Niall: I could smell her blood. Pumping through her veins with every beat of her warm heart. The scent filled my nostrils. I needed it. But I knew that if I had it, I wouldn’t be able to stop. She would be dead because of my own thirst. “Niall, what’s the matter with you?” she laughed and jammed her elbow into my side. “Nothing.” I blurted. I abruptly stood up from my seat on the couch with my fists clenched at my side. I tried my best not let her see my eyes changing or the pearly white, sharp daggers emerging from my gums. The thirst gave me a headache. The kind of headache that pierced your brain despite how many pain killers you take. Resisting the urge to turn around and rip into her throat only made it worse. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror with my hands clutched tightly around the edge of the sink. Her blood smelt pure. It smelt healthy and clean compared to the blood I’ve drank the past week. I wanted it, I needed it.
Liam: "You can’t be around me!" I shouted. The moon was high and full. My turn has already started to take place. The door between us wasn’t going to protect her much longer. I heard her sigh from the other side followed by her body sliding down the wood of the door. "I’m not leaving you, Liam." I laughed and shook my head. If only she knew. "You don’t get it." I said. "When I turn into this monster, I don’t care about anything. I don’t care if you’re family, or a friend. I’ll rip you to shreds. How don’t you understand that?" I fell to the ground shouting in pain. The feeling of my bones breaking and reforming was agonizing. "Get out!" I growled. I stared up at the door. The feeling of my teeth changing to sharp weapons. "Now!"
Louis: I watched her sleep when she first moved into my old house. The place that killed me. After a few weeks she started to realize that she wasn’t the only one here. I started to mess with her. I knocked a few things over here and there and rearranged furniture sometimes too. For a while it really freaked her out. Sometimes she would even run out of the house. She would be gone for hours. What happened to you? She asked me this same question every day after that.I fell over the railing at the top of the steps. I reply. It took a lot of practice to be able to gain enough energy to show myself. First she could hear me and soon enough she could see me. It wore me out. Sometimes it wore her out too because I had to use some of her energy. “I never thought that I would be friends with a ghost that’s invading my home.” she laughed. “And I never thought that i’d be friends with a human that’s invading my home.”
Zayn: "You’re eyes turned black last night." she said. She continued on with what she was doing, not even turning around to look at me. "Maybe you just bring out the demon in me." I joked. It was like an alter ego. I never know when he’s going to show up. But when he does, I always end up doing something terrible that I can’t remember doing the day after. "That’s not funny. Did you put weird contacts in or something?" she dusted off the picture frame and placed it back on the shelf. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did you smoke something before we had fun last night?" I laughed. "Zayn, it’s not funny. Your eyes were pure black. It’s like you weren’t… you."
Harry: She was always getting hurt. It was hard to keep up. This week she almost fell down the steps, almost burnt her house down, and to top it off, she almost got in a car accident on the way home from work. “I thought you weren’t allowed to show yourself to your human.” she mumbled while trying to focus on doing her dishes instead of staring at me. “We aren’t. But I like to think that since I visit you so much and save you at least ten times a day. You should know what your guardian angel looks like.” I smiled. I took three large strides to her side and grabbed a dry towel. “But you don’t have wings. How are you an angel? How do you fly?” I furrowed my eyebrows, letting out a long hey in offense. “Showing you my wings is very personal. A guardian angel showing someone their wings is a very big deal.”
