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Chapter 49

If you had told me my freshman year I'd have a boyfriend and a stable home, I would have said "you have the wrong Luc."

I walked away from Indra and Evie.

"Luc! Hey, stop!" Indra called as I went down the steps. I glanced at him quickly and walked faster.

He and Evie came down the stairs quickly.

"Now you hang on just a second Indra!" Evie said. "You just left him wounded in the hospital to fend for himself. You abandoned him!"

"Why?" She asked him.

God. I wish they'd shut up!

"Oh you know exactly why!" Indra hissed.

"Nuh-uh!" Evie said as I pivoted. The two froze.

Indra looked at me. "Luc listen, I-"

"No, you listen!" I snapped. "I had my stomach sliced open and put back together and you took off! You didn't tell me anything! You just left me all alone! I could've used some support from my boyfriend!"

"I know." Indra said.

"Oh you do, do you?" I mocked.

"I listened to your voicemails." He lowered his head. "I..."

"You what?" I questioned.

"I..." He said.

I took a step back.

"Save it Indra. I don't want to hear any excuses." I turned around and started walking to class.

I snapped another pencil and threw it to the field. This is what I've been reduced to; breaking pencils in a field.

I hate him. I hate him so much!

"Luc." I turned around.

"Go away Indra." I growled.

"I will not."

Again with the stubborness.

I threw my hands up. "Why not?"

"I want to explain. Please, let me." He pleaded.

I rolled my eye. Just an excuse. Let him flop.


"Why did you leave me?" I asked.

Indra's expression softened and he took a step towards me.

"You're just a break, you get sick, you die easily. I didn't want to lose you..." He said. I scoffed. I can't believe him.

"So I left." He took a step closer, "but then I're one of the most resilient humans I've ever met."

He reached his arm out to me. "Luc I'm sorry. I got so scared that day and made a fatal mistake: leaving you."

"But I'm going to fix it."

I clenched my teeth together and grabbed his wrist.

"You can't do that..." My voice shook. I hunched over and stepped closer to him.

"You can't do that..." I repeated.

"Luc." Indra called quietly.

"You can't just do that!" I flipped out.

"You can't do that to me!" I hit his chest several times before breaking down crying. "You can't just leave me!"


"You can't leave me!" I shrieked at him.

He grabbed my wrist and pressed it to my chest, stopping me from hitting him.

He held me as I bent over his forearm and cried onto his shoulder.

"You can't..."

Indra rubbed my back lightly and rested his chin on the back of my head.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

I walked through the hallway with Indra close behind me.

"Luc." Indra called.

I stopped and turned to him.

"I realized something while I was away." He said.

"And what's that?"

"You don't ever have to get hurt again." He touched his chest and grinned, "I have the means to protect you."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. I'm strong."

I turned and started walking. Indra caught up to me, I saw him leaning down from the corner of my eye.

"You still don't believe I'm a vampire do you?" He asked.


"Well, I am. And like I said; I'm going to fix this."

I looked at him. God. I want things to go back to normal. I want to kiss him again.

But something tells me, Indra has an ulterior motive here. And I'm not doing anything until I find out what it is.

Later on during dismissal -- thanks to Indra and me flipping out on him I missed fourth block -- I heard Evie scolding Indra in the bathroom.

"You can't do that!" She said.

"You know it's wrong! Otherwise you wouldn't have come to me. It's like you were asking my permission." She said.

Indra wasn't saying anything.

"I know you're scared, but this is not the right thing to do. What if he hates it? What if he resents you for it?"

Indra growled. He then ran out of the bathroom and almost ran into me.

"Luc, I'm going to- I want to- ugh!" He took off.

I folded my hands together. Evie came out of the bathroom.

"What was all that about?" I asked.

She looked sad and scared. "Nothing. I'll deter him."

"Where did he go?" I asked.

"Home. Probably." Evie started. "Let me take you home now."

