Okay Random Update Alert Lydia's POV I followed the guy, Edward I think his name was, back to a damp, dark street. "What a lovely place to live" I thought sarcastically. Suddenly, he stopped, pulled a shiny copper key out of his top pocket and opened the wooden door to one of the old, terraced houses. It was like a scene from a horror movie, where the rapist takes the vulnerable girl to a horrible, gruesome house. But I was strong. I wasn't afraid. And the strangest thing was, I was beginning to trust him. He beckoned for me to step inside the house. I looked around, familiarising myself with all the possible exits in case anything happened. Most of the walls were painted a disgusting shade of grey, making the house look darker than it did before. Startling me, Edward called my name. How did he know that?! It must have slipped out somewhere along the way. I walked in the direction of the sound, finding him in what I guessed was his sitting room. There was a beige sofa in the corner, with a small television facing it. Obviously sensing me come in, he patted the seat beside him and smiled. I looked around the room, searching for another seat to sit in. I wasn't ready to fully trust him yet. He was bound to try something at some point. Seeing that there were no more chairs in the strangely empty room, I sat as far as I dared away from him on the sofa. He pressed a button on the remote he was holding, and the television flickered to life. He pressed a few more buttons, changing the channels, until settling for an old black and white horror film. He must have seen it before, because he certainly had no intentions of watching it. He turned to face me, then started asking me all sorts of questions. Where was I from? Why was I homeless? What age was I? The questions kept coming, on and on. Eventually, I got fed up giving him one word answers and asked where the guest room was. Edward pointed to a door just up the stairs and said "Make yourself at home" with a slight grin plastered on his face. Argh, he was so annoying! He was so smug... But strangely enough, I might, just might, be... ugh... falling in love... with him.
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Edward's POV I leaned back into the soft cushions. I glanced around at the leaky walls, noticing the grey paint peeling like cornflakes. This house really needed a new paint job. Sighing, I rested my feet on top of a roughly carved table. The only other piece of furniture. I needed to think of something other than Lydia. First I tried to concentrate on the movie. Then I fiddled with the cheap plastic buttons on the remote. But I couldn't distract myself from the thought of her. I got up and padded across the threadbare carpet to the broken window. The sun was going down, casting long shadows across the pavement. Soon, all the light would be gone. And Lydia would have to be dead. I strode across the room and down the short hallway to a splintered door. I quickly pushed the door open. Screeeeeech. As the ear-splitting creak rang out I glanced over at Lydia who was still fast asleep. She was curled up under a moth eaten blanket on a thin mattress laying on the ground. But she still looked like an angel, with her glossy hair fanned out around her and a serene expression on her face. I glanced around the room. I took in the dusty bookshelf with nothing in it. The stained carpet. The rickety chair. The deafening silence. The tense atmosphere. It was creating the perfect scene for me to do the killing. I bared my fangs, glistening in what little light filtered into this small room. I ran my finger along my fang. Perfection. Kill her. Kill her now, before she wakes up. She can't fight back if she's asleep. The voice screamed in my head. But there was a sensation in my body, my heart, something I had never felt before. It halted me from sinking my fangs into her flesh, the blood squirting across the dull walls. I could not do it. I couldn't bear to destroy this beautiful creature. As I settled in the wooden chair to wait for her to wake up, I realized what that feeling was. It was love. Yes, I know it's terrible. I'm sorry.