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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 6 months

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A Dark Love

Summary: Two murders on the run in the 70’s fall in love.

Warnings: enemies to lovers, murder, death obvi, gore, smut, knife kink, blood kink, mentions of cannibalism, lots of angst,just a warning this is kind of heavy! So if you don’t feel comfy don’t read ❤️‍🔥

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Y/n is sure that man is watching her every move. Either that, or it’s her paranoia building up after being on the run for ten days.

Ten whole days without a single cop glancing her way, after murdering two men at a bar she thought they would at least have a lead on her, but nothing. Nothing for a whole year. Since the news broke of several different men carelessly slashing women, Y/n has decided if men can kill women for no good reason, she can kill men for no reason. It’s better to have no men on the planet than only a few good ones.

Her first was Tommy. Thirty two, blue eyes, brown hair, two hundred and three pounds, born January fourth nineteen forty two. He lives alone in a two bedroom apartment, his room filled with porno mags and disgusting memorabilia of past girls he obsessed over until his last moment.

Y/n met him behind a bar just ten hours after the news about Lynda Ann Healy broke. Y/n was so disgusted and horrified that she fell into a spell once he tried pulling her back into his busted Red Ford pinto that she killed him right then and there, pulling the sharp buckle from her belt and stabbing him, walking all the way back home will bright crimson blood dripping from her face.

That night she discovered her new love. She had always adored taking care of herself, taking it slow and appreciating the simple things in life, like a hot bath or a new rose scented face cream- but nothing made her feel quite better than seeing her plump young skin masked in a coat of blood. She felt like she was reborn, branded into a new woman with a new fresh hungry need to kill.

Since that night she’s been slashing into any man she can, the more bloody the better for her, bathing in the thick blood like it is a luxurious skin cream. Now she’s up to fifteen bodies.

“Have a problem?” Y/n calls over, feeling the cool metal of her dagger press into the plump skin of her thigh to make sure it was still right where she wanted it. There was nothing she loved more than leading a man down onto his knees for his last sight to be her uncovering her sharp blade.

The man is handsome, standing tall with a slim but sturdy build, Tattoos, silky hair piled on top of his head- he obviously hasn’t gotten a haircut in a few months, big green eyes, a mustache dusted above his lip, dressed in some button up shirt with all too tight pants.

She can have a little fun with him before she kills him.

“Not at all, sweet thing.” He shoots her a wink before lighting a joint, taking a drag from it then passing it off to her. She pushes it back toward him but takes her place leaning next to him against his shiny blue car. “No thanks.” He lets out a tiny laugh, pulling it back to his mouth instead. “Your loss.” He breathes out, smoke falling from his mouth.

“I don’t smoke strangers' pot.” Y/n says, glancing up at the man. He smiles, “Then let me introduce myself. I’m Harry. Now we know each other, babe.” She rolls her eyes, stepping back. “I can already tell you’re an asshole.” He tosses his arms out, “c’mon, I don’t bite.” A large smile spreads on his lips, but she ignores it and walks back to the car.

Y/n isn’t quite sure why the man’s stupid words bothered her so much, but she had a feeling about him and something was off. She walks a few feet back to her car before getting inside and starting it up. Shoving the key in and twisting it she realizes the old car finally bit the dust, merely taunting her with a cough but no roar to start.

Her head turns at the noise, seeing Harry roll up next to her. “Looks like you need a ride.” She rolls her eyes, grabbing her couple of bags and stuffing them in his car before flopping into his passenger seat. The car was stolen so she wouldn’t miss it.

What’s the worst that could happen? If he tried something she would just plunge her dagger straight into his heart… but she would lose her cool if her favorite corduroy skirt happened to get blood splatter on it.

“Where are you going?” He asks, glancing over her tight and reserved body language. “Anywhere.” The

“Seriously, where are you going? I thought we were over that stranger danger shit.” Y/ns rolls her eyes at the man, picking at her manicured nails to avoid his gaze. “I’m just going.” it's his turn to roll his eyes, scoffing at her. “Seriously,”

“Get off my case, asshole. You need to take a chill pill.”

