"Harry..." Louis said. "Look at me." He added. I didn't want to look into his eyes. It would just make me cry, and I couldn't cry! "Look at me" he repeated. I couldn't help it, and looked at him. "What?" I asked trying to hold back my tears. "I'd go straight for you, Harry." Or the one where Harry falls in love with...
I've always been taught to hold my head high, to look presentable- to look better; to be better. I've always been told that to win, I have to be better than the others; turn everything into a competition worth winning. I've always been forced to be polite. But how can I compete? How can I rise above when I'm caught...
Louis doesn't kill innocent people. He kills the unwanted criminals, outcasts, and poor beggars who won't be missed. After more than two hundred years living as a blood-thirsty vampire, he doesn't feel guilt or regret anymore. That is, until he meets his next victim: a stripper named Harry Styles.
