The Year 3000

Chapter 18: Remebering Old Times

Scarlett's POV

Previously:

"Harry," I said, looking at the packages of animal blood he still carried in his hands. I hated him more than I could say, but I needed blood. Which just fueled my hatred for him, because he was the one who forced me to be like this. I was beginning to see red in my vision, partly due to my thirst, and party because of my rage; a deadly combination.

"Give me the blood." My voice sounded dangerous even in my own ears. Harry flashed over to my side, holding them out. I let out a loud hiss and then pounced with my teeth bared.

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Some people are afraid of spiders. Some are afraid of heights. Others, of the dark. The point is that everybody is afraid of something.

Me?

I was afraid of myself, of what Harry made me become. And as I sat curled up in far the corner of Harry's office, emptied packages of blood scattered around me, my greatest fear could never have been more realized. Tears streamed down my face, and I didn't try and stop them. I had become a deranged animal in a matter of minutes, brutally attacking Harry with everything I had in me just to get to the blood. Shudders ripped through me one after the other. God, I needed Luke right now. He would know exactly what I was going through. I needed his steadying presence, more so than even Ashton. I would never let Ashton see me like this, ever. Luke had already seen me at my worst, and he would understand. I just needed him to tell me everything was going to be all right. And I needed to be naïve enough to believe him.

"Scarlett," Harry began cautiously, slowly coming over to where I sat trembling. I couldn't manage to look at him, so instead I focused on the floor.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently, and my head whipped up in surprise.

What?

Where was the Harry that would mutilate Ashton just because I saw him? Where was the Harry that raped me for believing I loved Luke? Where was the Harry that changed me into a vampire against my will? An angry Harry I could deal with, but I had no idea how to handle a gentle Harry.

He was completely bipolar.

"Scarlett? Are you okay?" he repeated. I quickly averted my eyes to the ground and tried to wipe up my remaining tears.

"No. For some reason I actually feel bad for trying to hurt you." I shook my head, and I wasn't lying. Everything seemed to be falling apart at the seams. I just needed something constant in my life. I felt a tug at my heart as I thought of Ashton. He used to be my rock when things would get bad at my old camp. I would always come to his room crying whenever I thought about anything too hard. He wouldn't question it, he would just hold me until I could pull myself back together again.

Then Luke had somehow managed to squeeze himself into my life, becoming my saving grace at his camp. He had be there for me when I needed him. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I already knew what the answer to my question was going to be, but I had to try.

"Can you please take me to see Luke," I whispered, my voice scratchy from all the crying, but I knew Harry could understand me, "Please! I swear this will be the only time I will ever ask for this, and then I'm completely yours."

I felt my throat constrict as I said the last sentence. I knew it would be true whether Harry agreed to let me see Luke or not.

"Please, I just need to say goodbye," I pleaded quietly, finally gaining the courage to look up at him. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought he might crush his teeth, but his eyes looked conflicted. No doubt debating whether or not he could stand to see me in another man's arms, even if it was only for a small amount of time, especially considering the lifetime I would have to share with him afterwards.