“I need to chill?! You need to stop being so fucking up tight!” The second he raises his voice at her she spreads her legs and pulls her dagger from the inside of her thigh, gripping it tight in her hand while he throws his up in surrender.``Hey, Hey, Hey” he rushes out, getting her to back off. “Either fuck off or ill slit your throat. It’s up to you Harry.” She says with a sweet smile, her heart racing from the adrenaline pumping through her veins and the excitement of possibly getting a small taste of the pretty boy's blood.

“Jesus, sorry.” She gives a tiny nod at his apology and backs down, but not before he starts chuckling. “But you wouldnt of stabbed me.'' He raises her hand again, carelessly aiming to just teach him a lesson instead of actually killing him.

“Fuck!” He shouts, blood pouring from his hand. “Dont get it on my fucking skirt!” she shouts back, groaning at a little drop of blood soaking into her skirt. Harry quickly pulls the silky wrap she had tied around her hair and wraps it around his hand to stop the bleeding.

After their panic settled they both let out a shaky breath before Harry pulled her in, grabbing her knife and pressing his lips to hers. “That was so fucking hot but if you ever do that again I will kill you.”

The car is stopped in the middle of the road but that doesn’t stop them from tearing off each other's clothes. She yanks Harry’s button up shirt open while he peels her panties down her legs. She takes her turn and unbuckles his belt, shoving her hand down his pants and pulling his cock out.

Hushed words are exchanged as she slides his big cock deep inside of her pussy, licking the fresh blood that drips down his wrists as he thrusts in and out of her from under her.

Harry holds her dagger against her neck, the sharp blade scraping against her delicate skin. She lets out a moan, her mouth and chin covered in his blood. He kisses her, his tongue slipping inside of her mouth to taste her.

“I can’t believe you stabbed me.” He laughs on her lips, softly dragging the knife down her throat before pressing it between her breasts. He kisses her one last time before pulling away breathlessly, “if you ever try that again, I promise, I won’t hesitate to kill you.” He presses the tip of the dagger into her chest enough to draw a bit of blood then pulls it away.

To be clear, Harry has never killed a woman. Really just killing random men, slitting their throats or strangling them when he notices they are following a young girl home, or slipping a pill in someone’s drink, only for good reason. He’s not a psychopath, he’s only murdered 12 people!

“I’m cumming, fuck.” Y/n cums, letting out a moan and pulling herself away from the man.

After they dress themselves, Harry returns to driving, stepping on the gas and riding down the old country road. It was an absolute ghost town, corn fields, boarded up farm houses, and abandoned shops are the only things left in the old town. Y/n loved this. This was the kind of place she could stay in forever, a town where there are little people and no one cares to get to know the tiny population.

She might consider settling down here, there’s only a gas station and a tiny grocery store, but even those are smaller than the average small town shops. This looked like a lowkey spot to hide out in, or maybe it is something straight out of a horror film- but so is she.

“Pull over” Y/n finally speaks up after about twenty minutes of driving in silence. There was a tiny yellow motel, paint chipping and graffiti covered all along the exterior. “What?” Y/n rolls her eyes at his questioning she grabs the wheel from him and drives through the grass and into the parking lot of the rundown motel. “What the fuck?!” Harry yells, quickly putting the car in park. Y/n jumps out before she can hear any of his bitching and walks through the motel and into a check out counter.

Behind the counter there is a man, a short but sturdy build man with clown makeup on. Any normal person passing through this town and stopping at the motel for a safe place to lay their head for a night would be startled to see such a man behind the counter but this comforted Y/n. If the tall man was anything like her, she knew there wasn’t a chance the cops could bust her here.

