The World Now - H. S

The Truth

Roses P. O. V

"Sir, dinner is ready. Would you like us to serve it now. " a short blonde woman appeared the moment we arrived.

"Yes" he was blunt while she walked ahead leading us into the huge dinning room. I was starving sure, but my sleep level was higher than my hunger at this point. Harry pulled a chair out for me while I sat down, loving when he did even the smallest things for me. The same maid came out asking about the wine, when suddenly I remembered the old butler asking the same question on my first night here. I haven't seen him until that night, I wonder where he went?

"Rose?"

"Huh, yes?" I looked up at him to see his eyes narrow slightly.

"What was bothering you earlier?" He was serious and I had completely forgotten what I was thinking about when it slowly started resurfacing.

"I um forgot" I tried playing the dumb card but knowing him he wouldn't allow it.

"Rose. " he sounded threatening like a father almost.

" Umm... I can't remember " I stared at the seat across from me fidgeting with my fingers under the table. Suddenly he appeared in the chair I had my eyes fixated on. Green hypnotizing me, he was staring straight into my eyes...

" Shit " the word slipped from my lips and I saw his hand clench but before any of us could move the maids flashed the food before us walking back out into the kitchen. I sighed sipping some of the wine before having the strength to look back up at him.

"I was thinking about my town, not far from here" I looked down at my lap recalling how scared I was when it got dark or how terrified every child's face seemed during the day when we received them from god knows where.

"We lived in fear and were terrified to even leave the building even when we were starving. I was alone and scared until I was numb just sleep walking through life. " I shifted uncomfortable, still feeling his intense gaze.

"But here, for the first time I've herd someone laugh, I've herd my own laugh. You all smile and joke around, even embarrass one another like a family. Willingly able to walk around freely without a care in the world while people like me are out there suffering, dieing. It just hurts for me to remember it all, but when I look at you-" I looked up seeing his expression soften from the last glance I saw.

"It all washes away and I feel okay, but the pain of others is still in the back of my mind, like a scare that heals but won't completely disappear." He looked down at the table breaking our eye contact. It was silent for a moment, for a long while actually. Thinking he wasn't going to speak I opened my mouth to say more but his voice only filled the room.

"We kill people Rose. Good, innocent, loving people like you and no matter how much I've tried to not do it my urges, natural calling to kill will always surface. When I first saw you my first thought was to dig my teeth into your blood soaked neck. Craving the warmth to run down my throat and to never stop until you were completely drained and I was satisfied. Your smell alone was so addicting that the only reason I got to you so fast was because I thought of how pleasuring it would be to tear you limb by limb sucking the life out of every part of you until there was literally nothing left. " he leaned his head back in his chair and I saw a glimpse of his eyes. Swirled in red wanting to take over.

"But you didn't. Why?" My voice was faint barely audible.

"Because just before I was about to kill you, you said 'Please, help me'. For some reason your voice alone soothed me and the trance that had such a tight grip on me dissolved. I couldn't believe how beautiful you were, and how seductively luring your blood was. " he sighed deeply looking back at me to see the red that once over took his eyes were washing away before me.

"I'm trying to say that I will always try and protect you even from myself. But I'm afraid that deep inside me there is something that is waiting to take pleasure in killing you. And that this relaxed state you feel when you see me isn't what I want. Because if one day I suddenly lose control I don't want to see you dead with your blood surrounding me"

"But Harry I-"

"If that were to happen your memory would haunt me until the end of time. We don't walk around freely and we aren't happy. It's just a facade to hide the fact that we are suffering from the killing we've done to sustain our own existence. All the lives we've taken follow us around till this day, those people in our army aren't good people. They kill everyday just like the rest of us " Harry had suffered, from Kendall to his victims to the guilty pleasure of wanting more blood. My heart aches in such pain that all I wanted to do was reach over and hold him. Cry in his place, wanting to take it all away and give him my own life.

"You and every other vampire were once someone before becoming this. You're not a monster Harry, that urge to kill can not conflict any harm without you giving in and doing so. I know you will never hurt me because I know that you are stronger than the natural calling for blood. I don't know what kind of person you were before this but from what I can tell is that you'd rather put your life before anyone else's. " I quietly spoke knowing every word we've spoken was the hard truth but he just doesn't know that with all of this doom and fate for hell there has to be some kind of hope. A chance for things to be set straight.

"That's enough, eat before your food gets cold" he wanted to let this topic go but how could I if there are people out there hurting for no good reason. I looked down not feeling hungry anymore but I forced my mouth open knowing if I didn't do so it would only make him more upset. We sat in silence only having my fork scrapping against the plate echo faintly.

"I've tried everything from animal blood to Professor Ashton making supplements that taste vaguely similar to blood but our bodies reject it involving in us throwing it up" he explained and I knew he tried. Maybe even for many centuries all he has done was try and find another way but there isn't one. The maid came out pouring me more wine then leaving us to resume this silence.

"Harry?" I looked up to see him shift his gaze from his blood filled wine glass to me.

"I can't explain it, but I know that things will be okay. That some how all this pain and misery will go away and everyone will be alright. You tell me to trust you and I do but now I need you to trust me about this" he looked at me like I was a child speaking about an imaginary friend that was never there, laughing faintly.

"Okay" he nodded and I smiled hoping that over time he will believe me, that maybe in my life time or maybe even at all, I am right about this.