Ashton,
..
It's been along time. 90 years right? 1906. The year I turned you. I don't regret making you into one of us.
Not at all. So my dear Ashton, wish your brothers I say hi.
Paul
I scoff as I throw the letter at the wall.
I get up and kick the the throne like chair so hard it shatters on the wall.
Claim walks in "what the hell are you doing Ash?!" He says. I look into his golden eyes. I can feel the hardening of my own gold eyes.
In the reflection of his eyes I see myself. Forever 17. My body tensing.
Coiling like wire. "Ash. Calm down." He says. He looks into my eyes.
He springs on to my back and presses on my neck. My whole body falls limp and loose and I nearly forget what caused me to get this way.
He jumps off me and I stand back up. My eyes melting back into liquid gold instead of solid. My nose catches a smell. One that burns my nose in the worst way imaginable. My eyes go hard again and so does Calum's.
"Hunters" he whispers and sprints so fast he's a blur. I run after him; twords the smell.
-Noel's POV-
I run as fast as I can towards the smell of vampire. My bestfriend Jakob running next to me. Him holding a bottle of vampire venom. The only thing that can kill a vampire.
The smell was overwhelming . Like a whiff of potent perfume. Granny perfume. Then the smell disappears. I skid to a stop.
-Ashton-
I run the opposite way the smell is comming from. The smell wasn't like normal hunter smell. It was APPEALING to me. Not like sickeningly sweet perfume. But like raspberries and roses. I run faster. I know that If I stop, I will run back and kill her.
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FanfictionAshton Irwin is a monster. After 90 years of desperately trying to loved he decides to give up. Until he meets Noel Swan; a 17 year old who is from a long line of hunters. His need for her is stronger than words. Stronger than anything he...