“Howdy… Gus. I’m going to need a room for tonight.” She glances at the big wooden sign that reads “HOWDY” with a large cowboy hat burned into it. She isn’t sure where she is, but wherever she was she knew it was just a bunch of homicidal fucked up hicks.

“Single bed or two beds?” The man grumbles, a low deep voice coming out of such a short man. “Single bed.” Harry comes behind her, scoffing. “I’m going to need a room too.”

“Bad news, there’s only one room.”

“How many beds?” Y/n shoots up, hoping she doesn’t have to deal with this man for god knows how long. Yeah, he was just inside of her thirty minutes ago, but that doesn’t mean she wants anything to do with him.

“Only one.” Fucking classic.

“Well you can just keep on steppin’.” Harry shakes his head at her words. “No way, not after you drug me with this hell hole.” Y/n pulls a tight lipped smile, shoving her hand into her pocket aggressively and pulling out some bills and change to slam on the counter before snatching the key from Gus’ hand and stomping off.

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The door flies open while Y/n storms into it, almost hitting Harry with the heavy wooden door. When she takes a quick look-see around the room she is instantly disgusted with the orange shag carpet, the stiff avocado green bedspread and the brightly cartoonish art bolted to the wall. “Well isn’t this just fucking nifty.” She lets out a huff then throws herself back on the bed.

“You act like I’m not bummed out about this too! But we both need a place to crash and it might as well be with each other since we’re in the same boat. So, if you could stop your whining I’m going to clean up my hand.”

She looks away, rolling her eyes. “I won’t hesitate to whip out my blade on you again.” He tossed a hand out to her before locking himself in the bathroom.

Y/n takes this time to unpack her bags, which is really just unzipping them and then tossing them onto the floor.

She’s not sure why she was drawn to this place, but she had a good feeling about it. Sometimes she regrets hurting all those men, having to live such a quiet life, always being on the move and never stable. But she’s hoping soon enough the investigation will be closed. They have been working to figure out who is behind this string of murders for far too long and she knows if she just sticks it out a little while longer they will give up. She’s sad for the families grieving, but not sad that there is a couple less useless fucks in this already shitty world.

Hopefully she and Harry will get along. They got off to a rough start, and are still in a rough stop, but she thinks with a little work they could be partners in crime- no that she’s planning on killing any men while she’s in hiding, but if need be.

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“Where did you run off to?”

Y/n pushes open the motel door, kicking it shut with her heel and pulling her glass bottle of big red up to her lips for a swig. She dumps the big paper bag onto the entertainment center of the motel room, tossing a bag of chips at the man, then pulling her carton of cigs out and lighting one up. “Convenience store.” She mumbles through her exhale of smoke, flopping back on the squeaky bed where Harry sits up straight.

“If we’re going to be staying together we need to learn a little bit more about each other.” Y/n rolls her eyes, taking another drag off of her Marlboro. “Why are you suddenly Mister moral? Don’t you like…kill people?” Harry rolls his eyes, he’s grown increasingly agitated with her and if she wasn't such a pretty girl maybe he would kill her.

“Yeah, bad people. But that’s irrelevant. I hardly know you.”

“That didn’t stop you from fucking me in your car twenty minutes after we met, even after I stabbed you.” Harry stands up, shaking his head, leaning back and growing out of frustration. “You’ve got a smart fucking mouth.” She gives him a breathy chuckle. “Yeah?” She slowly rises to her feet, ashing her cigarette on the shag carpet and taking another drag from it. “What are you going to do about it?” He takes that as a challenge, grabbing her jaw with his bandaged band, four fingers on one side and his thumb on the other.

They lock eye contact for a couple of beats before Harry pushes his lips onto her, pushing her down onto the bed and unbuckling his belt. It was already three in the morning, and they both know people are sleeping but no one staying in this hell hole is resting well. She slides down the silky sleep shorts she had slid on along with a tattered graphic tee before heading off to the store. Y/n keeps her eyes on his hands as he pulls his belt off and pushes his trousers down.

