*Aurora's POV*
I was panicking in my room, pacing back and forth.
I've tried everything to just calm down, but my mind is full of unanswered questions.
Where did he get his blood? Who knew about this? Are there anymore people like him- that he knows? Why do raisin cookies sometimes look like chocolate chip cookies?
What if he hurts George?
I can't let him do that. He may be a little brat, but he's still my brother.
I need to grow some. I need to go down there, and have a little talk with Zayn.
I'm gonna do that...
"Dinner's ready!" Zayn shouted from downstairs.
I can't do this! Forget all that crap I said.
But you can't stay here forever
I know that, subconscious.
Okay, I'm going down there.
I rushed down the stairs, and into the kitchen, thinking of what I should say.
When I arrived, Zayn looked up at me, actually staring.
I walked over to the dinner table, where George was already seated, eating his dinner dotingly.
I sat down at the table, Zayn placing a plate of food in front of me carefully.
Grow some, Aurora...
"Zayn, we need to talk." I said plainly.
At least I said something.
After George ate, he sat there staring at us expectedly.
"What?" I finally asked him, giving him a look.
I needed to speak with Zayn, privately.
Zayn stood up calmly, looked George in the eyes.
"Go to your room." He ordered George, and immediately he walked to his room like he was in some kind of trance.
Did Zayn do that?
When he was out of sight I began my interrogation.
"Your not going to hurt me, are you?"
Wow! What a great start for an interrogation...
"No, no, no." He answered, staring at me like I was the weird one..
He just kept staring, so I kept the questions going.
"Did you do that?" I questioned, pointing to the staircase- referring to George.
"Um, yeah." He was starting to feel uncomfortable, and I think I know why.
He walked closer to where I was sitting.
"I'm not going to tell anyone."
A thought came to mind.
"It's weird. How I was so scared. I was in my room freaking out, when I didn't even realize the one, big thing I had hanging above your head." I pronounced every word slowly and carefully, chuckling a bit at the end of my sentence.
I knew his secret.
I know he could probably just kill me right now, but my death would be weird....
When someone finds my body, what can they say?
I died with two fang marks on my neck? Everyone would just go crazy!
Unless he stabs me with a knife, or shoots me with a gun or something, he can't kill me. He probably doesn't have the guts to do it..
I bet there are others like him, and they wouldn't want their secret out, would they?
"So.....the drink you were drinking the other day, was it .....blood?"
I couldn't imagine drinking someone's blood...
"Yup. I don't kill people though, if that's what your thinking. It's too much work. All of that could wait for later." He said the last sentence quietly.
What does he mean by that? All of that could wait for later...
I pushed the thought aside, and focused on the task at hand, finding the answers for the questions that were clouding my mind.
"Where do you get the blood from?"
"I have a friend at the hospital. He knows about this, and he sneaks some blood bags out for me. We even have a little schedule, and no one notices."
Uh-huh?
"One last question. How did you do that?" I pointed to the staircase, again, referring to George.
Is that some kind of power?
"It's just a thing I can do.... I can make anyone do anything I want.." He looked down, staring at the ground.
I hope he hasn't used it on me....
Do other vampires have the same power, or a different power?
Are there others?
Just as he was about to walk away I interrupted.
"Are there others like you?" I raised my eyebrows, staring at his clothed back.
He turned around slowly, a low chuckle escaping his lips. A dangerous smirk was on his face.
His look was overall, terrifying.
"Many others." He answered me, his voice suddenly sounding....dark?
I don't know.. This is all wrong.
Vampires shouldn't exist...
I remember being a child. Everyone told me monsters, including vampires, didn't exist. It took me some time, but I eventually believed.
This is all wrong.
"I'm going to bed." I mumbled, and ran to my bedroom before he could say anything.
This day is over. I took a shower, hoping it would wash away my worry, and got dressed in my pajamas. I grabbed my headphones, blasting some calm soothing music, I slowly drifted into a dark abyss of sleep, forgetting all my stress.
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I took forever to update... My internet was being a booger...
Anyways, just so you know, the video I posted with this, is not to hate on One Direction. It's just for laughs, and it most definitely isn't real.
I was rushing this chapter, and it isn't edited.....
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