What He Did To Me (Nash Grier Vampire FanFiction)

Chapter10

Nash's POV

I feel terrible. I practically just ruined Rylans life for my own needs. Now dont get me wrong, I had a pretty good reason. I guess its just the way I did it. I I should've warned her not snuck up behind her. Cameron said that would be the best way, and the other guys agreed... So I did what I had to do.

I remember last night when I went into her room. She was sleeping peacefully in her bed; the bite marks I made were still clearly visible on her neck. I sat on the little space left on the bed and just kind of, looked at her. Her slow breathing and the way she looked so calm. Little did she know, she would have to kill people to live. And when I was turned, I was scared to death. And when I killed somebody I spent days in my room crying, feeling like a monster. I don't want her to feel the same way.

I placed my hand on her arm, hoping to feel some type of warmth that I felt before, when we hugged. But it was only cold. Cold and lifeless. Because I killed her. I killed her, she woke up dead, now she needs blood to survive. I cant believe I did that...

I rubbed my hand down her arm to her hand, I felt a small spark that shot up my arm and struck right in my heart. My non-beating, cold heart felt like it was alive again for a split second. I have no idea what it was but once it was over I felt dead again. I bent down a placed a kiss on her cold cheek before sliding out the door, quietly shutting it behind me.

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Rylans POV

When I woke up the next day I felt depressed. Like I had nothing else to do for the rest of my life except killing people. Innocent people. And that pretty much is what is causing my depression.

I slid out of bed and walked into the living room feeling extremly hungry. I ran to the fridge and grabbed a packet of blood. I grabbed a knife and popped a hole in it before pouring the blood into my mouth like a waterfall.

"Well, well, well. Looks like youre getting used to the situation." Camerom says from behind me.

I turn around and face him, wiping the blood off my bottom lip. I starred at him coldly and threw the empty bag away. I walked over to him and placed a hand on my hip.

"Why?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" He pushed past me and into the kitchen taking out a water bottle.

"Why did Nash do this? Did you have anything to do with it?" I just need a simple answer.

"We didn't want you to leave." He says shrugging his shoulders and walking toward the couch.

"And this was your best solution?!" I yell following him.

"There really wasn't any other way. You really stubborn." He tells me honestly, "Even if you planned to leave after we bit you, you wouldve died."

"What?"

"Your not a complete Vampire yet. You still have to suck the blood from a non-vampire. Fresh blood. Not packaged." He says.

"So I have to kill somebody-"

"In the next 48 hours." He adds.

"Or?"

"You'll die of starvation."

"B-But I'm already dead! I cant die again... right?" I freak.

"You can kill a zombie, can't you?" He smirks.

Well that shut me up...

Cameron's POV

I don't think Rylan will be planning on leaving anytime soon. I made sure, that this morning I would trick her into thinking she would die if she didn't suck the blood of a human. And obviously she would need our help with that, she's not that bright.

Later on that day, Rylan had gone out with Katie to buy some food for the apartment since she will be staying for a little while. I found Nash sitting on the edge of his bed sulking.

"Dude, what's wrong?" I asks opening his drawer and taking out the pills.

He sighs and shakes his head, "I just... I don't know man. I feel terrible."

"You did the right thing. You know that right?" I asked him popping a pill into my mouth.

"I guess. I just need sometime alone. Where's Rylan?" He asks looking up at me.

"She went to the store with Katie." I answer simply.

"Oh yeah. How is Katie? Did you give her blood?" He asks me.

"I give her blood every morning. I trick her into thinking its tea. She is too young to understand what she is. She'll figure it out sooner or later." I explain swallowing the pill with a gulp of water.

Nash looks at the bottle of pills and asks, "Dont you have your own pills? Plus, why are you taking them, are you going somewhere?"

"I ran out of pills last night. And yes I am going somewhere. Taylor wants to meet me outside by the shore in 5 minutes."

"Why?"

"I have no idea..." I answer getting up, "But I'm about to go figure it out."