Hushed words are exchanged and before either of them know it Harry is deep inside of her, lifting one leg to get deeper.

Y/n smiles blissfully, reaching for her dagger she had tossed on the bed and sliding it against his hip bone, making sure not to nick his sensitive skin with her piercing sharp knife. Harry grabs it from her hand, trailing it up her hot body and slowly makes his way up to her neck. He traces the blade around her ear, taking his time before he slides it against the side of her neck, making sure to be soft with her. She annoys the fuck out of him, she has a smart mouth and was too reserved for someone so mouthy, but he cant help but kind of adore her.

He quickly pulls out of her, cumming all over her pussy. “Oh fuck” she whispers, flopping her head back and relaxing into the bed.

Harry pushes her shirt up, kissing over her bare chest and trailing it down her stomach. She feels a fluttery feeling in her belly. Similar to how she feels after she comes home prior to slashing into a man, blood spraying all over her face. She gets to stand under the warm spray of her shower, watching the water go from crimson to clear and drain down, giving her skin a good scrub before sitting bare in front of her vanity and pampering herself with rich creams. She feels like she's being taken care of, such a light delicate feeling.

He sinks to his knees, spreading her legs wide and burying his face between them.

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“Rise ‘n shine.” Harry sings, shaking Y/n awake.

Y/n blinks her eyes open, groaning and getting in a good stretch so she's not so stiff. “What's on your face?” Harry's hand comes up to wipe at his face, examining the splatter he wipes off. “Oh, i'm not sure.” he walks into the bathroom, quickly cleaning himself up before stepping back into her vision.

“I've been thinking a lot this morning.”

“It’s seven in the morning, how much thinking can you do?” Harry shrugs at her questions, pushing his frankly, fabulous hair back and starting to gather his things together to pack in his hefty leather bag. “Like I was saying, I’ve kind of been thinking… let's leave. Let’s go find some other place to stay.”

Y/n whips her head back to him whilst she strips naked and starts the water in the pink tiled bathroom. “What the fuck are you talking about? I thought we decided that this was the perfect place to hide out! It’s a fucking ghost town here.”

Harry rocks back and forth then turns on his heel to start pacing back and forth in front of the messy bed from Y/n tossing and turning all night. “Not to get all weird but I can't talk to you when you're bare naked. it's tripping me out.” She scoffs, “Prude.” then steps into the shower.

“If you dont mind, make this shower lickety split. I'm itching to get out of this place!” Y/n groans at his nagging, quickly rinsing the shampoo out of her hair and squirting a rather large pile of cream white conditioner into her palm and working it into her hair. “Why are you so impatient? Why cant you take a fucking chill pill.”

“This place is just creeping me out, man. I gotta get out of here.” She groans again, feeling the irritation bubble up and begin to boil over. “We agreed that this is the perfect spot to stay. I'm already settled in. Why leave now?”

“Enough with all the questions, please.”

“Why?!”

“Cause I fucking killed Gus! Okay?! Now please, can you speed this the fuck up so we can get into my goddamn car so we can find some other place to stay?!” Y/n calming but quickly rinses her body off and steps out of the shower, drying herself off much too quickly, basically still dripping wet and she throws the towel into a tiny laundry basket. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Harry throws both of his hands out.

“Again! Jesus christ can you just put something on?”

“Oh my god!” She throws a shirt at him, sliding panties up her legs and quickly getting dressed, deciding to go simple with a pair of yellow corduroy flares and a black rolling stones tee shirt tucked into it. “I guess lets fucking go since you decided to murder someone.” She grabs her back and Harry trails right behind her, walking down the long dark hallway. “We're literally on the run to try to get out of murder charges and you decided to kill the dude behind the check-in counter. What the fuck was that for?” Harry grumbles, obviously growing more and more agitated by her never ending questions and attitude. “I dont want to talk about it.”

They hop in the car, and take off once again.

