded me and I really needed to pee now. I sprinted out of the door and I ran to the 3rd on my right and it was thankfully the toilet. I sat down and peed but when I wiped I was very surprised. I had blood on the toilet paper. but-what-uh. That is impossible. I'm not growing therefore I can't get my period. I put the toilet paper that was used in the toilet and got more. I wiped again and there was more blood. How?

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So how did you like this chapter? I know it is a bit disgusting but she is growing *wink wink* Well anyway I know the goal wasn't reached but I don't want to be one of them authors so there won't be any goals anymore. I will try and update tomorrow, but it doesn't look good cause my nephew has measles and I have to look after him. Since now I'm living with my sister. Long story. BYE! As I said before I will try to update but the chances aren't very big. Bye again.

-Taylah