taste

six; marks and scars

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alison's pov

i laid in my bed trying to remember what happened the night before but i remembered nothing. i didn't get out of my bed, i just stayed in it until i wanted to get out - never.

i didn't even turn on my phone, my head was hurting that much. luckily, i had a small bedroom to myself due to being a girl, so i didn't have all the guys shouting at me to get up and stuff.

eventually, i got out of bed and walked into my bathroom; i looked into my mirror, my eyes were purple and bloodshot. "great." i said to myself.

i laughed at myself, "it's getting harder to control everyday, dad. you've got to help some time soon."

i grabbed a couple of pills from my medicine cabinet and took them, eventually my eyes went back to their usual brown color. my clothes looked like i was just in a car accident, they were completely torn. what the fuck did i do?

i walked back into my bedroom and put on one of my oversized shirts that could be dress, i put my hair into a messy bun and walked downstairs.

in the kitchen, brad was just sitting at the table with his head in his hands. "you okay, brad?" i asked as i sat down opposite him.

he lifted his head up to look at me, "yeah, perfect." he sighed heavily and took a deep breathe in, "i know what you did. i know you took it."

i was embarrassed, "yeah. i'm really sorry."

"don't do it again, and if find that you do, you know what'll happen. understand?" he informed me.

i nodded and keep quiet.

"good. whoever took that drink away from you saved your life. if you transformed, especially in front of all those humans, then you'd probably be killed. you know how dangerous it is now to show ourselves." he told me, he looked really upset with what i did.

"i wasn't going to drink all of it! and i put the bottle down of course." i lied.

he sighed, "nope. charlie told me that a boy called grayson took it away from you. he didn't understand what it was, but he took it away because he thought you'd be sick."

well, charlie was lying because grayson knew exactly what it was! "yeah. he did do that." i said not making anymore eye contact because i knew brad would listen to my heartbeat to see if i was lying.

"you're lucky he didn't find anything out! just please, alison, be more careful." brad begged. he got up and walked towards me, towered over me.

i nodded. brad pulled me into a hug, "i'm only doing this because i care about you alison. i know you hate it when i act like a parent but it's only because you'll do something like this if no one bosses you around."

i didn't say anything, i was thinking about everything.

"you've just gained control, don't waste it and lose it." he finished and walked outside.

something else must've happened last night because he couldn't have felt so heartbroken just because of me.

i looked around the room and saw brads laptop, quickly i grabbed hold of it and found some of dads old files.

"there has to be something." i said to myself. there were only three files he created and none of them had the answers that i wanted.

a book? a person? nope, no one had my answer apart from my dead father. "for fuck suck." i whispered and ran upstairs to get changed into something i could go out in.

if there's one person that i know who might know why i'm different, then it'd be someone who's been around for years.

a vampire.

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i walked down the street trying to find his house, but he never gave me his address. all i knew was that he lived relatively close by as he gave me a lift to school once and he came from a couple roads back.

i just had to follow where i heard the bike coming from, also his scent.

he had a strong smell of nature, he smelt fresh and minty. an appealing smell. i followed it to the road that had all the rich people houses on it. "of course." i laughed.

somewhere down this road was who i was looking for, but i couldn't find them.

maybe, they could find me. vampires have the tendency to hear their name being called or know they're being thought of if the person is close by.

"grayson? grayson i need you." i said aloud. but nothing.

i just sat on the curb and did nothing. i would never get the answers i needed.

"alison?" i turned around and there he was. i couldn't help but have a smile appear on my face.

"grayson." i smiled.

"you need me?" he asked. i nodded. "okay, well let's go inside then."

he led me a little further down the road, there was his house. from the outside, it was bright, earthy and beautiful. we walked up the steps and went inside.

the inside wasn't what i expected, i was expecting black and red but it looked like normal townhouse colors. "i wasn't expecting this." i laughed.

he chuckled, "we redesign all the time."

"how often?" i asked.

he shrugged, "about every ten years or so. but why are you here? you said you didn't want to see or talk to me."

i laughed nervously, "i think we could help each other or mainly you help me. but i could also help you." i looked at his neck and there were tons of marks, "oh my god! who left those?"

"um, you did." he rubbed the back of his neck.

i blushed, "oh... that's embarrassing. are they coming off?"

he nodded, "the scratch is going to scar and the marks, all except one."

of course i left that. of course i did! it was either a really good idea or the worst i've ever had. "i remember nothing." i told him.

"i remember everything. want me to tell you happened?" he smirked.

"no! that's the worst idea ever. i'll hate you forever if you do." i crossed my arms.

"alright, wolfie, chill. i'll keep it to myself, for now. you'll find out at some point." he chuckled.

"i know what i did, i don't know why i did it. i'll tell you what it is after you help me." i smirked.

"fine. what's your issue?" he asked.

a slight smile appeared on his face. you know, maybe he's not that bad, maybe i should just give him a chance.

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