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They've been driving for a while.

If Y/n is honest, She’s kind of bummed that they had to leave that motel. At first she was just worried that they would catch wind of another murder and have her and Harry’s name tied to it, but thankfully their records are clean and Gus never took record of their stay. But now, she just misses it. It was a little spooky and there were other sketchy weirdos staying there but that comforted her more than anything.

Y/n thinks she's feeling a touch homesick, after moving into her previous apartment she finally had a place of her own to call home with no roommate, it was all to herself. Having no sense of stability, only being on the road was kind of messing with her, but as much as she doesnt want to admit it to herself- and especially to him, having Harry as a partner in crime has been really great.

“So, do you think youll ever go back to wherever you ran from?” Y/n shakes her head, her feet hung out of the window and a cigarette perched between her two fingers. “Nope. kind of starting fresh. Finding a whole new job and shit, a new place to stay. Maybe I’ll be an avon lady.” They both laugh at her joke. “Me too. Now that I've left there's no way I'm going back.”

“Can I ask you a question and get an honest answer this time?” Harry quickly glances at Y/n, “Sure.” There is a beat of silence before she speaks again. “Why did you kill Gus? I can tell it wasn’t just because he pissed you off. We stayed up talking all last night and you dont kill unless you've got a good reason.”

“So you want the honest answer?”

“Yeah”

“It was because of you.”

“Me?!” Y/n shouts, she hardly spoke a word to Gus.

“Yeah, he was telling me how hot he thought you were and for some reason I just kind of… lashed out.”

Y/n takes a moment to process it, ashing her cigarette and taking one last drag on it before putting it out in the car's ashtray. She clears her throat, “So what, do you think i'm your girlfriend or something now?”

“Well, if you want. I'm not uptight about shit like that or anything. We can just vibe it out.” Y/n softly laughs. “Okay, lover boy.”

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Y/n and Harry finally found a place to stay. Thankfully, Harry and Y/n both had good money saved up prior to them being on the run so they splurged at a nice hotel and decided to stay in the suite.

This time, Y/n didn't throw a fit when she had to stay in the same room and same bed as Harry. She lets him be a gentleman and he carries her bag up to their room. This time, its going to be different. This time they are going to stay put,find a spot for them to settle down together- not just in a hotel room. Maybe they will put their lives of crime behind them and stick together as one happy couple.

Maybe.

Hiiiii!!!! If you liked this PLEASE reblog!! I’ll love you forever and I doubt a lot of people are going to read this due to sensitive subject matter but hoping this will hit my target audience 😭 im really scared that this got boring towards the middle but it was inspired by house of 1000 corpses! hope you liked it !

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not-alien-girl-v · 9 months

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Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 10

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"So you do sleep," was the very first thing Harry heard when he woke. A few weeks had passed since the drive we took, which meant I actually had to go through with my plans to confess to my mom about everything.

Harry jerked awake at the sound of my voice, turning to see Donna and I leaning against the wall of his bedroom. Donna had her elbow resting on my shoulder as I sipped on the smoothie that I got from Jamba Juice this morning. "Can I help you?" He finally spoke.

"Not really," I replied, now purposefully make loud slurping noises with my straw to annoy him. He squinted his eyes shut for a moment before widely opening them like he was trying to prepare his brain for whatever we were doing.

"So what, are we just having a family reunion in here and you didn't invite me?" Charlie suddenly walks into Harry's room as well, joining us in standing there.

"He sleeps, did you know that?" Donna asked him. Donna and Charlie seem to be back where they were before, with Donna's feelings too hard for me to read and Charlie hopelessly in love with her, but she has no idea. Same old same old.

"You sleep? Since when?" Charlie plastered a genuine smile on his face. I think he might actually make an effort to be nicer to Harry now. I'm not sure though; I haven't spoken to him since I talked to him about Donna and Florence.

"Since always I-" the exasperated Harry tried getting out but was interrupted yet again.

