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 دیا him enough to accomplish this feat. I lay back in a chair, continuing to ponder my اگلے 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 آپ all right?” I ask. He coughs but tries to hide it. “I’m Fine.”
He says. “Listen, I need to talk to you.” He جوابات after a moment. “I need to talk to آپ too.” I say, once again acting out of impulse. “Okay. Can آپ 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 دیا him nearly enough venom to give him that kind of power when he awakens. I estimate he will be awake at sunrise. “Where do آپ 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 پائیک, پائک 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 منٹ later. The lights are all out except for one room on the سب, سب سے اوپر 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 اگلے 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 آپ 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 اگلے 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 آپ need to see me?” I ask. Harold turns. “I fell asleep earlier, and I had a nightmare about Danny. آپ 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 کہا he never came home. And that none of his دوستوں had seen him.” Harold tears up again. “I had to talk to someone. آپ were the first person I though of.” I comfort him سے طرف کی 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 سے طرف کی 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 منٹ 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 دیا him enough to accomplish this feat. I lay back in a chair, continuing to ponder my اگلے 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 آپ all right?” I ask. He coughs but tries to hide it. “I’m Fine.”
He says. “Listen, I need to talk to you.” He جوابات after a moment. “I need to talk to آپ too.” I say, once again acting out of impulse. “Okay. Can آپ 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 دیا him nearly enough venom to give him that kind of power when he awakens. I estimate he will be awake at sunrise. “Where do آپ 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 پائیک, پائک 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 منٹ later. The lights are all out except for one room on the سب, سب سے اوپر 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 اگلے 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 آپ 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 اگلے 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 آپ need to see me?” I ask. Harold turns. “I fell asleep earlier, and I had a nightmare about Danny. آپ 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 کہا he never came home. And that none of his دوستوں had seen him.” Harold tears up again. “I had to talk to someone. آپ were the first person I though of.” I comfort him سے طرف کی 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 سے طرف کی 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 منٹ 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 دن breaks
It’s all for you
Yeah that’s what آپ do, got me feeling so blue
When will آپ see
آپ have to let it be
When will آپ see just how much آپ really mean to me
Why is it just so hard to send that card
When do آپ think you’ll be able to understand
My love might be killing me
I hope آپ realize I’m just a fool
Damn! You’re so cool
When do آپ think you’ll understand
آپ drove me to a far off land
When will آپ see
I can’t just let it be
Come on try to set me free
When will آپ finally understand
I care about you
I’ll tell آپ that firsthand
آپ have my دل and my life
I hope soon I’ll get a chance to be your wife
I hope soon you’ll see, آپ mean the universe and the galaxy to me
It’s all for you
Yeah that’s what آپ do, got me feeling so blue
When will آپ see
آپ have to let it be
When will آپ see just how much آپ really mean to me
Why is it just so hard to send that card
When do آپ think you’ll be able to understand
My love might be killing me
I hope آپ realize I’m just a fool
Damn! You’re so cool
When do آپ think you’ll understand
آپ drove me to a far off land
When will آپ see
I can’t just let it be
Come on try to set me free
When will آپ finally understand
I care about you
I’ll tell آپ that firsthand
آپ have my دل and my life
I hope soon I’ll get a chance to be your wife
I hope soon you’ll see, آپ mean the universe and the galaxy to me
Race:half Italian Human,Otaku,Reader Fanfiction,I love my دوستوں and Respect them i Speak American English Fluent and i like the sound of the ocean and ساحل سمندر, بیچ پسندیدہ animals:Dogs,Wolf,Dolphins,Horses,Panda,Tiger,Orca
Beluga Whales
عملی حکمت i love:Naruto Shippuden,Swords Art Online,Inuyasha,Vampire Knight,Rosario+Vampire
my پسندیدہ 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
عملی حکمت i love:Naruto Shippuden,Swords Art Online,Inuyasha,Vampire Knight,Rosario+Vampire
my پسندیدہ 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
In my opinion the new Suicide Squad sucks. Harley Quinn is not even Harley Quinn any more, Deadshot has stupid movie lines, and no King Shark. WTF. I will explain this all for people who are not familier with The Suicide Squad.
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 پچھواڑے, گدا lines, "So we are some kind of Suicide Squad?" Yes آپ are stupid it is the عنوان of your movie. "Let's go save the world." Fuck it I am done with Deadshot fully.
King شارک is, well, a giant شارک but now they have replaced him with a less cool Killer Crok.
I really love to write.I've done it ever since I was only 4.
My mother used to write things like stories یا poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
Writing is really fun to do and I love it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write میل ای 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 love writing so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an مصنف when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poetry یا stories,I would also like to write مضامین for other people to read (just like I'm writing one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new کتابیں for kids.
Again I really love to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
My mother used to write things like stories یا poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
Writing is really fun to do and I love it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write میل ای 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 love writing so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an مصنف when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poetry یا stories,I would also like to write مضامین for other people to read (just like I'm writing one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new کتابیں for kids.
Again I really love to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
ارے guys.i wanna be in a group sooooo...... please be in my group سے طرف کی erissajade05(me),so we have activites and we talk about different kinds of things such as:mermaids,t.v shows,and tell each other about our selfs so hope u wanna be in my group its fun a lot)its going to very fun too.so buckle up for the fun cause the is about to began 123 here we go .please subscribe and please write تبصرے .If آپ wanna be in my group add me and say yes in the تبصرہ box below.if آپ don't want to be in my group don't add me and just say no in the تبصرہ box right below.no personal stuff guys just being me.