Halestorm [DISCONTINUED]

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S O P H I A

I woke up in Luke's bedroom again. He was unconscious on his bean bag. He looked so peace full and handsome.

I shifted and immediately winced in pain. A sharp pain ran through the right side of my neck. I touched the spot where it hurt the most and yelped.
I pulled my hand away to find it was bloody. I gasped and wiped my hand on my... nightgown? What the hell?

Luke was suddenly sitting down on his bed in front of me. Shock sent shivers down my spine as I jumped back.

"Shhh... It's okay." His voice was soft and caring. He pushed a strand of loose hair behind my ear and then placed his hand carefully on my wound.
I groaned and jerked away. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me so I was inches away from his face.

"Do you want me to make it better or not?" He asked sternly.

I frowned and nodded. He brought his wrist to his mouth and bit down, drawing blood. I gasped and he put his wrist up to my chapped lips.

"Drink... It'll be okay..." He mumbled.

I sucked on his wrist, bringing the blood into my mouth. I swallowed a little and almost threw up. I pulled away and wiped my blood stained lips with the back of my hand.

I felt the wound on my neck tingle and brought my hand to it once more. There was no more blood, other than the crusted, dried blood that adorned my neck.

I smiled at him. Still not processing what he did.
When I did, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Did he just feed me his blood? And it healed me?

Panic scorched my chest. Luke looked at me with concern glimmering in his baby blue eyes.

"Wait. What the fuck are you?!" I flinched back until I hit the bed frame with a thud.

"It's okay. I can explain!" He held his hands up in front of him, motioning me to calm down.
"I won't hurt you. I promise, Sophia. Just... Listen..."
I calmed masked down a little and nodded, slowly. He scooted closer to me.

"I am a vampire..." Regret strung through his words and I looked away from him.

After what seemed like hours of silence, I decided just to let him talk to me about what he is. I know, it's crazy. Maybe he is telling the truth...?

"How old are you?" I asked, interrupting his sentence.

"I am 18." He was very hesitant. "I have been 18 for 120 years now..." He looked at me and it sent shivers down my spine.

"Please... Don't hate me." Sadness and hopelessness filled his eyes.

"How am I even going to go used to this? I can't do this, Luke. I-It's just too much." He became interested in his shoes for a moment. A tear rolled down my cheek.

"I saved your life... Please, don't leave me." I shook my head and stood up.

"You lied to me..." I spat and walked out of his room into the hallway where I bumped into Michael.

He scanned my body up and down and smirked.

"Hello..." He mumbled. I looked at myself and realized that I was only in a nightgown. I rushed back into Luke's room.

Heat gathered in my cheeks.

"You forgot something." Luke said, handing me my clothes. I took them hesitantly.

"Luke... I'm sorry..." I looked at him and the room fell silent. We stood there, staring at each other.

That's all I could say was sorry. I know I hurt him. He just saved my life, and all I could say was words filled with hate. Regret engulfed my mind and body.

He suddenly brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and exhaled sharply.

"It's okay... You have a right to be angry at me." He looked at the ground and took a deep breath.

"I know you were just protecting me, Luke. But why?"

"I-I don't know. It just seemed like an instinct to make sure that you're safe..." He glanced at me and quickly looked at his feet again.

I put my clothes on a dresser and hugged him.

"I want you to know, with everything I won't let this go. I mean these words with all my heart and soul." Luke whispered in my ear as he hugged me tightly.

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Edited by StressedoutHarlo