"Donna, I think I accidentally got your smoothie, which one did you order again?" Louis barged into the room, holding a smoothie similar in color to the one in Donna's hand. "I didn't drink from it, promise, it just smells weird."

"Ok! Does anyone actually need anything from me, or are we all just hanging out in my room today?" Harry finally got one full sentence out.

"Oh yeah, by the way, you're meeting the coven today," I casually slipped in.

"And you're telling me this now?" Harry seemed annoyed, yet endeared, like I was being irritating but deep down he didn't really mind.

"Mhm. We're leaving in 30 minutes, I suggest you get up now," I slyly turned around and walked out of the room, Donna, Charlie, and Louis following close behind.

From behind the man's closed door, I heard a loud groan. He loves us so much.

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I made the choice of leaving Jorge at home. One human vampire is enough to explain to my family, the bird can wait. Plus, it's not like he could break out of the cage. It's practically impenetrable. I think.

I had set up a little water feeding bottle of blood for him, kind of like in a hamster's cage. Although he's no hamster, it seemed to work pretty well.

However, the small bird in the window was the last of my concerns as I sat in the back seat next to Harry. Donna had stolen shotgun on me, not that I minded much, I just liked to pretend I did, and it was Charlie's car, so he was driving. Someday, I swear I'm getting my hands on that car for a drive. Just once. Charlie doesn't even have to know. I'll add it to my list of shit to do.

My mind was mostly preoccupied with Harry. When is it not, honestly? I'm really starting to regret what I did, that boy is nothing but trouble.

Do I introduce him as my friend? My vampire friend? Are we best friends yet? Is it safe to say that? Do my family know who he is as a celebrity? Will that make things awkward? I must have had a dumb look on my face as I precariously thought about it, because Harry nudged me with his shoulder.

"What's on your mind?" He asked. I didn't feel in the mood to discuss this with him, especially since knowing him, he won't give me a straight answer, he'll just pull one of those 'whatever you want to do is fine' bullshit answers. I hate when he does that.

"I should probably give you the run down of my family, you too, Louis," I peeked around Harry's figure in the middle seat to look at Louis on the other side of him.

"How much preparation could we need? I mean, I know the three of you already, I can't imagine your family could be any worse," Harry assumed. Bad idea.

"Well you'd think so, wouldn't ya," Charlie quietly chimed. Harry gazed back at me, perplexed.

"Right, so. My family. The three of us, we're the tip of the iceberg, you could say. You could take any one of us alone, and we're pretty normal. Get us into a group of three like this, and it may not be ideal, but we're talking about everyone here. The entire Callahan clan. Plus Donna."

"But you're the youngest, and you mentioned your older siblings to have a sense of maturity," Louis added. He was right. I was most likely the most childish of my family. But I'm forever 22, it's not like I need to be growing up anytime soon.

"While that's true, it's not always so black and white," I paused, "let me explain."

"So on my dad's side of the family, there's Maude. She's the oldest out of everyone. The most mature, and from that, the strictest. Trust me, you do not want to cross her. I don't think I've ever seen that woman smile," I started.

"She smiled all the time, then you were born," Charlie added, snarkily.

"Shut it Charles. Anyway, then there's Jane, the second oldest. She's pretty quiet and really shy, so don't waste your time making much of an effort talking to her, I doubt you'll get much. Then there's Charlie. He's," I stopped to look at him, "a character. I'm sure you've gotten the gist of him so far."

Harry nodded along while Louis looked completely and utterly confused, like he was trying to solve a rubix cube in his mind.

"Then on my mom's side, there's Leonard, he's actually two years older than Charlie, but the oldest of my mom's children. If you thought I was a handful, wait until you meet him. He's like Charlie but more rowdy, I guess. He's also got a smart mouth, so watch out for that. I'm pretty sure he's where Charlie gets it from. Then lastly, of my mom's kids, there's Eleanor. I love her. She's my favorite sibling by far, we've always gotten along great, and she's very fiery. She's the same age as Charlie. The only reason I don't hang out with her is because she travels a lot with Leonard, so I have to keep bland old Charles here instead," I poked fun at Charlie.

