I secluded myself in this room I called my own for days. I didn't leave. It was just a nightmare after a nightmare. I was curled up in the duvet when I heard a soft knock on the door.
"Come in," I mumbled. I saw the door open and Remington was standing there.
There was a small window in my room that was open, shining the moonlight on his face. It highlighted his dramatic cheekbones and jaw structure.
"You're normally asleep by this time, Y/N."
I shrugged, I didn't really care; I can't sleep restfully anyways. The nightmares always seemed to never let me be fully rested.
"I can't sleep," I said softly, looking at him as he remained in the doorway.
Remington came and sat down next to me, "Well, why is that?"
I shrugged again. I didn't feel like telling him, they were too personal. I let out a heavy sigh.
"I've been having awful, awful nightmares. They just keep getting worse and I-" I was hearing my voice crack, and I felt a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. I knew I was crying, or at least somewhat crying. It was awful and I hated it. I hated showing my emotions because it made me feel vulnerable.
I hated that feeling.
I could see the pity in his eyes. I hugged my knees to my chest and I lied my head down. I felt a hand rub the center of my back. Was Remington consoling me? I gave him a confused look.
"Do you wanna know why you're really here?"
I nodded softly. I kept my eyes on him while he thought of the proper things to say.
I sighed softly, I lied down in my bed while he sat in the middle of it.
"The reason you're here is that because...."
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Teen FictionFor almost as long as I can remember my parents were vampire hunters. Them being able to kill them with a swift stab in the heart or holy water, whatever they felt like. My entire life I've been trained to kill these things, survive, and hunt them. ...
