† Apocalypse † |Harry Styles| [ENG]

† Chapter Four †

I left the small room on the first floor where I put Jonathan to sleep and I followed Harry upstairs to what my room would be.

As soon as he opened the door my eyes immediately focused on the view visible from the huge window in front of me. I was almost able to see the whole forest, bushes, trees, even the stream flowing with tiny waterfalls here and there. It was wonderful.

«You like it huh?», Harry asked, «I thought a good view would make you feel more confortable. I chose the right one»

«Why? Do you have other rooms?», I asked surprised.

«Obviously», he simply said.

«But...isn't it a thing that vampires don't sleep?»

«We are not into a fairytale. Things are way different here»

«Do you mind explaining a little better? I mean, it's not that I'm understanding much to be honest»

He nodded and he casually sat on the border of the bed, as I did right after him.

«You see, the type of vampires you grew up with are the ones who drink blood, bite people to survive, the ones who don't sleep and that get hurt by garlic, holy water or circles of salt», I saw him holding a laughter back, «We do drink blood to survive, from centuries now we spared you only drinking animal's blood, we were trained to control ourselves. The situation varies from vampire to vampire...for instance, I'm intollerant to blood of any kind. I risked death many times when I was a kid, when I wasn't able to handle myself yet. For this particular reason I drink tears, because they have the power to satisfy my thrist even if consumed in a small drop.  Also it helps if I drink something with mint inside, but I rarely do», he explained having my full attention, «If you want to know about immortality or stuff of this kind I'm warning you right now, vampires aren't immortal. If someone stabs us in our heart we are dead, getting in physical contact with a big enough amount of Marvora we are burnt to death, but just a small quantity can hurt you really bad. I'm talking about a poisonous plant, if humas touch it, or even halfbloods like you, it won't harm you, but for us it's lethal, it burns just like sulfur. It's atrocious»

«Like Verbena in The Vampire Diaries?», I naively asked.

«The principle is the same. Verbena too is lethal, but luckily it doesn't grow in Dullville»

«I see», I whispered looking again around this room, even more interested than earlier, but one thing came to my head, so I had to ask, «Harry, what about your parents?»

I saw his eyes beginning to darken in their emerlad color.

«They were exiled, persecuted and massacred...dead», he finished his phrase with a sigh.

«I'm so sorry», I said shocked to hear that, «I couldn't imagine...»

«Don't worry», he stopped me, «It's okay to talk about them»

«Can I ask you another question?», I continued trying to avoid this topic anyway.

«Haven't you asked me enough already?», he snorted.

«But I want to know...»

«Alright», he sighed, «Ask»

«Do other creatures exist? Creatures like us?»

«Yeah», he nodded, «Witches, wizards, werewolves and soul eaters»

I gulped hearing the last name he mentioned, and then he continued, noticing my worried look and thirst for knowledge.

«Magical creatures are almost like humans, there are some good ones and some bad ones. Werewolves are assholes, there's bad blood running between our families. Soul eaters instead, they are the most dangerous beings in this world, they have a huge power and they feed on us, getting stronger and stronger. They're almost impossibile to kill, even though after the last war they are kind of extincted, it looks like there's only one left, but this doesn't make us safe still»