"Y'know, from this rundown, I'm starting to get the idea that you don't like me very much, Faith." Charlie pulled out his dad voice, a voice I fucking hated, because he mostly uses it when he's being mature, which just makes me look like an asshole child. It's only fun being immature when people go along with it. However, this time, I ignored it. "Anyway, that's the rundown. Any questions?" I turned back to the two men next to me.

"How exactly are you guys all related? Like who's related to who how and how did you guys get together?" Louis questioned.

"Oh, so my dad has three kids: Maude, Jane and Charlie, technically 4 counting me. Then my mom has 3 kids, Leonard, Eleanor, and me. So like, Charlie and Jane and stuff, they aren't blood related to Leonard and Eleanor. And I only have half siblings. And so my dad, Robert, had 3 kids with a woman named Alice a really long time ago, then Alice died. And my mom, Cecilia, has 2 kids with a man named John a long time ago, he also died, then my parents, Robert and Cecilia found each other and got married, then they had me in 1446, which was the true start to the 'Callahan Clan' as we call it, since that was when everyone was together all at once."

"Did that make sense?" I asked them, feeling like I lost them somewhere along the way. Harry reluctantly nodded his head, although I could tell he didn't get it, and Louis just flat out shook his. "That's okay, you'll get it eventually."

I decided to leave it at that, and continued with my thoughts about how to explain everything. They're not going to like this.

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The second we pulled up to the large house that contained my family, I felt like I might throw up. It was like going to high school all over again. (Yes, I did attend a senior year back in 2008. It was not pretty)

Charlie was the first to get out, followed by Donna, then Louis and Harry, but I stayed in the car for a moment longer, trying to compose myself. If I could have one, I'd probably be experiencing a heart attack right now. I took a deep breath, glancing out the window to the house. I can do this.

Harry surprisingly came to my side of the car and opened the door, extending a hand to me. I took it and he pulled me out.

The 5 of us walked inside.

I was immediately greeted by screaming, something glass shattering, and extensive swearing. Just another Friday at the Callahan house. If you're wondering why I would ever leave such a fun and eccentric family, this is the reason. I turned to my left and saw Leonard trying to dead-lift my dad with Eleanor on his back. Leonard was literally a walking stick figure, so I'm not sure what he expected to happen, but he collapsed onto my dad, with Eleanor falling on top of them, laughing hysterically.

The moment they all noticed me standing in the doorway, their expressions dropped from something sweet and loving to something bland and emotionless. Eleanor quickly perked up, though.

"Faye!" She clumsily climbed off of my brother and ran up to hug me. "I haven't seen you in forever! What are you doing here?"

"I, uh, wanted to catch up with you guys," not a total lie. I did in fact have things to tell them. New things. About my life. That's what catching up is, right?

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"So, I'm sure you're wondering why I gathered you all here today," I spoke, at the front of the room, standing next to the TV. My siblings were all piled onto the main couch, with my parents on a loveseat nearby, Harry and Louis squeezing into one single sized chair, and Charlie and Donna sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of them.

On the television next to me, there was a powerpoint I had single handedly prepared for this occasion. I clicked the remote in my hand, turning to the next slide. It was blank at first, until I clicked again and a picture spun in from the left, and a title faded into sight at the top of the slide. Once the effects were over, the picture revealed to be an image of Edward Cullen sitting at his biology desk, the title reading 'have you ever read twilight?'

"Right, so, Twilight, am I right? Great book series, great movies, I personally loved them," I started, talking a lot with my hands to help ease my nerves. "Today, we're going to be focusing on one character in particular, and that would be Mr. Edward Cullen himself." I clicked again and a new picture of Edward appeared, this time with cat ears, anime blush, and sparkles photoshopped onto him.

