The O.H.F

Chapter 2: Teared Eyes

Ed's POV:

Its around 7:12, I lay in bed awake thinking about her. Yes her, the one who I feel connected to in a good way. The one who makes everything feel right. Just as I begin to doze off. I hear am echo, from outside. It's far away but I can hear it. It's a young girls scream. I worry, thinking it's Her. Even if it isn't I still have to see. I can't leave someone in need of help. That's what makes me different from the rest of my kind. I always help those in need. I can never watch someone in pain. I run outside, as fast as I can. The echo's are from about three minutes ago, you can tell by the sound patterns and vibrations. I hear something, A tear drop fall on a leaf. I sprint towards it hoping I'm not to late. Just then I turn my head to see her. On the ground her attacker on top. Crying, Yelling, waiting for someone to help her. I get a rush of anger, different mixed emotions all at once. Before I know it. His head is in my hand. I have decapitated him. She stops crying her eyes blurry from the tears. I hide up in a tree. She's cold freezing in fact. I Took the mans body with me. Great bedtime snack, I watch her get up shaking. Not from the cold but from fear. She's limping, and shes bleeding I can smell it. She reaches for something in the leaves, it's her phone she calls her mom and limps back up the hill. I can't send to see her like this in pain. When she's in pain I'm in pain, Suddenly as I jump down, there's a huge chest pain my foot hurts, I think I fractured a rib, and bruised my spline. I look up the world spinning, my brother standing above me mumbling.

"Goddammit Ed you know the rules. No going out after six especially to help a girl who could've helped herself, sometime I just wanna throw you at a tree."

As he drags me through the woods by my foot, I think. I could've helped her earlier if I was paying attention I could've stopped it from happening. I feel like it's my fault. Just as I being to think, I feel my head smash against hard wood. "Oops watch your head." my brother says dragging me up the porch steps. He throws me on the couch and gives me a blood bag. "Jesus brother what happened to you. A mortal could never do such a thing to you." he says ripping off the arm of ,y beloved snack. I wanna talk, but no words come out. "Nothing to say huh tough guy, well I'll leave the waist and a couple ribs I know how much you love to lick those things clean." He jokingly says chuckling with flesh between his teeth. "Goodnight brother." As I lay on the couch I stare blatantly at the roof, wondering if she made it home safe, is hurt worse then she looks, is In shock or of she's okay just in general. I miss her so bad, for no reason. I have flashbacks and nightmares of what happened. Dirty fantasies. Something's not right in my mind. I feel something but feel nothing all at the same time. She deserves someone better, handsomer, taller, Stronger. Well no body besides

my brother is stronger then me, but you get the point. She deserves someone who is living and someone who doesn't have the urge to drink her blood every time they smell her perfume.