Best Friends With A Demon And Neighbored With A Vampire. What Could Go Wrong? [Chapter 5]

Original P.O.V [Charlie's P.O.V]
I looked over at Dylan. He seemed to be thinking about something. My stomach rumbled a lot just at that moment. My eyes grew wide and I glared at my stomach. It growled loudly again. I looked over at Dylan expecting him to laugh at me, but he didn’t. he wasn’t even looking at me. Something must be really bugging him.

“Dylan…can I go get something to eat?” I asked politely. Dylan still didn’t look at me, he just nodded his head like a robot. I sighed and then jumped off of the couch.
I made my way through the house. My eyes searched every inch of the house. This was where my parents used to live before they abandoned me. I looked up at the ceiling and at the walls. Everything looked so neat and tidy. I slumped my shoulders.

I went inside the kitchen and immediately went to one of the cupboards. I opened the wooden cupboard wide expecting it to be filled with food. I gasped. The cupboard was EMPTY. I went to another one. Empty as well. I rushed opening every possible place where Dylan might store food, but every one was empty.
And then I turned to the fridge. I prayed that there would be something edible inside. I reached out and heaved the door open. I poked my head inside. All there was inside were cans of drinks. I made a weird face. I reached over and got out a can.
“Why the hell are there only drinks?” I mumbled as I cracked open the can that I was holding. I sighed heavily.
“This’ll have to do I guess…” I said to myself as I took gulp out of the can.
I tasted the drink. It had a thick, coppery taste to it. It took me about a minute to realize what it the drink tasted like.
It tasted like blood.
My eyes grew wide as I spit out what was in my mouth. I groaned in disgust and ran to the sink. I grabbed a cup and began to gulp down water. I kept trying to get the taste out of my mouth, but I couldn’t. it was still there. That thick coppery taste. I eventually gave up on trying to get rid of the taste.

I then turned my attention to that can that I had opened. I peered into the can. I couldn’t see anything. I only saw black. I brought the can to the sink and dumped out some of the drink. My eyes grew wide and I covered my mouth, trying to not scream.
Out of the can and onto the sink, came a dark liquid. I knew what it was, and it frightened me. It was blood. I watched as I let the can empty itself out. My hand still covering my mouth. The dark red liquid came pouring out. When the can finished, I took a step away from the sink.
“Maybe I’m just imagining things….” I mumbled to myself.
“Maybe Lindsey finally hit me so many times in the head that I now had brain damage?” I continued to mumble to myself. I sighed. That could be possible.

I walked over to the fridge. There is only one way to see if I’m right or wrong about the brain damage…
I grabbed out another can quickly. It was identical to the can that I had just wasted. I popped the can open and walked back over to the sink. I poured the liquid out.
This time I screamed.
It was blood. It was the same, dark red color that was in the other can and probably in every other can that was in this house. I screamed again.
“Charlie! What’s wrong?” yelled a voice from behind me. I turned around covering my mouth, trying to hold out the screaming. It was Dylan. I shook my head quickly. I knew I shouldn’t have came here to stay the night…
“Charlie!” Dylan yelled. He walked over to me. His eyes looked worried. He grabbed my shoulders trying to calm me down. His touch sent shivers down my spine. He was so cold. I continued to shake my head not knowing what else to do.
“What’s wrong?” he asked more quietly. He then looked over my shoulder. The second can was still pouring out blood. His eyes grew wide as he understood what had just happened. He let go of my arms and took a step back.
“Charlie…its not what it looks like…” he said quietly looking down at his feet.

I don’t know what to do. Why does Dylan have cans of blood inside his fridge? Was he some sick, twisted killer that liked to drink the blood of his victims? What will he do now? Kill me and then drink my blood?
“Dylan…” I said shaking my head. I cant believe what I’m thinking. I took a deep breath. There is only one way to find out.
“Dylan.” I repeated. My voice was surprisingly strong. It sounded brave. I smiled to myself.
“Why do you have cans of blood?” I asked. My voice cracked slightly when I said the word blood.
Dylan looked at me. Surprised. He studied my face intently. He then looked over at the sink. The second can had emptied itself out finally but there were now stains. He sighed and smiled sheepishly.
“If I tell you…your not going to believe me.” he said quietly.

“Try me.” I said confidently. Where was all this courage coming from?
Dylan chuckled and looked back at me. He met my eyes. “Alright Charlie…”
I waited patiently for his answer. He stared at me for a while. His face was composed. Emotionless. But his eyes were doubtful. They were pitch black and there was no hint of red in them.
“I am a vampire.” he said proudly as he pointed to himself. My mouth hanged open.
What did he just say? Did he just say that he was a vampire?
I stifled a laugh. It was slightly hysterical. I laughed and laughed, pointing at Dylan every once and a while. Dylan sighed heavily letting his arms fall lifelessly to his sides.
“You…think…you’re a va-vampire?…” I said in between laughs.
“I do not think, I am.” he corrected me. His eyes were now cold.
“Yeah…right…” I said trying to calm down my laughter.
After a minute, I managed to stop laughing.
“Listen Dylan, I would have believed you if you had told me that you were some sick serial killer that enjoyed drinking the blood of his victims…” I said looking at him. He seemed furious with me.

