Bite Me

Chapter 4

We finished our breakfast. I silently stared at him while he ate. He did not look up at me once. I walked away from the table and went into the bathroom. I needed a shower, I felt disgusting.

"Harry! How do you work your shower?" I called to him from the bathroom. I heard a chair sliding on the floor and footsteps. I was a little frightened, I am always frightened of him. He walked in, turned the shower on, and walked out without saying a word.

I started to undress myself. I examined my long dark brown hair, my grey eyes were bloodshot from my crying, my lips were swollen. I looked at the two little marks on that one spot of my neck. Neighboring the fang marks were green-ish purple hickies that were scattered around my neck and on my collarbones. I turned to look at my tattoo that was on the side of my body, a couple inches below my armpit.

It spoke, 'Live and Let Live", a saying that I always admired. I examined my body in the mirror one last time. I wanted to be slimmer, so I used to constantly work out. But I had lost over twenty pounds this year and started to feel more confident. Sure, I didn't have the glorified thigh gap I wanted, but my flat stomach and toned butt was enough.

I took a quick shower and jumped out. I wrapped a towel around myself and put my hair into a bun atop my head, using the ponytail that never leaves my wrist.

I was about to get changed when I realized that I didn't have any clothes."Harry! Come in here!" He took his time walking to the bedroom.

His eyes widened when he took in my apperance. "W-What do you need?"

I rolled my eyes at him, "Clothes."

He nodded and walked over to a dressor drawer, "I have these shorts from this other girl, and I will give you a shirt." He threw me a pair of denim shorts, there were a little small but that was okay, I did not have a wide selection. I stopped myself from thinking about what he had just said. Other girl? Was I holding a dead girl's shorts in my hands?

He snapped me out of my trance when he threw one of his plain black t-shirts at me. "Thanks" I muttered. He left the room and I continued to get changed. When I was ready, I walked over into the kitchen when my breath hitched in my throat.

There, in the kitchen, was four more boys. They all looked equally as stunning as Harry.

Harry smirked at me. "These are very close friends of mine. This is Louis, Niall, Zayn, and Liam." They waved to me and smiled. I noticed they did not have any fangs or red eyes. They looked like normal boys, except for the fact that I had never soon a group of more beautiful boys in my life.

Louis spoke first. "Hello love, it's great to meet you." He smiled warmly at me. Could these boys be normal? I needed some normalcy in my life right now.

"So nice to meet you all. How do you know Harry?" I tried to look as friendly as possible.

Then, Niall spoke. "We met him at a club. After the same things we were." My stomach dropped. They were the same as Harry.

I turned on my heels and ran back into the bedroom, slamming and locking the door.

I needed to get out of here. I missed my parents, they probably have the cops out searching for me right now. I missed Sammy, she was probably a mess. I missed my warm home, I missed the New York apartment I loved so dearly. I hadn't noticed tears were racing down my face until they dropped down my shirt.

I couldn't do it anymore. I needed to get out of here. But how? Harry had that mind control type-thing. I needed to tire him out some how. So I could make a run for it.

I knew just what to do. My plans would start tomorrow. But for now, I had to deal with the five vampires that were waiting for me outside.

I cleaned myself up and slowly turned the bedroom door handle. I walked cautiously down the hall and into the kitchen.

Liam saw me first and smiled widely at me. "I'm sorry to scare you love! We aren't going hurt ya'"

And to be honest, I believed him.

I walked over the the table where they were sitting and stood by Liam. Just listening in on their conversations. I was more than shocked when they had just been talking about soccer the whole time. As cliche as it sounds, I was expecting them to be conversing about catching their next victims and how they could do it.

"Sit." Harry looked at me. I sat. But I didn't speak. They just continued to talk about last nights game. It kept like this until Louis directed his attention towards me again.

"So what are you doing here?" I was shocked by his blatantness.

"Harry kidnapped me." I heard Harry let out a chuckle. I whipped me head to him. He mocked me by doing a puppy dog face and pretended to cry. It took every fiber in my being not to punch him. But then I remembered the odds weren't exactly in my favor.

After ten minutes of the boys talking about the same, boring game. I walked into the living room portion of the apartment and plopped down on the couch.

The five boys, walked over to me with devilish smiles on their faces. Harry looked extra happy.

"Let's play a game." It was the first time Zayn had spoken to me.