Bellamy P.O.V (Present Time 2015)

Night was my favorite time. Day was okay, but I preferred night. Night was calmer, colder, quieter, and the twinkling stars illuminating the darkness created a soothing mood. It was also when O and I could come out and find some animals to feed on without looking psychotic. We chose to feed on animals, because we never could bring ourselves to inflict the pain we had felt the night we were turned, on anyone else. Besides, why would we feed on humans if we could live off of animals? We still had to drink some type of blood about once a week though. We wouldn't die if we didn't get blood, instead we would grow weak to the point that we could barely move and our vision would be impaired. Plus, we would also be in an immense torture. Mostly all of our kind could not live off of of animal blood, and had to get their blood from humans. The humans they fed off of almost always ended up dead. On a rare occasion they were also turned, it all depended on how strong the human had been and how much blood had been sucked out of them. If it was more than a quarter of their blood they would be dead. Octavia and I were different than the others. Other than our ability to survive drinking only animal blood, we had a few more tricks up our sleeves than the others of our kind. We darted into the woods, searching go an animal. Soon enough we found a deer. In no time whatsoever we attacked the deer, and dug are fangs into it. Drinking from animals, from what I've learned, is different than drinking from humans. For one, when drinking from a human one would drink from the wrist or neck. When drinking from an animal, one would have to figure out where the sucking would be easier. Once we had finished with the deer, we discarded of the limp, lifeless body. O wiped her mouth as her fangs retracted into her gum, the golden midnight blue disappearing from her eyes. What replaced the previous color was now an ashamed glint, which she always had in her normally hazel green eyes after ingesting from a living creature. She hated having to kill something so innocent as much as I did, but we had no choice. We had been doing this for the last thirty-five years, and we still felt as if a little part of ourselves were taken each time we drank. The worst part wasn't the drinking, though it was worse than the moving. We appeared to be teenagers, but truly we should've looked older and aged. The first time we moved was ten years after that night. Instead of looking as if we were twenty-six and twenty-seven, we looked like we were sixteen and seventeen. When we told people our true ages, they began to grow suspicious. Our mother had recently passed away, and we thought it was better to leave the town. From then in we had moved every five years, for different reasons and we never told anyone our real ages. To any human we were a sixteen and seventeen year old pair of siblings. Even though the drinking was horrid, and terrible, the worst part was the absence of feel. Our kind couldn't feel anything physically, other than pain and that was only when it was extreme pain. Extreme as in having your eyes clawed out while burning stakes were stabbed into your body and turned. But, as I said before we O and I were different. We didn't feel anything usually, unless of course the feeling was powerful. For example, if someone we had been dating kissed us we couldn't feel it, but if that person we were dating and we ourselves felt something strong whether it be love or hate, we would feel it both physically and in ourselves. If someone poked us, we wouldn't feel it, if someone punched us we wouldn't feel it. We hadn't felt something physical for the past twenty-five years, ever since our mother died and neither one of us expected to. I mentally connected to my sister.

Let's go O.

Kk Bell.

Together we jumped into the sky, watching the trees below grow smaller. We were in a new town, and luckily it was surrounded by woods. Here we could easily search for animals without getting noticed. O's mind was still connected to mine.

Wanna race?

I smirked. Why do you even try O? You know I always win.

She rolled her eyes. Okay then 1... 2... Go!

She raced away towards the house we had found. I rolled my eyes and ripped through the air. This was quicker than running, even at inhuman speed, because we didn't have to deal with all the obstacles on the ground. Plus it was much more liberating. We didn't have wings, but we were still able to defy gravity and fly above the ground. Another reason I loved night was, because we could truly fly without being spotted. We arrived to our home, in the outskirts of the town. It was an old, beaten-down house, which had been long since abandoned, but it was good for us. Not many humans visited this area, which kept us and them safe. O trudged up the creaky, wooden steps as she headed to what she had proclaimed to be her room, while I began to organize and clean downstairs. The house wasn't late nor small, it was old though. It was probably older than me,(even though I wasn't that old). There wasn't much furniture, due to the fact we had arrived here only yesterday. In the living room there was a rugged couch, and in the adjoined dining room there was a white fold up table. Upstairs, O's room as well as mine, had a tattered bed. O and I had a good amount of money in our new bank accounts, which we would but some truly useful furniture with. After cleaning as much as I could, I trampled to my room and fell onto my bed. On the contrary of many teen novels, our kind did need sleep, water, nutrients, and air. We also needed to eat. If we didn't eat, we couldn't die, but instead grow agonizingly weak(depending in how long we went without eating it would almost be as if we hadn't drunk blood in two weeks). My eyes slowly shut, and I fell asleep.

The warm sun on my face felt great as always. Unlike others of our kind, my sister and I could enjoy the sunlight. I wasn't with my sister though, I was with someone else. This someone else had blue eyes and blonde hair. I didn't recognize her, but she talked to me as if we had been friends forever. Had I seen her in one of my visions? No, I would remember that. Was she my friend? Maybe

"Bellamy are you listening to me?" She asked slightly pouting and yet seeming irritated at the same time.

I stared into her sparkling, blue eyes." Uh no, who are you?"

She rolled her eyes."Ha, ha very funny. One time I forget your name, and you hold it over me forever." I opened my mouth, but she didn't let me speak. " In my defense, I wasn't even your friend back then."

My eyebrows drew together. So we were friends.

Yeah we are.

My eyes grew wide as I heard this stranger's voice in my head.

She laughed."What is up with you? Usually your mind is blocked and it takes me longer to connect with you."

I rubbed the back of my neck. "I'm sorry, but how can you get into my mind?"

Now her eyebrows drew together in confusion."What do you mean? You were the one who helped me after you turned me." Turned her? I would never turn anyone. She lifted up her soft hair, exposing her neck, and two perfect circles on it. I light my fingers and grazed her neck, only to instantly pull back. Eyes wide, I stared at my fingers then at her, I had felt a jolt of energy. I had physically felt something. I had felt her.

My eyes shot open, and my eyebrows went up to my hairlines. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. What? Why'd I wake up? I searched my mind for a reason, but I couldn't remember my dream. That was odd, the last time I hadn't remembered a dream, was before I was turned. I sighed, shrugging it off and sinking back into my bed.

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