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Chapter 10
+ Nick +

I stared at the blasted alarm clock for the nth time. Eight o'clock. I had been lying still on my bed for the past three hours. I breathed in deeply. Okay, let's try this again. One sheep, two sheep, Lucy, three sheep, Lucy, four she- yeah this wasn't really helping at all. Sleep was not going to be an option today. I sat upright on the bed and ran my hand through the mess of black hair on top my head.

I looked to my left, where the reason why the sandman wouldn't come to me tonight laid.

Lucy was laying still on the other side of the large king sized bed in my room. Why she was in my room in my bed, you ask? Well, after many innuendoes from my brothers, we still had to admit that the safest place to hide Lucy would be in my room because it was probably the last place where Sol would look for her.

She hadn't moved a muscle since I had brought her home, but she didn't look pained or uncomfortable, just lost deeply in her dreams. She really did look like a little angel, with her curly brown hair sprawled across the pillow like a halo, and the fact that she wasn't spewing sarcasm helped too. But Lucy without her sarcastic retorts and short temper wouldn't be Lucy.

Trying not to shift as much as possible, I slid closer to her side of the bed. With just one finger I traced her lips, enjoying the warmth that emanated from her skin. God, she smelled so good. Was it so wrong that all I wanted right now was to lull myself to sleep with her in my arms? I knew that I've always had a little soft stop for Lucy, but being the dick I am, instead of making her feel comfortable around me I manage to turn every conversation we have into a World War. But during the past three days, something which I cannot cute explain happened. It's like I lost all control over my emotions. All I could think about was her. This was so not good. I had it bad for my sister's best friend. Of all people, her. I darted off the bed, hating the fact that I felt cold when I broke my contact with her skin. I exited u to the corridor, wincing as an open window bathed everywhere in sunshine. I hurried across the corridor and down the stairs, rubbing my eyes and running my hand through my dishevelled hair. I really needed to wash it and get all residues of the stupid gel that Logan made me use.

But first, I needed blood. I went inside the kitchen and pulled out a hospital blood bag. Moving almost robotically, I slit the bag open with a knife and poured the gooey red liquid inside a mug. I shook the glass around as if the hood was a fine wine and smelt it. I almost gagged. Fine wine my ass. This smelt like shit compared to the blood that I had licked off Lucy's stomach wound. Lucy's blood had been like the sweetest nectar, like all the most scrumptious things in the world. This blood... well let's say that comparing it to Lucy's would be like comparing broccoli to ice-cream. Okay, I really, really needed to get my mind off Lucy. With my mouth in a tight straight line, I put the mug in the microwave and gave it two minutes.

"Nick? What are you doing awake at this hour?" I heard Solange's voice say to me. I looked up at her, watching he radiant face smile at me as she diligently ran across the kitchen, gathering the pancake batter and blueberry syrup from her mini refrigerator and the pan from one of the cupboards.

"Um... insomnia." I answered lamely. "Really, is something wrong?" she asked worriedly.

"No, I'm just tired." I answered dismissively. She smiled in he sisterly way. "Long night?"

"You have no idea." I answered truthfully. She opened her mouth, as if to say something but then shut it close, rethinking it. She got to work with her pancakes, and I lazily got off my chair to get my mug as the microwave beeped. I smelt the blood, hoping that now that it was heated up it would taste somewhat better.

"Yeah right, disappointing shit." I muttered under my breath.

I caught Solange chocking her eyebrow at me as she whistled. "Someone got off on the wrong side of the bed." she commented. Once again, she could never realise how freakishly true that was. The other side of my bad was probably warm, soft and inviting right now. "Did something bad happen between you and Lucy last night?" she asked as she flipped over one of the pancakes in the pan.

"No, actually everything went fine. We didn't fight that much. I had fun." Just before I had to drive Lucy home, that is.

"That's nice to hear." she said as she continued making more pancakes. We quietened down as she prepared her breakfast and I sipped the blood. I looked down at the burgundy and crimson ripples in the mug. When I looked up, I found Solange studying me intently.

"What?" I asked her.

She fumbled and figured with her foot for a moment. "Nothing... it's just that I was thinking and I'm probably being silly but I want you to answer this question. Do you by any change have... feelings for Lucy?" I felt my eyes fly wide and my mouth open slightly at her question. How could she have known? I kept it hidden pretty well... I think.

I laughed maniacally as if it was the craziest thing in the world. Apparently, drowsiness not only made me look like a zombie, but also made me a lousy actor."Why would you think that?"

"I don't know, it's just the way that you looked at her when she came down the stairs. I saw something that I can't put my finger on. Even she looked at you with 'the look'." she said as she shoved a forkful of pancakes in her mouth.

I looked down, not wanting to meet her eyes. "Well, she did look really nice in her dress." I mumbled.

"I don't think that it was just attraction." She insisted. I looked up at her. "Drop it, Sol. There's never going to be anything between us. She's a human, remember?" I stated harshly. She looked away from me, but I could see that I had hurt her.

"That could change, you know." she mumbled after a while. Solange wasn't realising how true all of this was. Though she may not be in pain right now, her body might be starting the change from human to vampire. I was unsure if that would be a bad or a good thing. I sighed in frustration. She really needed to get up already.

I excused myself so that I could go have a shower. Us guys in the house share two bathrooms while Solange and our parents had one each. I went in my room and got a towel and other garments I needed. I hoped that at least this would help me calm down my haunting nerves.

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I stared blankly at my phone's screen. It was five o'clock and I had absolutely no idea what was going on with Lucy. She had been sleeping for almost twenty hours.

It was official now. I was going mad. And the fact that I couldn't even speak about it because of Solange was slowly killing me and eating away at my insides.

I got off the couch and made my way to Will's study for the sixth time in the time span of two hours.

"Any luck?" I asked my brother as I sat on a stool adjacent from him. He looked up to me with a cocked eyebrow.

"You asked me the same thing ten minutes ago. Now you either shut up or let me work or I'm banning you from this room." he said, shooting me a dirty look. Rolling my eyes at him, I left.

I needed a distraction. Any distraction. I went downstairs and there I found our tattered punching bag. I started pounding it mercifully. My knuckled started to bleed but I didn't care.

But that's when I felt it. It was like a deadly call. I couldn't resist it. It was like my feet had a mind of their own. I started moving swiftly up the stairs and darted straight to my room.

"Lucy?" I asked doubtfully. I looked at the empty bed frantically. My eyes scanned all over the room and found her standing in front of my mirror. She was examining her stomach. All that was left of the wound was a thin pink line. The skin did look a little bit raw and shiny around the bruise, but the important thing is that she was still alive.

She turned around and looked directly at me. I saw the trail of silent tears on her cheeks and it made my slow heart ache.

"You were right." was all she muttered in a broken whisper.