“But a vampire?” I said chuckling a bit when I said the word vampire. He glared at me.
“I’ll prove it.” he said sternly.
“Alright.” I said.
I blinked once. Once I blinked, Dylan was gone. I looked to where he was just a second ago.
“Dylan?” I asked as I took a step toward the now empty spot.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. I felt a cool breath on the back of my neck. I spun around quickly. I turned around to see Dylan. He was really close to my face. I felt his breath on my face. It smelled nice.
I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. he just smirked at me. He was still inches away from my face. I laughed then, he looked surprised.

“You still don’t believe me?” he asked astonished.
I shook my head no. “Nice magic trick though.” I stated.
“What the hell do I need to do to prove that I am a vampire?” he asked as he walked away from me and grunted.
I stepped closer to him. Not afraid. “Bite me.”
He turned to me. “What?”
“You heard me. Bite me. Don’t vampires bite people?” I asked.
“Well of course, we do it in order to drink blood…but what?” he asked still surprised for what I said.
I stepped away form him. “Alright then, I guess since your not a vampire…then you wont bite me.” I said.
He groaned. “Do you want me to kill you?” he asked.
Haha. I knew it. He isn’t a vampire. He is just crazy I suppose…
“I’m not crazy Charlie!” he shrieked throwing his arms up dramatically.
Wait what? I didn’t call him crazy out loud!
Dylan turned to me. His eyes filled with excitement.

“Haha! You see! That is prove!…your right, you didn’t call me crazy out loud, you only thought it!” he said joyfully.
I shook my head still unable to believe him. “Lucky guess.” I said.
“Oh really? Well then, think about something right now.” he said crossing his arms to his chest and grinning at me.
“Fine…” I said.
I then started thinking about something. I racked my brain trying to find a topic. When I did, I smirked.
Dylan is hot. He is weird and crazy, but still hot. I wonder how he looks like without that black shirt on…

Dylan laughed and took me out of my train of thought. “Your thinking about how hot I am. Your wondering how I would look like without this black tee off…” he said smiling.
“You know you could just ask if you want to see more Charlie…” he continued winking at me. I glared at him.
“Again.” I said sternly. I wasn’t about to give in so easily. Dylan sighed but then nodded his head.
Alright…
My favorite color is Red.
“Your thinking about your favorite color. Your favorite color is red.” he said smiling. I grunted.

No. I lied. My favorite color is purple.
“Now you’ve changed you mind, your favorite color now is purple.” Dylan said.
Wait, no, my favorite color is green.
Dylan sighed no longer amused. “Now your thinking that your favorite color is green…”

I was about to name another color but then Dylan interrupted his thinking. “Charlie, can you just stop trying to prove me wrong…I am a vampire and you know it.” he said.
I looked at him then. His eyes met mine. He wasn’t lying. His eyes were still pitch black. I nodded my head slightly and stalked out the room. I went to the living room and sat down on the long, leathery couch. A few minutes later, Dylan appeared out of now where next to me and had a can in his hand. I glared at him. When I saw the can, I began to glare at it as well.
“Wait…so are you going to kill me?” I asked as realization hit me. Vampires drink blood. And humans have blood…
Dylan took a gulp of the can. I made a disgusted look. “No. of course not…if I was going to, then I would have killed you long time ago when I first saw you hiding behind bushes.” he said.
I sighed. What else was I supposed to do? Jump for joy that Dylan has spared my life? He could change his mind at any moment.

“I don’t plan on killing you Charlie.” he said quietly. I looked at him. He was sincere.
“Thanks?” I replied. I felt so stupid. Thanks? Great save Charlie…
Dylan chuckled. “Well, its getting late, why don’t I show you to the guest room?” he asked helpfully.
“Sure…” I answered. He walked me to the entry way of the house. He walked me up the long staircase that was placed right in the middle of the entry way of the house, in front of the front door.
Right when me and Dylan were about two steps from the top of the staircase, the front door opened. I turned around wondering who just came inside. I was surprised to see Angela there. I turned to Dylan. He looked worried. When Angela saw me, she began to glare at Dylan.
“Dylan, what the hell have you done?” she boomed. She disappeared and then reappeared right in front of Dylan and me. I was shocked.
Dylan didn’t answer her. He just looked at her sternly. Angela grunted.
“Do not tell me that you have told this-this human our secret!” she boomed pointing at me. Does this mean that Angela is a vampire too? I felt myself shrink.

Angela continued to scream and cuss in anger. I edged myself closer to Dylan. Angela seemed really scary right now.
Dylan grunted. “Angela! Will you just stop making a fool of yourself and listen to me?” Dylan said. Angela stopped making a fuss and turned to Dylan.
“Alright.” she said nodding. They stared at one another for a long time then. I stared at both of them in confusion. They seemed to be having a conversation but I couldn’t see or hear anything.
Angela sighed heavily and nodded after about two minutes. Dylan then turned to me. His eyes seemed a bit sad. I watched him cautiously.
“What’s wrong?” I mumbled. He didn’t answer me. He seemed to be concentrating on something.
“I’m sorry.” he managed to whisper.

“Wha-!” I began but I got cut off when I felt two sharp fangs pierce the skin of my neck. I widened my eyes. I looked down slightly to see Dylan. He bit me on the neck. I felt pain stink through me. I looked over at Angela. I couldn’t read her face. Dylan let go of me and looked at my face. His face was stern but his eyes seemed to be sad.
My head was spinning. Everything became blurry. I looked at Dylan one last time before darkness closed in on me. I felt myself falling and landing on top of someone’s arms. I sighed once as I lost consciousness.