CHAPTER TEN:
Two hours pass, and during those hours, I ponder what to do next. Danny lays unconscious, his wounds have healed, but I can sense he still is in pain. On impulse, I have injected him with my blood. I enough to turn him into a vampire. I know he will not be as powerful as I was when I was turned, as I have not dado him enough to accomplish this feat. I lay back in a chair, continuing to ponder my siguiente move. I am startled when the phone rings. When I look at the clock, it is eleven thirty. I answer, not knowing what to expect. “Hello?” I answer. “Hey Ashley.” I hear from the other end. I recognize the voice as belonging to Harold Sunderland. His voice startles me. His tone is happy enough, but he sounds horse, like it hurts him to speak at all. “Harold are tu all right?” I ask. He coughs but tries to hide it. “I’m Fine.”
He says. “Listen, I need to talk to you.” He respuestas after a moment. “I need to talk to tu too.” I say, once again actuación out of impulse. “Okay. Can tu come over to my house?” he asks. I look at Danny, still asleep, and realize he will not wake until sunrise at least. I doubt it will take him five days to awaken. I have not dado him nearly enough venom to give him that kind of power when he awakens. I estimate he will be awake at sunrise. “Where do tu live?” I ask into the phone. Harold gives me the address, and tells me to try not to wake up his dad when I get there. “He won’t here me.” I reply. We exchange goodbyes and I hang up the phone. I walk over to Danny and allow part of my hypnotic voice to emerge. “Try not to wake until dawn. I’ll be back. I’m sorry for all this.” I say. I walk out of the apartment, and then stop. I realize nothing will stop lucio from coming back to the apartment tonight. Although I don’t think he will, I can’t rule it out. I return and carry Danny to the car, and put him into the back seat. He does not awake through any of it, and remains asleep when I shut the back door. I climb into the driver’s side and crank the ignition, before driving off.
I arrive at Harold’s address twenty minutos later. The lights are all out except for one room on the parte superior, arriba floor, one with a balcony. I lock Danny in the car, and easily jump up to the balcony, climbing over the railing. I look in through the glass door, and see Harold at his computer, typing away. I tap on the glass, but do not seem to startle him. He sees me and smiles, before walking over to the door and sliding it open. I enter the room and look around. The first thing I notice is a bunch of bookshelves, lined to the ceiling with different books. I briefly glance at Harold’s computer, and note the line he has just written. “Nightfall Ch.10” He also has a bunch of old horror movie posters as well as a telescope siguiente to the balcony door. Harold shuts the door, and returns to his computer chair. He coughs once more, and I note his coughs have gotten worse. “Danny told me tu were sick.” I tell him. Harold smiles, and then sighs. “I’ve got kidney cancer. It runs in my family. My mother had it.” He replies. He coughs again. “But I try not to think about it too much. Although soon, my doctor says I’ll have to stop attending school altogether.” He says sadly. “But at least, even then, I’ll have my stories to write.” He says. “I’m sorry.” I say to him. “Don’t be. I accepted what is going to happen to me after I was diagnosed two years ago. It just gets worse, until eventually, my kidneys fail on me. It’s hard on my dad. He’s not a match as a donor.” I look at him. “How long did they give you?” Harold turns away. “Let’s change the subject.” He mumbles. “How long?” I push, until he finally relents. “My first kidney has already failed. Last time I went to the doctor, he gave me a month. This was two weeks ago. But I try not to think about it. I CAN’T think about it.” He says, and for the first time, I see a tear come to his eye. “I’ll probably be pulled out of school after siguiente week. The only reason I’m not in a hospital right now is my choice. If I’m in there, I’ll never finish my story. I HAVE to finish it.” He says. I look at him, and after apologizing once more, I ask; “Why did tu need to see me?” I ask. Harold turns. “I fell asleep earlier, and I had a nightmare about Danny. tu know him.” I nod, and Harold continues. “In my dream, I saw him die. It felt real enough that when I woke up, I called him. His parents picked up and dicho he never came home. And that none of his friends had seen him.” Harold tears up again. “I had to talk to someone. tu were the first person I though of.” I comfort him por patting him on the back. “I’m sure he’ll be okay.” I say. Harold continues sobbing, and suddenly seems to regain himself. “You’re right. It’s just, after what happened to all the other missing kids recently, I’m worried.” Harold seems tired por this point, and says goodnight to me. I tell him I’ll see him tomorrow, and when I leave, I leave the door unlocked. He falls asleep twenty minutos later. I return after that, and bring out my syringe, which I have filled with a few drops of my blood. Not enough to turn someone, but enough to cure basically any human disease. I climb back up onto the balcony, and creep into Harold’s room. I silently inject him with the needle, and hear his breathing steady. He wakes up for just a moment, but I allow the hypnotic powers I have enter my voice again. “Everything’s alright.” I reply. “You’ll be fine.” His eyes close again as he falls back into his slumber. I climb back out over the balcony, and back into the car. Danny still has not awakened. I drive back to my apartment, wondering what the morning will hold, not just for me, but for Danny and Harold. I also dread what Pike’s true plan is and hope that when it is all over, Harold will survive.
