Hybrid (Awakening, # 0.5)

Chapter 4

"Well go ahead, then. But this gun? It's not going anywhere." I say.

"Fair enough," Carter says.

I'm so shocked beyond recognition right now. Never again will I ever invite anyone into my home again. And vampires? This guy must be more off his rocker than I had originally thought.

"I'm a...vampire," he starts. "And before you get all panicked, I do not feed on humans. Never have. Hopefully never will."

I scoff. "Yeah, hopefully."

He continues, "I feed on animals. Deer, buffalo, cow, pretty much-,"

I laugh. "You can't be serious right now. You're a vampire. Right? Okay. And you think that just because you drink Bambi blood every day that's supposed to give you the go ahead to just attack me?"

"I wasn't attacking you. I needed - well, still need answers. And I was led here." He says.

"Led here. You're joking."

He shows his fangs to me without my even asking. I'm immediately startled. Okay, I think to myself. Vampires exist now. I'm not as shocked as one may think I should be in a situation like this. I've always knew that there were other things that existed in this world. There wasn't just humans. I've always known that, but to be confronted by blatant proof of the paranormal is...relieving. Cool even. I'm definitely weird, but I've been called worse.

"Your scent. It was all over...my home," His voice cracks as he says this. I'm not any less confused now than I was five minutes ago.

"Care to elaborate how my scent  was all over your home?" I'm definitely humoring him. This is very entertaining to say the least.

"My pack. They were...slaughtered. Killed off. One by one. I e-escaped." He's crying now. To see someone in so much pain is disheartening, but then again there's a vampire in my living room. How much weirder can this get.

"Your...pack. You mean like, werewolves?" 

"Yes. They raised me." He says

Now things just managed to get weirder. I read alot, so I know my fair share of vampire and werewolf lore. And I know that werewolves and vampire do not coexist. So how could he be raised by them...

"I need to sit down," I say.

I sit on the sofa and just slowly inhale and exhale. This is all so surreal.

"My pack was killed. I have nowhere to go. And I need to know who did this. I followed the scent of the attacker. I was led here."

"Well sorry. Can't help you there.  I was at a party then I came home. Didn't kill any wolves." I say.

There was a long silence just hanging in the air. If he asks, I swear..

"Can I-," 

"Nope. Nope, nope, nope." I say

"But I have nowhere to go. My family, they're gone. Even if it's for a little while. Just...please."

I feel my heart swell in my chest. I could help him. He never really did hurt me...

"Fine. But you stay upstairs. Do not under any circumstances let Delilah see you." I tell him.

He smiles and next thing I know he's in front of me wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. 

"Get off me," I say 

"Oh. Sorry. Wolves are very friendly, hands on beings," He says, blushing.

"Well do me a favor and be a hands off being."

I say that with very little conviction though. It felt good to be hugged. God, what is wrong with me. A vampire comes into my home and accuses me of mass murder. And I let him stay. I'm all kinds of screwed up.

I shoo him up the stairs and Elijah follows me upstairs. I go to the linen closet and quietly grab blankets and a pillow and go into the guest bedroom on the opposite side of mine. But I peek into Devin's room to see she's still asleep. Nice to know that if I was dying, her drunk ass would still be passed out. Thank goodness nothing happened to me though. She would never be able to live that down. Delilah must have left to go home. She stays here for a few days then she goes home then comes back whenever she pleases. I'm also glad she wasn't here.

I go into the guest bedroom and throw the blankets and pillow on the floor. 

"Do you even sleep?" I ask Carter.

"Yeah, sometimes." He says simply.

"Okay well you can make your own bed. I'm going to sleep. And remember what I said."

"Got it. And Violet? Thank you." He tells me.

It dawns on me on the way to my room that I've never even told him my name.