Daylight by Verbayne +Demonata-Freak (best large ereader .txt) 📕

the only one to get some!” We both grin at each other, glance at the unconscious but smiling along with us, Clair and burst out into gasps of laughter.“What made her kiss you?” I look over at him. “Me?!” He straightens his collar. “Me, I can understand, but YOU!”

“Oh, cheers!” I say sarcastically. “They loved me kissing Clair than they did you!” I fold my arms over my chest and wait for his quirky response.

“A chick kissing a chick? Who doesn’t love that?!” He grins.

I perch my lips. “Homophobes?” We both burst out laughing again. I glance round the room and spot some artificial legs hidden behind the wardrobe. “What are those?” I ask as I get up to walk over to them.

“Don’t,” he mutters as I pick them up and glance over them.

“Are you learning to walk with these?”

He looks at his thighs embarrassed, “I didn’t want anyone to know,” he sighs and comes over to me. Pushing the black mop he calls hair from his blue eyes that match his sisters he gestures for me to sit on the end of the bed. I hold the legs on my lap and wait for him to talk. “I’ve been trying to do it, but it’s hard…” He licks his lips and coughs uncomfortably. “I haven’t walked for eleven years and I’ve…” He swallows his pride and tries to speak but no words will reach his tongue.

“You’ve forgotten how…” I finish. He nods and I sigh. “That’s nothing to be ashamed about,” I smile, placing a hand on his thigh. He takes my hand and mouths the word thanks and smiles at me. Playing with my fingers; his gaze leaves my hands and comes to my face. He licks his lips as I bite mine. We lean in slowly, shutting my eyes… a pair of gentle lips brush against mine.

“What the hell?” Dustin laughs.

I whip my eyes open and see Clair staring at me. I leap back and fly of the bed. “Clair!” I yell, lying on the ground.

“What?” She snaps. “Oooh, what’s this?!” She grabs the artificial leg and places it on her head. “I’m a turtle,” she laughs as she walks around making swimming actions. Groaning, I climb to my feet and push the leg of her head. “Hey!” She complains.

“I’ll see you later, Dustin!” I say over my shoulder as I grab hold of Clair’s upper arm and drag her from the room.

“Are we going to the carnival?” She giggles as we walk through all the party people and out the door.

“Yeah, Clair, we are going to the carnival.” I push her through my door and bring her into my room. “Into bed!” I snap.

She giggles and crawls into my bed. “Aren't you gonna join me?” She grins, patting the space beside her. I roll my eyes and close my bedroom door behind me. I slide down the door and lean my head against it. If this is her drunk what is she gonna be like hungover?!

Chapter 19 - Clair

Eyes fluttering open I stretched, sleep still trying to pull me back under. Sighing I started to curl into a ball but my left arm wouldn't bend. In fact my wrist couldn't hardly bend at all. Frowning I rolled onto my stomach so that I could see my arm. My side hit something warm and solid.

My head turned, red flaming hair screaming at me. I blinked, attempting to force the fog of sleep back enough to think. The cloud of crimson locks gained definition, a face peeking out from under the frizz.

"Sa-" I coughed, the sudden jolt making me head exploded. "Shit, shit, shit."

Dropping my face into the pillows I groaned as my head rattled, pressure beating against my brain. What was wrong with me?

"What?" I rolled my face to the right, eyes just barely peeking out of the pillow. Saoirse glared at me, face inches away. "What?" She repeated.

"That," I swallowed twice, trying to force my voice to be more than a whisper. "That's what I want to know."

She sighed rolling out of bed. I watched her walk out of the room without even explaining things to me. Frowning I followed her example, or tried to. When I went to sit up my a sharp pain shot up through my wrist and into my shoulder, head exploding it an array of lights. I slumped back on the bed, a string of curses flowing from my lips.

"You can't just stay still can you?"

"What the fuck is going on?" I snarled.

She stared at me like I had sprouted a second head. Shaking her head she grumbled to herself. I only managed to catch the words, pervert and hangover. My face crumpled into a fierce glare.

"Hangover? I don't drink."

She gave me a sidelong look. "More like you can't handle it."

Another wave of pain clawed its way through my head. "No shit." I grumbled through clenched teeth.

Squeezing my eyes closed I rolled back over onto my side, curling into a ball as best I could with my arm stretched out over my head. Stars rolled around behind my eyes making me think I had more than a possible hangover to worry about. My entire body ached, my right cheek and head the worst. Cool fingers pressed against my forehead.

