"You are a horrible excuse of a son."
"Your mother shouldn't have died just to have you. To leave me with you!"
"You ruin everything Harold! God! I wish you could just be die!"
I bit down on my tongue trying to rid myself of these words. The words my father had just spoken to me. I like to think he wasn't always like this, that if my mother hadn't of died giving birth to me that he would be...umm more of a father, I guess. Umm, that he'd be like Zayns father; kind and understanding instead of cruel and abusive. I just couldn't stand his words any longer and at some point I decided to leave. I would just come back when he cooled down. I ran upstairs to my room locking the door behind me.
Where to, Harry? I ask myself, knowing damn well where I could possibly go at 11:30 at night.
"Harold?" I hear my father ask, knocking on my door.
"I'm leaving, dad." I whisper as I open my door and shove past him. Before I could make it down stairs he tugs me by my arm and spins me around with a worried look on his face.
"Where are you going?" He asks me releasing my arm to put both of his hands on his hips in exasperation. "To get some fresh air." I say turning my head to look at the stairs. When he doesn't answer me I sigh and turn back to look at him. One of his hands is on his hip while the other is pinching his nose.
"Look, Harry-" He began, dropping his hand from his nose and catching my gaze while nodding his head and pressing his lips in a thin line. "It's late and I just-" He stopped again and let a frustrated sigh. "Damn it Harry! Just marry fucking Paige and we wouldn't be having this talk." He yells at me making me flinch.
"No." I say shaking my head and running down the stairs. I just want to go for a walk and think about this. I ignore his cursing and him rushing after me down the stairs and outside. I get to the gate and pull out my key unlocking it.
"Harry! You're gonna get yourself killed! You know hunters are gonna be waitin' to get ya' and boy when they do!" I hear my father howl with laughter locking the gate behind me, not even caring I'm right outside it only a foot away. "When they do Harry." He stopped and looked up at the sky blinking rapidly. "Your mom and I we wanted kids yes. But, vampires aren't supposed to have kids. Females-" He choked back a sob, "they never make it! If you get yourself killed-" he stops again to unlock the gate and make me go back inside, "if you die your mother would have died for no fucking reason!" He yells swinging the gate open enough for me to step inside. I let out a shaky breath and shake my head 'no'.
I wanna think. I wanna walk. I wanna have fucking five seconds of freedom.
"For fucks sake Harold! Stop being stubborn." My father yells beckoning for me to walk through the gate, to go to my room, to go to sleep, to wake up tomorrow, to marry Paige, to tell him for the hundredth time no, to argue again, and to just re-peat this-all of this-over again.
Well no I've had enough, I just want to breathe for five measly seconds. He catches my drift and leaves the gate open and walks away, not even looking back at me. I've been holding this in for far to long and as soon as I see him walk back into the house I scream. Not just any scream! A scream of pain, anger, agony and hurt. A scream that brings me to my knees and sobs. Fuck life!
I get up from off the ground and wipe my eyes. I turn on my heel and begin to walk aimlessly through the streets.
Why does he have to make things so hard. Why can't he let me make my own decisions. I'm seventeen! It's not my fault my father is still stuck in the year 1500 and can't understand that people don't just force their kids to marry people they don't love!
I stopped thinking when I heard a shuffle behind me and the smell of maple pine wood laced with Aconite; a deadly poison to vampires. I turned on my heal quickly and there; standing infront of me was a hunter. A stake in his hand and a gun at his side; which I assume had metal bullets laced with garlic and maple; also deadly to vampires. His bright blue eyes shining in the darkness of the abandoned street.
"Shit!" I muttered to myself, eyes blazing red and fangs baring.
Run you idiot! My conscious glares at me. But, I'm to stubborn! If he wants a fight he'll get one! But, I'll be damned to make the first move.
He grips his stake a little tighter and exhales a frustrated breath through his nose. Then, he charges at me dropping the stake and pulling out a needle; it smells like Aconite! He's going to inject it into my blood stream to kill me slowly! Before he can tackle me I move out the way, he must of seen this coming because he stops and quickly turns around throwing the needle at me aiming for my throat. I duck and let it fall behind me. He grabs the stake and rushes toward me while I bend down to pick up the needle because it's also poisonous to humans. But, it's to late and I'm already on the ground. He raises the stake to stab me but I kick him in the groin and he falls to his knees hitting himself in the head with the stake. He groans in pain and I laugh. He touches his bleeding brow and winces and mumbles a profanity under his breath and I continue to laugh, my eyes turning green again and my fangs reverting. He grabs his stake agian and sits on me. His knees on my upper arms so I can't move them and his arse on my stomach. I stop laughing and form an 'o' shape with my mouth. He uses his free hand to grab the needle out of my hand and throws it behind him.
"I just wanna hurry up and do this. No time for watching you die slowly." He says and I squirm to get from underneath him! Damn it! I'm a fucking vampire! And I realize all to soon I'm going to die...and that my father was right.
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Midnight Memories (Larry Stylinson AU Vampire)
FanfictionHe held the stake above my head ready to end my life. I closed my eyes ready for the rest of the world to be shut out, for my heart to stop. The sound of our rapid tired breathing to come to an end. But as I wait with my eyes closed shut it never co...