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Loss: III

The way she sat seemed too peaceful, even with her torn face and eyes shut tight, her mouth that I had always seen in a small smile was turned down. Looking to her neck the residue of dried blood spread across and some drops clung to her shirt, seeping into the fabric. She seemed too floppy, in the past when they are close to death their limbs give way, they would often barely move, unable to stand up and mumble everything they attempted to say. But she couldn't be dying. I wasn't letting that happen to her, my curiosity towards her was too big of a risk to lose her.

She stirred and I creeped back into the shadows, moving away from her face and the temptation to move her delicate hair out of her face. I knew she would be safer here, standing up I left the room, walking into the main room of my house and avoiding my friends as they slept. I have three friends in which I trust, they too turned at a similar time to me and we've survived as a team. Her being here is a minor detail I have to explain to them, there's been a few similar cases, especially with Luke where things have taken a very different course of direction, but that is never going to happen to her. 

Going up the stairs towards the bar we built during the prohibition there sits Ashton, a glass of whiskey in his hand as he reads a newspaper, same as ever before. "Hey Ash." I speak up and his glass doesn't move from his lips as I sit down next to him. His head tilts in my direction and mumbles a greeting, but doesn't take his focus away from his reading. 

Heading out of the bar I went to find Luke and Mikey, if I have to explain it to them I might as well tell them all together. Finding Mikey was always difficult, he never informed us of his outings or his general whereabouts. One minute he'd play video games in his room and the next he would walk on in covered in blood, shrugging his shoulders as he went for a shower. 

Luke was asleep in his room, for once alone. He used to be the one who would never risk being seen in public, take a chance to drink outside of the house or even consider luring girls in for a kill. Yet after her, he changed. He no longer cared, he got reckless, too reckless. Sometimes I miss the old Luke, I miss the innocence within the danger. Picking up one of the books that piled by his door I threw it at him, resulting in a loud moan followed by swearing. 

Wandering out of his room I headed back downstairs, something seemed wrong instantly as I gripped onto the door handle leading to her. The hairs on my arm stood up and I quickly ran down the flight of stairs, hovering at the last few steps seeing Mikey, sat opposite her, watching her, stalking his prey. Taking cautious movements I took the last step not wanting it to creak and risk one of two things; waking her or alerting him. 

"Michael." A blunt whisper caused him to turn around, he had that cocky smile on his face as he motioned to her. He was observing the dried blood across her neck and how beautiful she was, how close she was and how long she had left. "Don't you dare touch her." He now stood up from his crouch, backing away from her and nudged past me. 

"She wouldn't be worth it anyway." He scoffed before heading back up the stairs. Once he was out of sight I followed him, taking one last glance at her asleep before returning to the bar. 

As I got to the bar Ashton still sat, a new glass of whiskey replacing the old one. Mikey sat next to him and Luke behind the bar, all of them in conversation until I walked in, then all eyes fell on me and a mixture of facial expressions were displayed. "So," Luke began as he dried a pint glass, placing it on the table. "you got yourself a girl." He huffed and Mike cocked an eyebrow. 

Moving towards them I took a seat next to Ashton, who now has discarded his newspaper and is giving his full attention to me. "It isn't what you think." I stated and they all shared that look, the one that I usually give Ashton everytime Luke walks in with some drunken girl from a club, a look of mischief.