What You Believe

“You promised nothing would happen to you!” Belle shouted as she neared the bed as I bit my lip.
“I’m ok, I’m fine. It was a little scratch.” I mumbled, the breath being knocked out of me by her vice like hug.
“You was shot. Gerard tell her.” She looked over at her companion who just held his hands up in a surrendering manner as Belle scoffed. “How long have you known about all of this?” She looked at me, slightly hurt, as she sat down on the bed at the side of me.
“About 3 weeks?” I looked over at Frank who nodded his confirmation. “The night of Avenged’s gig, something in the beer garden happened and Frank was sort of forced to tell me everything.” I admitted biting my lip.
“I didn’t want too but she’s so stubborn.” He spoke out in a bored tone, never once taking his eyes off me.
“That’s why you’ve been acting weird?” Belle questioned as I nodded. I’d completely shut myself off from her, since that night I got mass amounts of; phone calls, texts, emails, letters and visits from the offending vampire. All threatening me and more importantly threatening Belle. I’d focused solely on catching this guy before he could hurt her in any way, I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if he had. I’d ignored her, snapped at her and pushed her away for three weeks and finally now that she knew it was like all pressure was off. “He did something to get your back up didn’t he?” I nodded again as I saw Gerard take her hand slowly.
“It’s all over now. I took the shot.” I said before laughing at the irony of what I’d just said.

“We’ve come up with an official story that everyone will believe.” I heard Frank’s mother’s voice say from the back of the room. “He shot you, he was shot and he was taken to hospital where he later died from his injuries.” She filled us all in as I bit my lip. The flashes from what happened coming into my mind. I was stood there facing him, he’d froze me like he did at the beer garden taunting me that I was just like every other human. He went into graphic detail about what he was going to do to Belle before he eventually killed her. My hands were out; my gun was aimed but he was stopping me from pulling that trigger. My mind racing and my tears falling were the only thing that seemed to work on me as he stood with the gun pressed to where his heart should be. I was helpless as he took it from my hand, as he shot me in the thigh, as he placed it back in my hand. He laughed as he did it, a sickening psychotic laugh, chanting that I wouldn’t feel the pain now, that he’d controlled the bleeding so that when he finally gives me the use of my body it would be a long and torturous death whilst he was torturing Belle. To add insult to injury, quite literally, he kneeled down biting just above the bullet wound as I felt the sick rise but not leave. He took his position back with the gun against his chest as he told me to remember the man who took everything from me and something came over me, something I couldn’t explain, something I’d only ever felt once before. Something inhuman. I shook my head to get the thoughts out of my head whilst I felt everyone’s eyes on me.
“I’m sorry. Did you say something.” I didn’t look up at anyone as I felt eyes burning into me from across the room.
“You should leave. I’ve just healed her and she needs rest. I’ll stay with her.” Frank spoke out making his way over to the door, Belle shutting her mouth from protesting. I saw his mum glance over at him and me before staring at him, it was as though they were talking so no one could hear.
“Come on we’ll go get your stuff from your flat, you can both stay here for a few days.” Gerard smiled taking Belle’s hand and carefully pulling her out of the room, Frank’s mum following closing the door, which he quickly locked.

“I saw your thoughts.” He spoke out as he made his way over to the bed, “You shouldn’t have gone there alone. You should have told me.” He shook his head. “How could you be so stupid!” He shouted slamming his hand on the bedside table causing the glass he’d brought up before to slam down and shatter.
“How could I tell you? You’d stayed away from me for 3 weeks Frank. Like I said you get your kicks and then you leave.” I spoke out as I saw his eyes darken to black.
“Don’t talk about me like that. You don’t know me.” He shouted back out at me, his anger rising.
“No you’re right I don’t. Tell me why is that?” I pushed sitting up properly in the bed glaring at him. “It took a psycho to paralyse me and threaten me to find out what you really was.” I screamed. “I’d fucked you and didn’t know a thing about you! Do you not understand how that made me feel? I felt like a cheap dirty slut Frank. You left for 3 weeks after dropping this major bombshell on me and I self-loathed for all 504 of those hours!” I carried on.
“You could have died!” He shouted back with just as much anger.
“And why would you care? What you wouldn’t have got a fuck buddy!” I swung my legs off the bed inching closer to the edge so my feet would finally touch the floor.
“I saved your life.” He ignored the question.
“You healed me quicker! News flash I would have healed eventually.” I lowered my voice this time.
“Oh yeah and what about how his body just disappeared?” He smirked at me.
“Are you fucking smirking at me?” I screamed, seeing red. “He would have just gone. Murders would have stopped, investigation dwindled down. Suspected suicide!” I glared at him as I attempted to stand up.
“Sit down Lydia.” His overly calm voice rang out to me making me even more angrier.
“Thank you for healing me. Thank you for the sex. I’m leaving. Stay away from Belle and me.” I spat out as I put pressure on my leg, attempting to take the first step but it wouldn’t withstand the weight and caused me to fall down. I heard him bend down but I smacked his hands away.
“Your outside wound is healed but your muscle takes a little longer.” He sighed out. I carried on looking down at the ground refusing to look at him, refusing for him to see the tears. “You’re wrong. I would have cared and not because we’ve slept together.” He told me softly causing me to scoff. “There’s so much about my kind that you don’t know, but, you actually mean more to me than that.” He carried on ignoring my disbelief. “I need you more than you know. More than you would ever understand.” He whispered as I looked up at him and for once I saw real raw emotion behind his now hazel brown eyes, and it wasn’t unadulterated passion for a change.

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