Damon Pov.

Bonnie's arm was now clutching onto mine, she seemed terrified.

"Look, Red, am sure it was not that Michael, now relax."

Even though I spoke soothingly, I was still pretty suspicious, and she seemed to be fretting.

"If it makes any difference, tomorrow or later or something, I'll come round to your place, and check this guy out if you wish. Now, calm down, and enjoy the party." I smirked.

She nodded, and looked up at me, her brown eye's still wary.

Leaning down, I planted a small peck on her lips, causing her to flush adorably.

Her arm became detached from mine, and she now had one hand on her hip, a mischievous look hidden in her chocolate orbs.

"Well, I'll relax if you dance with me."

I groaned and forced my eye's away from her.

"Please."

That just killed me.

My head was pulled directly toward her, she was pouting, her eye's gleaming, looking so innocent!

Geez, she was so cute.

"I think I'm going soft." I moaned.

Giggling, her hand brushed mine, and she dragged me cheerfully towards the dancing couples.

What was this girl doing to me!

Michael Pov.

Rushing back to the McCullough house, I dived threw the front door, only to see Miss. McCullough smiling expectantly at me, as if waiting for a order.

"Turn around, and walk away." I snapped, and rushed up the stairs.

She done as I said, without questioning.

Dashing up to the spare room, I began pacing.

She saw me, she saw me for sure, I know she did, I even heard the red headed beauty gasp.

Did he see me, the blood sucker? I hope not. Belo would have no proof to whether she saw me or not, leech would think she was just being delusional from the new surrounding of the party, of course he wouldn't believe her. Right?

If she has saw me this will completely ruin everything! She didn't see me, of course she didn't, no, no she didn't.

My rapid train of thoughts was interrupted by a thump on the door.

I froze.

"Michael, my daughter is approaching the house, what are you wishes?"

It was Mr. McCullough.

I began to pace again.

"Tell Bonnie...If she questions say I decided against going to the party, as I felt unwell, and did not attend it, thank you." I ordered.

"Yes, Michael."

Thuds could be heard trailing down the stairs.

Sitting cautiously down on the bed, I placed my head in my hand's and began to think up a strategy.

Nothing.

Spec-fucking-tacular.

Bonnie Pov.

Closing the door behind me, I glided slowly into the living room, to see my parents sitting upright staring at the TV which was playing some random show.

"You're home."

My Dad's voice held no emotion what so ever, it was just blank, almost cold.

It caused me to wince slightly.

"Mum, I think, you know, Michael? Yeah, he was at the party too, did he say that he enjoyed it?"

I tried to bluff my curiosity and my actual NEED for the answers.

Mum didn't reply, instead my Dad was now right in front of me.

"He was not at a party. He decided against it and came straight home, he is unwell."

His voice was robotic.

"No, Dad, I saw him. Why are you suddenly so protective of this guy anyway? He's a right creeper."

That was a big mistake.

Taken by surprise, my Father's hand flew out and collided with my cheek, sending me flying to the ground, my head hitting the sofa before landing ruggedly.

Damon was inside the house like a bullet.

I felt a warm liquid begin to trickle down from my nose, touching my lips, slightly.

Tears began to pool, and I groaned out in pain.

My mother stayed where she was.

Looking up slowly, I realised Damon now had my Dad choked up against the wall, baring his teeth, not fangs, but teeth at him.

"You touch her again, and I swear, no, I give my word, I will rip you apart limb by limb."

Damon's voice, sharp as a knife, seemed to be stabbing into my Father, but no wounds seemed to be catching him, as my Dad's expression stayed flat, and he was not fazed by the sheer speed and strength of this young man.

I now stood up, and warily, steadying myself, wiped away the dribbles of blood running from my nose.

"Damon, please, no."

Suddenly Damon was at my side, one of my arms slung over his shoulder for support. He seemed puzzled, as he scanned both my parent's stances.

"Something's not right, here..." His voice trailed off, as he continued to eye my parents.

I looked up at him, tears still rolling down my cheeks.

I could not bring myself to even attempt to speak, in fear of my voice breaking, and causing these streams of tears to soon turn into the Niagara Falls.

"It's as if... there under compulsion, but I would be able to sense that, it's not compulsion, it's something eles."

Even though Damon was speaking out loud in front of my parents, they didn't seem to acknowledge the fact that he was discussing them.

"Carra, got get some stuff, you are not staying here tonight."

Damon's expression said it all, I didn't dare argue with him right now, so instead, I pounced up the stairs, two at a time.

After launching into my bedroom, I reached out and slung random pieces of clothes into a backpack, before speed walking to the stairs, but I was stopped.

Something tight was wrapping itself around my waist, but when I looked down there was nothing visible... yet the feeling was still there.

I tried to move, impossible.

My body was restricted from moving what so ever, as if a rope was tied tightly around my hips, with such an unbreakable hold, I couldn't move.

Although I could not move forward, it was allowing me to turn around.

What I saw shocked me.

Michael was standing there, his dark hair flopping into his ageless face.

His eye's where gleaming like something out of a horror movie, terrifying.

I began repeating an old spell I had once learnt about how to seek out some sort of supernatural presence.

Michael stumbled backwards.

He got it, the spell had landed onto Michael?

Michael, he was not a vampire... that was obvious, I could have picked that up a mile away, so what eles was he?

His eye's sharpened on me, and then went back neutrally flat.

"Are you okay, Bonnie?"

Staring at him, wide eyed, I took a step back and realised whatever hold had taken over me, had disappeared.

I began to step backwards before, turning into a sprint bouncing down the stairs.

"Bonnie!" Michaels voice called after me.

I raced out the front door.

The cold wind hit me full force, biting at my pale skin, sending shivers down my spine.

My fingers wrapped around the door handle of Damon's car, I started yanking viciously.

In a flash, Damon was at my side, confusion written across his face, but he didn't question. Instead, Damon whipped out the keys and opened the door, we both stumbled in.

"Carra, what's going on?" His voice was frantic.

"I need to speak to Miss Flowers."

Before he had the time to reply I cut him off.

"Now!"

He slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, bringing the Ferrari to life.

Sorry for the slow update, I've been having some trouble sitting down and just writing. I've had tons of coursework and things to do, and on Monday I have my second Math's GCSE so a bit of stress going on here, haha. I weren't happy with this chapter, am really sorry! I'll try and get my updates quicker, more interesting and better quality.

I'm sorry if I also disappointed you guys.

Even if I did, please do review?

Much love,

Charl

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