Deals With The Devils //PAUSED//

I gasp. Not because of the perfectly carved jawline. Not because of the cheeky face. And definitely not because of the sexy body.
I gasp because of his eyes. They are an unnatural color of red, inhuman red. Blood-red. I stumble back, almost falling on my butt had it not been for the brick wall right behind me.

"W-who are you?" I stutter. He smirks.
"Just a random person popping in and out of everyone's lives." he replies.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, suddenly feeling self-protective.
"I came here to answer your question."
"I never asked anything."
"Oh?" he says, looking deeply amused, as though all this was a prank set by some high school jerks.
"Yes. Now if you're done asking stupid questions, please leave me alone." I say, kind of indignantly.
"I have no intention of leaving." he replies.
I glare at him.
"I thought you wanted your parents back."
I breathe in sharply. "I assume you love your parents and would do anything for them?" he asks. "Yes." I reply. "I would even die for them."
He walks closer. And closer. And even closer, until his body is pressed against mine.
"Funny how a human's emotions work, isn't it?" he says softly. I'm trembling, shaking. I have no idea what will happen to me, thought I don't doubt whatever happens to me will be dangerous. Suddenly, he lunges into my neck, and I feel a sharp sting. I gasp, breathing in quick, shallow breaths. When he finally lets go of my neck, I see in his eyes a type of hunger no one could ever explain. I'm not surprised to see blood covering his lips.
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Harry," he replies. I'm surprised. I thought it would be something more formal, like Edward or Jackson.
"Oh. I am-"
"Belle." he says. I gasp, for what seems like the millionth time today.
"How do you know my name?" I ask.
"My friends and I have been watching you for a very long time now. We knew someday this would happen. So we decided to ask you, whether you wanted your parents back or not."
"I do want them back!" I exclaim incredulously.
"Well, you must agree to pay a price for that." he says.
I ponder this for a moment. A price? But I stated very clearly that I would do anything for my parents, even if it meant dying.
"What price?"
"You must know that this is no ordinary price to pay, like fines or money or something valuable like those worthless thieves do. This is dangerous, as dangerous as anyone can get. So it wise that you think over it. Because once you agree, you cannot back out of of this."
The way he said it, with fear and danger in his voice, made it seem true. He wasn't lying.
"I'll think over it. What is the price?"
He smiles an evil smile, which doesn't suit his innocent features at all. He lifts his hand up to my cheek and softly strokes it. His hand is gentle, though a bit cold.
"To get your parents back from the dead, you must live as an immortal enemy of humankind. You must feed on innocent humans, or else you will go crazy from hunger."

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I lie down on my bed, staring at the bright yellow ceiling. What he said seemed quite extraordinary, though it wasn't too hard. But when I mentioned I could do that, he became extremely serious and said that it was no joke. He said that it may seem easy now, but when you actually start killing innocent humans, the guilt lives with you forever. Twice, I thought about explaining this to Bonnie. But I know, that as she has helped me in the past with all the other nonsense, she won't be able to help me now.

I hear a soft knock in my door. Rob comes in, obviously crying. "Are you okay?" he asks. "Ever since we came back from the funeral, you haven't been talking to anybody."

"I'm okay." I say, my voice hoarse.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!" I exclaim, annoyed.
"There's no need to take that tone with me Little Miss Perfect." says Robert.
I get up and glare at him.
"I can speak to you how I like!" I say, my voice and temper both rising. Robert, apparently, is also angry.
"Oh no, you can't!" he says. "You're not about to hurt someone else here! Not after you killed our parents!"
I gasp in shock. "I didn't kill them!"
"Yes, you did! You were at the steering wheel! You lost control! You killed our parents! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" he yells, and walks out, slamming the door shut. Without my noticing, tears fill my eyes and roll down my cheeks. I guess to make my brother happy I will have to accept the deal.

I walk out of my bedroom door and out of the house, ignoring the calls of Bonnie and my Aunt.
As soon as I reach the cliff overlooking the sea where my father used to take me when I was a kid, I call out, "Harry!"
No answer. "Harry!" I call out. Again no answer. Louder this time, I yell, "HARRY!"
This time a voice close to my ear says, "You really shouldn't shout out my name like that. What if someone heard you? They'd think you are a psychiatric person."
"That doesn't matter. I've come here to tell you that I accept the deal. I will pay the price. I want my parents back."
His eyes glaze over with hunger, and I think he has finally understood what Inwas trying to say.
"If you have accepted it..."
Then he lunges for my throat.

Notes

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