Stranger Things Happen

Chapter Three

Alex's POV

It's been three days since I found out they were vampires and collapsed. I've just been taking it easy, I'm much better now. Niall went out and bought me some clothes, as he's not letting me leave without him and I wasn't well enough to go, so he insisted on going.

I grabbed a pair of red skinny jeans, a black sleeveless shirt and undergarments, then walked over to the bathroom.

The bathroom, like the rest of the room, was black with splatters of red. It had a massive mirror, that hung above a large vanity. A spa bath, with headrests to the right, and toilet to the left. I placed the clothes down on the vanity and locked the door.

I let the bath run as I went over what was going on in my life.

Best friends with Maddy,

Found a bunch of boys in the woods,

They kidnap us and take us to their mansion,

They're freaking VAMPIRES!!!!!,

Now I'm living with them because I 'know too much'.

I stopped the bath before it started to overflow. I chucked my dirty clothes to the floor and descended into the warm, relaxing water as I bathed my body, cleansing each pore.

Once I was finished I got out and drained the bath while drying myself then getting dressed. After about 10 minutes of wearing jeans I quickly discovered that it was way to hot and changed into some red, denim short shorts.

I was sitting on my bed scrolling through my Facebook news feed, when louis came strolling through the door with a smirk on his face.

"Hey." He began.

"Hey. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I replied a little sarcastically.

"Just dropping in. What you up to?"

"Looking at Facebook."

"Coarse, just a word of advice, NEVER cross Niall, you'll regret it." He said as he left my room. What was that about? I shrugged it off and walked into my walk-in wardrobe.

Niall had asked me on a date for tonight, and told me to wear something nice. I picked out a strapless black dress that went to mid thigh. It had a sharp bow to the left around my waist. It revealed a only a small amount of my valley, I didn't want to show off to much. To match were a pair of black high heels. I put the outfit off to the side and turned to walk out.

I bumped into a familiar chest, with curly locks, that hid sparkling green orbs.

"Wow, Harry you scared me. What are you doing?" He pushed me up against the wardrobe wall, and smashed his plump lips right into mine.

I tried to push him off, struggling under his strong touch. His lips left for a brief second, while he vampire sped over to my bed and chucked me on it, him landing on top of me. Before his lips contacted with mine again, I tried speaking.

"Harry, stop, plea-"

He ignored my plea for him to stop, and his lips once again smashing into mine, trying to get me to kiss back. Lips still connected, his long slender fingers started to slide up my shorts. He adjusted his hips, closing the space between us. He rolled us a whole 360, so he was back on top. He stopped for a second and looked me in the eye. This was my chance, I began to scream,

"Niall, hel-" he muffled my voice, by placing his large hand over my mouth.

The door swung open as an extremely pissed off Niall appeared. In a matter of seconds Harry seemed to be getting an incredibly painful migrain as he fell to the floor clutching his head. Niall stepped toward Harry, eyes red with anger, his hands gripped in fists.

A smirk grew across his expression, though eyes still full with hate. His fists began to loosen as Harry was coming in and out of conciousness. Harry's eyes rolled back into his head. I stood up, shocked at what was before me.

"Niall, stop." He wasn't listening to me, as his expression didn't fade. "STOP!!!!!" He shook his head as he looked up at me, a hint of guilt crossed his eyes, but only for second.

He walked over to Harry and picked him up by his hair, dragging him out of the room and slamming the door behind him. I'm not even sure what I had just witnessed. Did Harry try to do what I think he tried to do? How did Niall do that? Apparently, looks can kill.

Niall's POV

I was so pissed off right now, dragging Harry down the stairs. How dare he touch her. I know it's Harry, but it's Alex! I really want to kill him right now, but something in Alex's eyes made me feel guilty about what I did to him. He deserved it though.

I walked up to a wall in the middle of the right hand side of the building and pulled on a candle stick. The wall shifted revealing a dark staircase, which lead to a small containment room, which I was intending on leaving Harry in. I chucked him through the open wall, and let him tumble down the stairs as I slowly followed after.

We reached the room, where I pinned Harry up and handcuffed him there in the blink of an eye. I was outraged. He began to stir and return to conciousness. He was still slumped against the wall, letting the handcuffs take his weight. His eyes opened, fangs bared as he sharply growled. I retaliated quickly by jamming my hand into the outside of his throat, making him splatter and take in quick, sharp breaths. I let go to hear him speak.

"Niall, where am I?" He said, his breath hoarse and shaky.

"Oh, I think you know where you are." I replied, smirking in response. "How dare you even think about touching her. Why Harry, why?" My expression turning to anger.

"Because she's sexy, and a little fiesty, just how I like my girls." He said with an evil smile, enraging me. "Don't you just want to tap that?" I started baring my fangs, my eyes turning red once more. I knew he was trying to get this reaction, and it was working. I don't even care if thats what he wanted. I was going to kill him...........slowly. Make him pay for what he did. I knew everyone was going to hate it especially Alex but, I can't contain this rage that boils inside every time I look at Harry. I have this overwhelming desire to protect Alex, even with my undead life.