"Faye, I swear to god," Donna swore under her breath. Meanwhile, Eleanor was trying her hardest not to burst out laughing, looking like she was about to blow up.

"Now, who can tell me something about Edward Cullen, anyone?" I skimmed my eyes over my small audience until Louis raised his hand. "Yes?"

"He's a vampire," Louis answered, his voice sounding weak, trying even harder than Eleanor not to laugh.

"Precisely. He's a vampire. But aside from that, he's a cool guy," I concluded, clicking again so a pair of black sunglasses would slide in from the top and land on Edwards face. I turned my head to glance at Harry and Louis, who both looked like they were in physical pain trying not to laugh. Louis had his hand over his mouth and Harry was hiding his face in his hands.

"Alright, next slide," I clicked again. "Why is this important in our lives?" I read from the screen. "Well, vampires are pretty awesome. I love them. If only they were real, am I right? My thoughts exactly! So from this thought process sprouted the idea to look through Grandma's grimoire. Grandma, what a smart and noble woman, that's for sure. So smart, in fact, that she was able to single handedly write a spell for vampirism. Impressive right. Now, while reading this chapter in the grimoire, I decided to make my own revisions to it, y'know, for gits and shiggles. Now, I never planned for this to go a long way." Lie.

"Now here is when the first known vampire comes into play," I clicked again to show a crude drawing of a bird. I did it myself. Needless to say, I'm not an artist. This time, it was my mother that sighed in disappointment.

"This is Jorge. He is a bird, if you couldn't tell. He resides in my antique birdcage in my bay window, and he is a pleasure to have. He is peaceful when not taunted, he drinks a small bit of blood, and he's only attacked one person so far, that person being Mr. Harry Styles," I clicked again and a picture of Harry appeared on screen.

"When I saw Jorge attacking Harry, I captured Jorge, made sure Harry was alright, and then I left. End of story, right? Wrong. Soon after that, I ran into Harry again at IHOP, where I decided that if fate brought us together twice already, then it must be fate who wants to keep us from separating. This is when I performed the vampirism spell on Mr. Styles."

The looks on my family's faces was to be expected, I doubt they've had any run-ins with vampires previously. Gasps were heard round the room.

"So, what's the recap? Well, Harry is a vampire. His friend, Louis, is interested in joining the coven, and we have a new pet bird named Jorge, who is very inexpensive to maintain, all I feed him is a couple drops of blood every morning and he's alright. And as for me, well, I have a pet, two new friends, and the spell for vampirism!" I remained cheerful so I wouldn't seem freaked out.

"Any questions?"

Eleanor raised her hand, and I nodded at her. "Right, so which one is Harry and which one is Louis?"

I clicked all the way to the end of the presentation to the glossary which included pictures. "Glad you asked." After explaining to her who they were and that they were both famous and a brief timeline of the formation and with it, dissipation of the boyish pop sensation that was One Direction, I ended my presentation.

Once all the conversations fell into a lull, everyone's heads turned to my mother, for the final verdict. It's an unspoken rule of conduct in this household, she's easily the man of the house. She sighed heavily once more.

"I'm truly out of words, Faye. I mean, vampires? You understand how irresponsible this is?" I nodded my head vigorously. She pursed her lips. "Your two boys, they can stay, I suppose. Since they aren't causing any harm, I figure there's no harm in keeping them around. As for your vampire, I'd like for you to send me a copy of the spell. And as for your other friend, Louis, was it? He is welcome to the coven. I'm sure we can teach him the basics, if that is what he desires."

On that note, my mom carefully lifted herself off the couch and walked to the kitchen, stopping at the doorway. "Faye, will your friends be staying for dinner?"

I glanced back at the two men squeezed into one chair and they both nodded happily. After turning my head back to my mother, she nodded silently as well, and disappeared further into the kitchen.

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