Chapter 5

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Erin's POV

As I woke up I lightly began stretching my body out, not wanting to wake up A behind me. He had his arm placed loosely around me.

I glanced over at my nightstand checking the time, It read 7:54pm. The sun had set nearly about two hours ago.

I slightly turned my head back, seeing that Arlo was still peacefully asleep. Just to make sure I carefully concentrated on him, I couldn't pick up any of his thoughts, meaning he really was sound asleep.

I laid in bed quietly, replaying the events from last night over, and over, and over again in my head. How could I have let myself get that out of control? The more I thought about it, the more I started feeling enraged with myself.

It still hadn't registered in my head what I was doing, at least not until Arlo started shouting at me. And even then, after he had told me to settled down, I still felt like i couldn't. I remember wanting his blood so badly. I needed his blood like a human needs air in that moment.

I sighed quietly to myself, what the hell is wrong with me. I'm suppose to be getting this crave under control, but it only seems to be getting worse. I'm starting to believe that maybe I'm hopeless. I feel like the predator in me is constantly begging to come out, and I can't let that happen. I won't. I won't let myself lose all control.

Oh God, I even went as far as taking it out on my best friend. I've never acted outta place towards Arlo. I can't believe I actually hit him with a vase. Then again I do appreciate that he didn't hover over me though. I knew if he really wanted to, he could've broke the bathroom door in. I'm assuming he must've figured that I could get myself out of that state, but I wouldn't count on it though.

The minute the vigorous feeling went away, I felt completely drained, exhausted, lost, alone, just like before. I only ended up crying myself to sleep to avoid the feeling.

I heard A let out a deep grumble in his sleep, shifting behind me he pulls me in closer, "Stop."

I slowly turned myself to face him, still in his grasp,looking up at him. "Stop what?"

"Whatever the hell it is you're thinking about. Just stop." He paused for a second, "It's hard sleeping with all your emotions fuzzing around in my head." His voice is husky and sleepy, hinting a small smirk. He didn't bother to open his eyes as he was talking.

I try wiggling away from him, but he's not having it. He holds on to me tightly, and that's when I hear it.

A deep throat clearing itself.

We're dead... We're dead, we're dead, we're dead.

There's chills running through out my entire body, and Im absolutely terrified to look towards the sound, knowing damn well who it is, but I gather the courage and do so anyways.

I looked over as I'm sitting up and sure enough, there stood my father at the end of my bed, arms crossed along his chest. "Da-Dad.." was all I managed to get out, when Arlo look's over to where Im staring at, having to make a double take.

Not a second after he's immediately flying out of the bed, sadly getting caught in the sheet he falls straight to the floor. Quickly recovering, he gets back up in a instant. I sigh in relief and thank God that he's wearing clothes and isn't half naked!

"S-si-ir, it's not what it looks like." He says shaking his head defenseless.

My father doesn't say anything for a few seconds. Squinting his eyes, he glares at A, then me, then back to him. "It looks like you're late.." he responds coldly.

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