Sinister

Chapter 7

When I was younger, I used to tell my little brother scary story's of vampires and werewolves. I would say that they only came out if you believed and had the true heart of a believer. I guess I became so drawn into my own stories, I myself became a believer. I didn't really intend for it to happen.. It just did. The thought of.. being one. Finding them. Being friends. All a teenagers fantasy.

"Vampire..?" I looked so stupidly at Harry as he stepped a little forward. He was serious. I let out a loud laugh, making him confused at the least. "You really.. Expect me to believe that the man that saved my life, the man you killed is.. A vampire?"

"Blair," he has said this maybe 1000 times since he's walked through that door last night. "You have to believe me."

"And why should I do that?" I feel like Harry is a little lost. Maybe psycho? Should I call the police or...

"Because..." He sighs.

"So are you a vampire too?" I asked, trying to connect dots.

"Hell no!" He spits. "I would have killed myself if I was one of those things." His face of disgust was really confusing me.

I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts. "Alright well. This has been too much for me for one morning." I got off the counter, running my hands through my knotted hair. Harry just stood there like a confused idiot. "I'm going to go get coffee. Maybe a bottle of scotch as well." Harry let a small smile. Stop smiling. Stupid.

"I'll come with you!" He offered.

"NO!" I ordered. "No. You stay here. I'm going by myself. You stay here and clean up my house cause you and your 'vampire' trashed it." What the hell am I even saying? Vampires? Hell no. There is no way they are real! He's totally faking this whole thing.

Then what is Harry?

I shook my head, trying to get this ridiculous idea of Harry being anything but human.

But you know he's not human.

I really need some air.

*

"Blair!" I heard my name being called. I whipped my head around to see Sophie walking in through the cafe door. Her long brown hair was down in it's normal waves. She looked like one of those girls from the Great Gatsby. I envied her style in such ways. "Hey."

"How have you been?" She asked, taking the seat right in front of me. I sighed, not really wanting to think about these past few hours. Let alone days. These last 24 hours have been nothing but confusing and unrealistic. Things like this don't happen to substitute teachers from Washington. How the hell did I get caught into this mess?

"Fine," I decided to go with. If anyone else were to know what is going right now, if they were in my position, I would most defiantly be put into a mental hospital. "I'm about to get the art job at the high school!" I smiled over at her, changing my thoughts from Harry and Zayn. 

"Really?" She responded, surprised. "That's crazy! Mr. Foster has been the art teacher there for so many years. I mean, he was just our art teacher three years ago." I nodded, sipping on my hot coffee. The only thing that could possibly make this better is if there as a little scotch in here, just to numb that past for a little. "We should celebrate to that." 

"I agree," I replied, holding my coffee up mid way in the air. "Coffee just won't do it."

"I say we have a night out. Like the first time we went out after high school. Drinking, dancing. Just you and me." I smiled as Sophie brought back old memories. I used to be a crazy high school teenager. Drinking and partying until I was light headed and passed out in the back seat of one of our friends' cars. That stopped about a year ago when I started college. I had to sober up for subbing at schools. I don't regret my high school life. I just wish it didn't end so early.