Two hours pass, and during those hours, I ponder what to do next. Danny lays unconscious, his wounds have healed, but I can sense he still is in pain. On impulse, I have injected him with my blood. I enough to turn him into a vampire. I know he will not be as powerful as I was when I was turned, as I have not dado him enough to accomplish this feat. I lay back in a chair, continuing to ponder my siguiente move. I am startled when the phone rings. When I look at the clock, it is eleven thirty. I answer, not knowing what to expect. “Hello?” I answer. “Hey Ashley.” I hear from the other end. I recognize the voice as belonging to Harold Sunderland. His voice startles me. His tone is happy enough, but he sounds horse, like it hurts him to speak at all. “Harold are tu all right?” I ask. He coughs but tries to hide it. “I’m Fine.”
He says. “Listen, I need to talk to you.” He respuestas after a moment. “I need to talk to tu too.” I say, once again actuación out of impulse. “Okay. Can tu come over to my house?” he asks. I look at Danny, still asleep, and realize he will not wake until sunrise at least. I doubt it will take him five days to awaken. I have not dado him nearly enough venom to give him that kind of power when he awakens. I estimate he will be awake at sunrise. “Where do tu live?” I ask into the phone. Harold gives me the address, and tells me to try not to wake up his dad when I get there. “He won’t here me.” I reply. We exchange goodbyes and I hang up the phone. I walk over to Danny and allow part of my hypnotic voice to emerge. “Try not to wake until dawn. I’ll be back. I’m sorry for all this.” I say. I walk out of the apartment, and then stop. I realize nothing will stop lucio from coming back to the apartment tonight. Although I don’t think he will, I can’t rule it out. I return and carry Danny to the car, and put him into the back seat. He does not awake through any of it, and remains asleep when I shut the back door. I climb into the driver’s side and crank the ignition, before driving off.
I arrive at Harold’s address twenty minutos later. The lights are all out except for one room on the parte superior, arriba floor, one with a balcony. I lock Danny in the car, and easily jump up to the balcony, climbing over the railing. I look in through the glass door, and see Harold at his computer, typing away. I tap on the glass, but do not seem to startle him. He sees me and smiles, before walking over to the door and sliding it open. I enter the room and look around. The first thing I notice is a bunch of bookshelves, lined to the ceiling with different books. I briefly glance at Harold’s computer, and note the line he has just written. “Nightfall Ch.10” He also has a bunch of old horror movie posters as well as a telescope siguiente to the balcony door. Harold shuts the door, and returns to his computer chair. He coughs once more, and I note his coughs have gotten worse. “Danny told me tu were sick.” I tell him. Harold smiles, and then sighs. “I’ve got kidney cancer. It runs in my family. My mother had it.” He replies. He coughs again. “But I try not to think about it too much. Although soon, my doctor says I’ll have to stop attending school altogether.” He says sadly. “But at least, even then, I’ll have my stories to write.” He says. “I’m sorry.” I say to him. “Don’t be. I accepted what is going to happen to me after I was diagnosed two years ago. It just gets worse, until eventually, my kidneys fail on me. It’s hard on my dad. He’s not a match as a donor.” I look at him. “How long did they give you?” Harold turns away. “Let’s change the subject.” He mumbles. “How long?” I push, until he finally relents. “My first kidney has already failed. Last time I went to the doctor, he gave me a month. This was two weeks ago. But I try not to think about it. I CAN’T think about it.” He says, and for the first time, I see a tear come to his eye. “I’ll probably be pulled out of school after siguiente week. The only reason I’m not in a hospital right now is my choice. If I’m in there, I’ll never finish my story. I HAVE to finish it.” He says. I look at him, and after apologizing once more, I ask; “Why did tu need to see me?” I ask. Harold turns. “I fell asleep earlier, and I had a nightmare about Danny. tu know him.” I nod, and Harold continues. “In my dream, I saw him die. It felt real enough that when I woke up, I called him. His parents picked up and dicho he never came home. And that none of his friends had seen him.” Harold tears up again. “I had to talk to someone. tu were the first person I though of.” I comfort him por patting him on the back. “I’m sure he’ll be okay.” I say. Harold continues sobbing, and suddenly seems to regain himself. “You’re right. It’s just, after what happened to all the other missing kids recently, I’m worried.” Harold seems tired por this point, and says goodnight to me. I tell him I’ll see him tomorrow, and when I leave, I leave the door unlocked. He falls asleep twenty minutos later. I return after that, and bring out my syringe, which I have filled with a few drops of my blood. Not enough to turn someone, but enough to cure basically any human disease. I climb back up onto the balcony, and creep into Harold’s room. I silently inject him with the needle, and hear his breathing steady. He wakes up for just a moment, but I allow the hypnotic powers I have enter my voice again. “Everything’s alright.” I reply. “You’ll be fine.” His eyes close again as he falls back into his slumber. I climb back out over the balcony, and back into the car. Danny still has not awakened. I drive back to my apartment, wondering what the morning will hold, not just for me, but for Danny and Harold. I also dread what Pike’s true plan is and hope that when it is all over, Harold will survive.
