The Bite [Luke Hemmings AU]

Chapter Six

Claire's POV

I woke up and Luke wasn't laying next to me like he was when I fell asleep. I lifted myself up on my elbows and looked around the room. I rubbed my eyes before scooting my legs off the bed and standing up. I walked into the living room and there was no sign of Luke. I looked through the entire first floor of the house. He couldn't have gone upstairs, could he? I was in the kitchen when I heard a loud thud. I reached into one of the drawers and pulled out the biggest knife I could find.

I had seen a few movies with knife violence, so I was pretty sure I could handle myself just with the knife. I wouldn't have to go all wolf on them. I held the knife tight in my right hand, ready to stab the shit out of anyone. I leaned against the far wall by the laundry room after I heard another thud. I heard another thud, but a lot louder. I turned the corner and put the knife to the criminal's throat from behind.

"Claire!" Luke yelled, not  moving a muscle. I sighed in relief and took the sharp object from his neck and set it on the dryer.

I hugged him tightly and sighed again, "I'm sorry. I couldn't find you and I didn't know if you were a murder, rapist or what," I said as he put his arms around me and chuckled.

"It's fine. I just went to get some food. I was getting our clothes from yesterday," I pulled back from our embrace as he talked. I smiled at him and looked behind him to a large paper bag. I could smell the egg and bacon McGriddles and I was starving. I chuckled and grabbed the bag and the knife and walked back into the kitchen.

"I love how you pay me for almost killing you with McDonalds," I said as I sat at the table. I got one of the slices of heaven and opened the package. I practically inhaled the sandwich. Those things were my weakness. I reached into the bag and grabbed one of the hash browns. I felt Luke's stare and I looked up at his shocked and amused face. He reached up to his face and licked his thumb. His hand came to my face and wiped something from the side of my mouth. Woah, I just got Mom'd

"I think someone's hungry," he said as he took a seat across from me. I chuckled and continued eating and he did the same.

After about fifteen minutes, we had eaten everything that was in the bag and there was a lot of food in that bag. He said he got extra so we could eat some on the way home. But any hope of that is gone. If I was a normal human being, I would probably weigh close to 300 pounds, but with my supernatural body I weigh roughly 130 pounds. That was one great, amazing advantage of the bite.

"So, when are we leaving?" Luke asked after we had finished our food and we were just sitting at the table.

"As soon as possible. I have some plans tonight," I replied as I wiped some stuff off my face with a napkin. His eyebrows raised and his smile seemed to disappear completely. I chuckled, "It's not a date. Cooper and I have plans to...uh watch movies. It's kind of our thing," I lied. I actually have to protect my bestfriend from my volleyball coach and I might die tonight. 

His smile reappeared, "Right," he said and stood up. "Well I'm going to change so we can leave," he left the room and I stood up as well. I threw all the trash away and cleaned off the table. I put the knife back in the drawer and grabbed my clothes that Luke had set on the counter and went to the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror. All I could think of was the sight from yesterday. The change in my eyes. I wanted to see it again just to see if I was hallucinating. I closed my eyes and focused some of my anger. I opened my eyes and what I saw made me fear myself. I wasn't hallucinating. I had killed yet another person. I envy all the ones that still have the yellow eyes. I have had the three colors a beta can have. I closed my eyes and thought of last night when Luke saved me from my dream. I opened them up and they were back to normal. I changed and walked out of the bathroom and Luke was sitting on the couch going through his phone with his eyebrows scrunched together in thought.