Looking for Blood // Harry Styles

Chapter 8 // Down she goes

** 1 year and a half later **

Harrys POV

It's been 1 year, 6 months, and 13 days since Kyleiah. I still remembered her. I still wanted her. I just couldn't find her. We infiltrated the anti-vamps base camp, but nothing. No Ky, nothing. Not even a god damn piece of her inventory was there.

It was all gone.

I've actually broken up with Shelby. She was annoying as frick, and everyday she was like a pest that's on your shoulder buzzing every 1-10 seconds. So, I did what the most cheesy, dumbass man would do in the world.

I sent her a text.

We were at lunch and I was sitting with the boys since Shelby has made some friends. They were all... slutty and dressed like they want to get .. you know. I texted her and her face dropped as she took a bite out of her salad. The boys held in smirks as she walked out, angry.

She moved out of our small room and never talked to me again. I was thankful for some peace.

I actually got a new, better girlfriend, Jasmine. She was gorgeous. Like some super-model with the volume turned up. She was downright gorgeous. Her atitude was, so-so. She was polite, but not to my friends. She calles the he-womans, which they find offense in so many ways.

Louis almost died a few months ago. Luckily, his prey let him bite her since she thought they would be together forever like in those stupid Twlight movies that I watched. Luckily for her, she found someone else after Louis broke her heart.

He's stupid.

I still don't know what happened to her, because it still haunts me. Even in my dreams. Like, really, in my dreams. I wake up every other day due to a nightmare of someone murdering her. Luckily, Jasmine is with me now, and she helps me get through them.

Although, she seems pissed that i'm dreaming of Ky, and not her.

Ky can be dead, but she'd still be jealous.

That's just.. Jasmine.

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Ky's POV

I'm guessing you guys are wondering where I have been for the longest time?

Well, i'm currently.. alive!

Okay, i'm not exactly alive because Niall bit me "on accident" or so he claims. I think he was just hungry for something, but he would never admit to that. We're actually dating and i'm happy.

You can say I forgot about him, but I didn't. I still wonder if he knows about me. I left my bracelet with a surfboard on it, hoping he'd see it. He would know I was still alive.

I wonder what he's doing right now..

But, I can't. I can't go see him or call him. I can't. The only reason why that is because i'm sworn into the Anti-Vamp society, now. Niall and I are together, so I had to pledge my trust to them. I had to.

"Babe!" Niall called, wearing spandex. I covered my eyes, "Niall put some clothes on, jeez!" I harshly threw his shirt and pants at him. He chuckled, slapping his arse. I sware, the boy acts gay. No offense, gay guys. I totally support you. I want a gay best friend, myself.

He walked into the bathroom, closing the door. I heard the shower turn on, so I decided to get ready myself. We were getting ready for his friend, Mary's wedding. She was a sweet girl with a wonderful boyfriend. Yes, they were both vamps.

I guess when two vampires are getting married, it's just to say they want to show off their undying love since everyone in the society has to come.

Me and Niall think it's pointlesse because your vampires.

You don't die until your really really old.

Like, really old.

I put on my mascara and lipstick, and adding some light, glittery eyeshadow. Vampires actually can see themselves in the mirror! It's true! I was surprised at first, because in most of the vampire movies I watched, they can't see their reflection.

If only the media can see this.

"Babe, where are my trousers-" Niall said, rummaging through the drawers. He opened the one where all my underwear and such were, and smirked. "I now know where you keep your under-garments. Thank you-"

I slapped him. "Niall, your such a pervert." I muttered, and he chuckled. He found his trousers and put them on. Thank God he didn't say anything about the drawers.

Note to self: Put underwear in a different drawer.

We walked out together. I wore a purple dress, with lace at the bottom and Niall whore a black tuxedo. We giggled as we saw some naked statues down the hall.

We're idiots.

The little chapel was fairly small. It was enough to fit our society since it wasn't that big since they didn't let people in. I remember that I felt like I was being watched 24/7 for the first 3 months. Turns out I was because they have cameras everywhere except your room.

Creepy.

We sat down in the pews, scooting our way past some people.

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"Mary, do you take Jameson as your beloved husband?"

"Yes, I do."

"You may now kiss the- okay, don't make out!"

Me and Niall chuckled as he pecked my cheek lightly.

"You know what, Ky? I love you." He said, squeezing my thigh.

I chuckled.

I couldn't say it myself, though. Niall respected that.

I knew he was hurt on the inside, but I couldn't say it.

How can I say I love him.. when I know that maybe I don't.

Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

But maybe... maybe I still love someone else.

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A/N

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Okay final chapter guys.

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-Anonymouse :)