"Don't you fucking touch her." Trevor growled and I opened y eyes just as he shoved the vampire away from me and pulled me into his arms.
"Trevor...?" I was confused. Why wasn't he trying to protect me?
"Don't do that again, Lily. Got it? I've waiting all my life to find someone that complete me and now that I've found her, she almost gets herself killed. Lily, how could I live with that?" He whispered into my ear.
'He means me.' I thought and I had a flashback to when he kissed me and how much I liked it and wanted more than just one. "Why didn't you tell me you were a vampire?"
"I didn't want to scare you away, Lily." He confessed. "I love you."
Before I could say anything, the other vampire was saying, "How bloody cute. The vampire admits he loves a human."
"At least he knows how to love and not just kill." I snapped, pulling out of Trevor's arms and facing the vampire.
"Lily, be careful. Jackson's tough." Trevor whispered.
"I'll be fine. This asshole couldn't hurt me even if he wanted to." I smirked at the red eyed vampire. "He's weak."
"What did you say about me, human?" He demanded.
"You heard me. I said you're weak." I replied, a smirk still on my lips.
The blonde vampire roared and threw himself at me. That was when Trevor stepped in his way, threw his arm out, grabbed the other vampire by the throat and slammed him to the floor. As he was holding the vampire down with one hand, his other hand came up, his nails pierced the chest and he ripped out the heart of the blond haired, red eyed vampire.
The heart and the body of the vampire slowly turned to dust. And when it did so, five or so minutes later, Trevor grabbed a boom and swept the dust outside. From there, the wind carried it away. When he came inside again, he made sure he shut the door and locked it.
"We need to stay here for the night." Trevor murmured.
"Why?" I asked.
"The sun is coming up." He stated and I swore under my breath.
"What should we do?" I asked. I was on the verge of panicking.
"Calm down." He whispered and he pulled me into his arms. "Do you have a basement?" I felt myself nodding and pulling out of his arms.
"Yeah I do, follow me." I replied and I walked to the door, which lead the stairs that lead down stairs. I opened the door and started walking down the stairs with Trevor following me.
We got to the basement and there was a room down there that used to be mine while James slept in mind since we had to add onto the house to accommodate for James being there. I hated it down in the basement and if I hadn't gotten my room back, someone would've died. And of course James couldn't have the basement room since he was also afraid. But not afraid as I was. Because after all, I saw things down there. Things that no one would believe me about if I had told them.
Once I had seen the ghost of the woman who had lived here before me and my family did and she spoke to me. She had said that her husband had murdered her and her children then he turned the gun to himself and pulled the trigger. Then after she said that, her three children, two girls and one boy, appeared beside her.
"Hi, Lily." The one girl said. She looked like she was my age, five at the time, and she had the reddest, curliest hair ever that went down to her shoulders with steel gray eyes. She was kind of cute.
I was afraid to say anything back to her and the family slowly disappeared after they realized I wasn't going to say anything, I was just going to cower in the corner with my hands over my mouth and my eyes wide with fear.
Another time I had heard a cat yowling, it was around 4:00 in the morning, at least I thought it was, and I had gotten up to see if it was a stray cat. But it wasn't. It was a ghost cat that looked like it was neglected and abused when it was alive. I had wondered if it was the family's, I had seen before, cat. I had felt so bad for it. It just looked like it wanted love and attention. I remember that I had called the kitty, telling it to come to me. And it did.
Needless to say, when I tried to pet it, it hissed at me and swatted at me with its paw. You would think that a ghost cat would not be able to hurt you with its claws. Well you'd be wrong. The cat's paw and claws connected with my hand and when I jumped away from it, with a cry of pain, I had four parallel bleeding lines on my hand.
I sighed and shook the memories from my head. Trevor threw me a questioning glance and asked, "Are you okay?" I felt myself nodding.
"Yeah, just memories of when I had to sleep down here when my family adopted James just before my fifth birthday." I replied.
I hated that day with a passion. Three days before my birthday and my parents had come home with a child, a preppy one that had shaggy dark brown hair and steel gray eyes that immediately filled with wonder, hatred and something that contradicted that hated; love, as soon as he saw me.
I remembered being confused and asking my parents about this boy. They had replied that he was my new brother. And I could tell, in their voice and eyes, that they already loved him more than me. And I began to hate the new kid; whose name I found out later was James.
"You didn't like James, did you?" Trevor asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"No I didn't. How could you tell?" I replied.
"The tone in your voice. Plus your eyes kind of glazed over with hatred when you said his name." He explained and I felt my cheeks grow hot.
I didn't say anything though; I just led him to the room that I used to sleep in. The door was closed and I opened it, letting Trevor go inside to check it out.
"I'll sleep here tonight. And I think it'll be soon. I'm exhausted." He said and sat down on the bed with a sigh of relief. "Walking and running all the way from about eighteen miles out of town, really takes a lot out of you. Then protecting the girl you love from a sick vampire takes even more out of you."
"I'd imagine so. I'll let you go so sleep. Goodnight Trevor." I walked out of the room and shut the door behind me. That was when I realized my true feelings for Trevor.
Afterwards, I collapsed from exhaustion as well. The last thing I remember was putting my hand on the door, imagining that Trevor was on the other side of the door, doing the exact same thing and whispering, "I love you."