My eyes opened everything going white. I shut them quickly. "What?"

"Drink this."

I frowned, pushing away from the glass Saoirse pressed to my lips. "What, you going to get me drunk again?"

"Hell no."

There was something about those two words that made me raise my head and stare at her. Just what had I done yesterday? I tried to recall what had happened. I saw blood, lots and lots of blood, and my brothers face, but nothing else. Groaning I pressed my face into the pillow. everything was hurting, even my brain.

"It's water, now drink it, come on."

When she touched my shoulder I pushed her away. "Go away."

I heard the glass hit the floor and Saoirse curse. "After you cry half the fucking night for me to sleep with you now you won't even look at me? You pain in the ass-"

I don't know what she said after that because her accent got thicker the angrier she got. I rolled onto my side, staring at her angry face. She paused in her ratings long enough to glare at me.

"I cried because you wouldn't sleep with me?"

"Yes" she waved her hands in the air imitating my voice. "'Sawhorse, Sawhorse, let me cuddle with you! Don't leave me alone Sawhorse. Pretty Sawhorse should sleep with me!'"

I blinked at her, the action slower than it should have been. "There is no way I would cry over something so stupid." She stared at me. Dropping my gaze I grumbled at her. "I wouldn't."

"Sigh, whatever just shut up and go to sleep, I have things to do."

Rising Saoirse kicked the broken glass aside. Another image of blood rolled through my head, this time sensation was attached. I felt flesh under my lips, the scolding scent of blood drenching me, the feel of the liquid rolling down my throat. I grabbed Saoirse's arm before she got too far. I thought she was going to rip my head off but when she turned all words seemed to fail her.

I blinked, trying hard to force back the swirls of crimson I saw just below her skin. My mouth was suddenly dry, not the kind of dry that regular old water could help. I needed something more, something redder. I needed blood. Digging my nails into Saoirse's arm I pulled her closer.

"Sorry, Saoirse," Jerking on her arm I forced her down to her knees. The sweet scent of blood filled my nose. I knew then that I would bite her, that I would feed from her. Burying my face in her hair I sighed, head protesting against anything and everything. "I let it roam to freely last time, it seems to have left me a little parting gift."

"What the hell are you blabbing about?" She hissed in my ear.

"Bloodlust"

Jerking away from me Saoirse started at me for the millionth time today. I smiled slowly, brokenly. "Get out"

"What?" She blinked

"I said, GET OUT!!" My voice roared over her.

I didn't want to do this, to make that last jump from me to it. To become the vampire that could easily slaughter and drink without a second thought. I knew I wouldn't purposefully hurt her, but I wasn't a hundred percent sure I wouldn't do it accidently. 

Chapter 20 - Saoirse

Clair sat on the bed, anger flaring through her, panting hard. I swallow and walk over to the bed."I said go away!" She sneers as I set myself down beside her. I pull the key to the cuffs out of my pocket. "No! Stop!" She yells.Leaning over her I unlock the silver bonds keeping her from attacking me. They click open and her wrist plummets onto the bed. She rubs her wrists and glares over at me. “Fool! I could kill you right now!” She snaps.I shake my head, “you won’t. I’ve been with someone with Bloodlust before.” I cut my wrist slowly and put it in front of Clair.Her eyes freeze on the red liquid leaking from my arm. Inhaling deeply she scrambles into a corner in the room. “I can’t let it out again,” she whimpers, hiding her face behind her mass of brown waves.I sit on my knees in front of her and push back her hair. “If you don’t take this tiny amount, you will go kill crazy!” I encourage her by pushing my bleeding arm inches from her lips. She pulls back but an internal monster forces her forward. Her mouth bites hard into my wrist, I grunt but ignore the pain rippling up my arm. She wills the blood from my body and down her throat, silently knowing at my arm. “OK, that’s enough...” I mumble but she continues to devour the fluid. I try to pull my arm away but she digs her nails into it and growls. Tugging my arm does no use; I pull back my head and send it hurtling into hers. She yelps with pain, the instant her mouth is open I snatch my wrist back. I leap onto my bed and cradle my wrist. Clair licks her lips. “Better now?” I say while licking my wounds shut.“Much, thank you.” She nods her head in embarrassment and stands up. “Why am I wearing pink pyjamas?” She looks down at her clothes and brushes them down.Shrugging I stand up and