The Vampire Next Door

Chapter 37

"At least they did something for you," Harry broke the silence. I looked up at him, as he looked away. Harry didn't necessarily tell me every detail of his past. This whole thing has been a clear yet blurry dream. His hidden identity, the confession, the disasters caused by this relationship. It just happened so fast.

I didn't happen to know what was the reaction of Harry's friends or neighbors after his sudden disappearance. He never told me. I looked at him again and I could see he was thinking the same thing. That night.

"What happened that night?" I asked softly. The dim streetlights reflected slightly upon his beautiful features.

However, his features hardened and his jaw tensed. He looked away again, "It doesn't matter."

"But-"

"Drop it," He interrupted harshly. He looked around the neighborhood for a few seconds then said, "Okay you saw your shit. Can we go now?"

I was definitely taken aback by his reaction. I didn't ask anything too extreme. Whatever happened that night he got turned left a hideous memory. Sure, I know the basic story of what happened between him and his friends and that bitch Carmen. But I'm sure there was more to it. He just wouldn't tell me. I knew better than to ask him again right now, since it's obviously not the time to discuss it.

We walked back to the forest in silence. Silent Harry is not a really good thing. I almost wanted to apologize so I could get him to talk to me again, but I really didn't have anything to apologize for. I didn't do anything wrong. The only thing he said is that it's time for me to have another drink and that was all about it.

While we were walking on the thin layer of snow, looking for no specific prey, I was still contemplating on whether to apologise to him or not. I heard a faint twig snap not too far away and both of us turned our heads to the direction of the sound, meaning that Harry heard it too. I felt his hand around my waist and pulled me closer to him in a protective manner. I looked around us and so did he. Nothing but trees and the dark in between.

We continued walking, Harry's hand not leaving my waist. A few seconds later we heard the same sound. We're being followed. "Fuck," I heard Harry mutter lowly. I was a little scared to be honest. I heard the soft footsteps come closer and closer, and before I knew it, Harry was lashing at someone.

"You prick!" He growled as he pinned someone on the ground. I can't make out the figure yet because their whole face was covered in a thin black cloth. What I did notice is that this person had a knife. Harry grabbed it and pulled away the mask and I swear the hurt laced on his face that lasted for a few seconds, really did stab me in the heart.

It was Luke.

Luke just tried to kill him. Or me. Or both of us. Harry is constantly getting betrayed by him, and his expression when he pulled the cover off Luke's face said it all. However, he recovered instantly and  a deep scowl took over his face.

"You're trying to kill me, Luke? At least do it right damn it!" He barked, throwing the knife straight at a tree and it went straight towards the bark. "You know we can't die by knifes."

"I'm not trying to kill you, Harry," He growled. "Get off of me." I saw a hint of vibrant blue go through his eyes. What the hell? That couldn't be his normal eyes because they just can't be that vibrant. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me so I didn't fuss.

Instead of listening to what Luke just said, Harry started punching him. He threw a few hard punches before Luke caught a hold of his hand and pulled him away from him. He flipped both of them and started punching Harry, seeing that the two of them had equal strength. I shrieked and tried to pull Luke away.