We'll play in the dark, 'till it's golden again (A TW FanFiction)

Part Twelve

Jay's POV

As I open the door to my house, everything starts to come back to me. We've been gone for about a three weeks and when I was there it seemed like all my problems disappeared. Like this, this thing disappeared, but now it's like there's no hiding from it again.

I unlock the door, to my dark and empty house. It gets so lonly sometimes and all I want to do is come home to someone waiting for me, someone who will love me, despite this secret. Someone that I can share this with and they won't judge me, they won't call me a freak. They'll just love me no matter what.

I drag my suitcase through the door and prop it up against the wall. I can't stop thinking about that girl from the club. It's like she knew something. She couldn't have known my secret could she? But I've never told anyone about it and I don't intend to either. She was so beautiful with her long blonde hair and blue eyes. she was perfect. I suppose it was probably a good thing that she left though, because then I would have made the mistake of falling for her. I know that if anything else happened between us, there would be no getting back from that. It's like that kiss had me hooked, but at least I can try and forget that. I can't slip up, I can't let myself get close to anyone. I shouldn't even be in this world, let alone living a normal life. I'm not normal. I shouldn't be aloud to walk among the innocent.

I close the door behind me, making sure to lock it too. You don't know who might try and get in these days. I sit down on the sofa and I put on the TV in the hope that it will take my mind off of that girl. I don't even know her name, so there's no way of me finding her, no way of me hurting her.

As I switch the TV channel over to try and find something worth watching, I hear my name mentioned. "British boy band, The Wanted have just finished filming the video for I Found You, in America. Which is due to hit our TV and computer screens in just two weeks" Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. The poor fans. I hate lying to them, but what can I do. I have to maintain this image of the perfect guy. The guy all the girls want to marry and all the boys want to be. This is my life and it's sad. Some times I wish I could just hide in the shadows where I belong. Or shout about the secrets I have to keep, but I can't because people look up to me. People want to be me, which I think is crazy. Why would they want to be a freak who is forced to live his life in the public eye. I can't even talk to my family about this, because even they won't understand. So, I'm left to deal with this, this thing on my own. The way it's supposed to be.

Tom's POV

As I begin walking the streets of London, in an attempt to clear my head. I make my way over to Max's house. I need to talk to someone this is going through this thing with me. It seems crazy and just a couple of days ago I didn't even think Vampires exsisted. I didn't really pay much attention to them, which I am starting to regret. Maybe if I had spent my time watching Twighlight and True Blood then I would have some sort of idea what I'm supposed to do, but instead, I don't. I have no idea what is happening and I don't want to. I wish I didn't have this hanging over me. My life will never be the same again. We can't even be captured on camera, seeing as though we have no reflection and that means that my career is over. Not to mention the fact that from now on I'm going to be drinking people's blood instead of alcohol and stuff. I never asked for this and I don't want to be one of them. Surly there is a way to reverse the curse or something. I mean there has to be doesn't there? It's like on The Sims if you turn into a Vampire you can just call the obedience trainer to come and give you a potion. Then hey presto, you're back to normal. If only that was real. As I walk up to Max's house, I notice a young woman leaving. She looks about twenty years old, with longish brown hair blue eyes. She's shockingly pretty, with pale skin and blood red lips. I wait for her to leave, so that I can save the awkwardness of bumping into her. Once she's gone, I see her walk into the woods, which starts just around the corner from Max's house. There is always stories about things that go on in there, from rape, to murder and I know for a fact that it isn't a good idea for a young girl to be going down there on her own.