Can You Feel My Heart?

Chapter 3

"I don't think he came here to help, Bailey. I think he came here to deliver a message," I said.

"He wasn't very helpful. He was just being-"

"Vague," I completed the sentence for her.

"They are taunting us," I said bitterly.

"It sure seems like it," Bailey sighed.

I looked over at my best friend. I haven't apologized once to her but I knew it wouldn't mean anything now. But it would make me feel better.

"I'm sorry for being dramatic and leaving you in the middle of the restaurant with those creeps," I said.

She looked at me with eyes brimming with tears.

"Your apology does nothing for me!" She sobbed.

"I am still a monster! Your apology doesn't seal the hole in this friendship or the holes in my neck!" She yelled.

"Bailey-"

"No! It's all your fault! I'm a monster! A killer! A predator! If someone would have told me that you would leave me in a restaurant with two guys that we barely know I would have never believed you would be capable of such a thing!" Bailey began pacing around the room, tears streaming down her delicate face.

"Bailey you were the one that upset me! You were the one that did this to yourself! You told me to leave! Your lucky I even came back for your ass!" I yelled. I forgot that she was a vampire. I forgot that she was changing. I forgot everything because she was so damn infuriating.

"Just leave! Your good at that." She said.

I felt like she flung salt at an open wound. I sighed.

"I'm not going to leave you alone while you are changing into a vampire. I will stick with you until the day I stop breathing, understood?" I said.

Bailey looked at me and smiled politely.

"And the day you stop breathing is now," she said as she took a lamp and bashed it over my head.

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Voices. Voices were coming towards me outside of a warmly lit room. The room was spinning as soon as I opened my eyes but I steadied in a matter of seconds.

The room was decorated in a vintage fashion. As if it were on the set of a 50's movie. The fire place was lit and above the mantel was a painted portrait that looked to be hundreds of years old. The man in the picture looked very familiar. Jackson! It looks like Jackson! And the woman in the picture looks a lot like me.

I heard someone grab the door handle of the big oak double doors and swung them open.

"Have a nice sleep?" Jackson asked smoothly.

"Oh yes, definitely," I said bitterly, a snarl planted on my face. Jackson chuckled.

"Now, now, keep making that face and it'll get stuck that way," he said.

"You controlled Bailey and made her kidnap me and take me here to you," I guessed.

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" Jackson shouted.

"What's your reason?" I asked sharply.

"Reason? There doesn't have to be a reason. Can't I just be insane?" He asked.

"No. That would be too easy," I told him.

He smiled at me and plumped down on the couch I was curled up on.

"Let me tell you a story of a beautiful and educated woman that I knew five hundred years ago," He began.

"She looked a lot like you."

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