You’re keeping me up at night as día breaks
It’s all for you
Yeah that’s what tu do, got me feeling so blue
When will tu see
tu have to let it be
When will tu see just how much tu really mean to me
Why is it just so hard to send that card
When do tu think you’ll be able to understand
My amor might be killing me
I hope tu realize I’m just a fool
Damn! You’re so cool
When do tu think you’ll understand
tu drove me to a far off land
When will tu see
I can’t just let it be
Come on try to set me free
When will tu finally understand
I care about you
I’ll tell tu that firsthand
tu have my corazón and my life
I hope soon I’ll get a chance to be your wife
I hope soon you’ll see, tu mean the universe and the galaxy to me
It’s all for you
Yeah that’s what tu do, got me feeling so blue
When will tu see
tu have to let it be
When will tu see just how much tu really mean to me
Why is it just so hard to send that card
When do tu think you’ll be able to understand
My amor might be killing me
I hope tu realize I’m just a fool
Damn! You’re so cool
When do tu think you’ll understand
tu drove me to a far off land
When will tu see
I can’t just let it be
Come on try to set me free
When will tu finally understand
I care about you
I’ll tell tu that firsthand
tu have my corazón and my life
I hope soon I’ll get a chance to be your wife
I hope soon you’ll see, tu mean the universe and the galaxy to me
Race:half Italian Human,Otaku,Reader Fanfiction,I amor my friends and Respect them i Speak American English Fluent and i like the sound of the ocean and playa favorito! animals:Dogs,Wolf,Dolphins,Horses,Panda,Tiger,Orca
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anime i love:Naruto Shippuden,Swords Art Online,Inuyasha,Vampire Knight,Rosario+Vampire
my favorito! sports are:Basketball,Tennis,Swimming
I'm the youngest child my mother have I have a biological brother and mom also my brother is a electronic Engineering
I have one small cute Malchi dog
Beluga Whales
anime i love:Naruto Shippuden,Swords Art Online,Inuyasha,Vampire Knight,Rosario+Vampire
my favorito! sports are:Basketball,Tennis,Swimming
I'm the youngest child my mother have I have a biological brother and mom also my brother is a electronic Engineering
I have one small cute Malchi dog
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Since the beginning of time Harley Quinn has had an accent and, guess what, no accent in the new Suicide Squad. And since when does Harley Quinn dress like a fucking slut.
Deadshot is normaly the main charecter in The Suicide Squad but now he has two stupid culo lines, "So we are some kind of Suicide Squad?" Yes tu are stupid it is the título of your movie. "Let's go save the world." Fuck it I am done with Deadshot fully.
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My mother used to write things like stories o poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
escritura is really fun to do and I amor it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write correo electrónico on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.
Since I really amor escritura so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an autor when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poesía o stories,I would also like to write artículos for other people to read (just like I'm escritura one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new libros for kids.
Again I really amor to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
My mother used to write things like stories o poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
escritura is really fun to do and I amor it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write correo electrónico on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.
Since I really amor escritura so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an autor when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poesía o stories,I would also like to write artículos for other people to read (just like I'm escritura one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new libros for kids.
Again I really amor to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
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