No one was home when I got there. I just laid in my bed crying quietly. I love him but I keep hurting.

My window creaked. I turned my head. Indra. I sighed quietly.

"You doing okay?" He asked.

"Shut up." I responded.

He came over to my bed and climbed on top of me. He leaned close to my face.

"Maybe I'm being selfish. I don't know anymore." Indra said quietly.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

I reached up and touched his cheek. I miss him. His soft face...

"What's wrong? You're acting so strange." I said.

Indra slowly shook his head and interlocked his fingers with mine.

"I want to kiss you. Can I?"

This is what I wanted. It's just a kiss doesn't mean anything.


He kissed me. Slowly. Deeply. The passion was there. I gave in, I kissed him back.

He put his hands on my cheeks and pulled away.

"Don't cry anymore." He said, wiping my tears away. "I'm going to fix this."

He climbed off of me and went over towards the window.

"What does that mean?" I questioned.

"See you at school." He said and stepped his foot out the window.

"Wait! Indra, don't go!" I called. I sat up. He faced me.

"Don't leave me." I begged. "Will you stay here for a little longer?"

Indra nodded and climbed over me and laid down beside me. I laid down and looked him in the eye.

"Why?" He asked.

"...I don't know." I answered.

I shook my head slowly. "Where did you go?"

He reached for me, but quickly stopped.

"Home." Indra said.

"We checked your condo." I replied.

"No. Home home -- Romania."

"I just wanted to get far away." He then said.

I gasped. His fingers grazed my stomach. I didn't jerk away from his touch, surprisingly.

I put my hand on his, pressing it onto my stomach.

"Sorry. I just wanted to feel it..." He said.

"It's just a scar now." I stated.

"I'm so sorry." Indra whispered.

I shook my head.

"There's nothing you could've done." I said. "You're here now. I can live with that...kind of."

Indra looked down. "Can I see it?"

I moved my hand and gripped the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up slowly just above the scar. I shuddered lightly as Indra gently ran his fingertip over it.

The scar was just a dark line now. Finally healed.

Indra took his hand away and I pulled my shirt down.

I rested my hand under my head and studied him.

"So. Why Romania?" I asked.

"I feel better there." Indra responded. "It was far. Home."

Indra sat up. I did too.

"Luc. I know you may end up hating me...but I feel this is the right thing to do." He said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"To fix this. It'll all get better." He said.

"Fix what?"

Indra climbed on top of me and sat on my legs. He grabbed on to my shoulders and pressed me against the headboard. The bad feeling was back.

I fought against him, but it didn't faze him.

"What are you doing?" I shook.

He stared deeply into my eye; stared intently.

"I'm going to turn you into a vampire."

I jerked forward, "stop messing around!"

"Don't worry. It won't hurt that bad." He's gone insane...

"There's no such thing as vampires, so cut the crap!" I yelled and thrashed.

"But first...I want to taste the human you." He muttered.

He leaned in to my neck. I felt a painful pinch that then turned into a pain that tore through my throat.

I started screaming loudly.

I grabbed his throat and squeezed, I was gonna choke him!

"Stop it!" I squeezed as hard as I could. Indra raised up from my neck and coughed hard. In a fit of coughing he coughed up blood on me and it ran down his chin.

I covered my neck, trying to stop the bleeding. "He really is..."

I stared at him, shaking. He just sat there looking at me.

He fucking bit me!

"You believe me now, Luc Benson?" Indra questioned.

His head turned after I slapped him. Once he recovered he looked at me.

"I deserved that." He said. "Don't worry, I can heal you. Then I'll just turn you."

Indra reached for me. I furiously slapped his hand away.

"Get. Away. From me."

Indra stood up, dejected. For a second he was there, in the next he was gone. Shit.

I got up and raced over to the window, slamming it shut and locking it.

I looked back at my bed. Blood, on the pillow and sheets. I sighed heavily.

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