It's been a few weeks since the girls have moved in. There haven't been any strange attacks from the evil bitches(the vampire haters who are after Gwen), which has me extremely worried. I mean, it's the calm before the storm, right?

But anyways, Harry and I have gotten really close lately and we spend most of our time together, just like the rest of the boys and their girls. Poor Niall, he really needs to get a girlfriend, I mean, he is really the odd man out. But this morning, I was awakened by Harry.

"Ugh. Harry, I'm not ready to get up yet! Come back in maybe five hours!"

"Gwen, it's like nine in the morning!"

"Exactly! I'm tired! Go away! Let me sleep!"

"Fine, I guess we won't have breakfast together and then we'll grow apart and we'll starve and-"

"Fine! But I need to get ready!" I groaned as I say up and stretched, 'accidentally' hitting Harry in the face. He chuckled and tazered me in the side, causing me to shriek and double over, protecting my sides from obsessive tickling.

"Out, Styles!" He laughed as he walked out of the room and shut the door behind himself. I moaned in annoyance as I got up and trudged into the bathroom to get ready for today.

*****

"So what's on the agenda for today, Mr Styles?" I asked Harry in a very professional voice, just messing around as I sipped my tea.

"Well, Ms McLlroy, I have something I want to show you."

"Which is...?"

"A surprise!"

I groaned."I hate surprises!"

"You'll learn to love them!"

I sat down my tea cup and Harry stood up. He took my hand and pulled me up from the comfortable chair. He led me to the stairs and we climbed. When we made it to the next floor, I was thinking 'thank god!' What? I'm a lazy ass hobo! Excuse the hell outa me for being a teenage human! But I was psyched out when Harry pulled back the tapestry hanging on the wall to reveal another door, which led to, of course, another staircase. Woo hoo!!! I love stairs! Note the sarcasm. You see, stairs were ruined for me in Physical Education, where all we did for an hour was run laps on the stairs. I'm more of an escalator person.

We climbed for a millennium, passing doors and crossing landings until Harry finally pushed open a door and led me inside. He shut the door and switched on the lights. I looked around, but my eyes fell on the framed portrait of a very beautiful young woman. She was smiling in the painting and her green eyes reflected the smile, they had a faint blue in them, like mine. Her wavy, long red hair, just like mine, tumbled down her shoulders and a gorgeous pendant rested on her chest. Her ruby lips appeared to glisten and she was wearing a beautiful dress. I gasped as I realized that I'd seen that dress before, in that weird dream or vision thingy.

Harry grabbed my hand and I turned to him. "Harry? Who is that woman?" I whispered. He peered down into my eyes, his green orbs showing intense sadness. "She was my true love. Her name was Christina."

"Christina and I met by the river when I was twelve, back when I was human. She was absolutely beautiful. She was at the river with her widowed mother and baby brother and their horse was stuck. I went over and I offered my help. We got the horse out of the bank and I was invited to dinner in payment of my help. Chris and I became close friends and as we grew up, we began to look at each other differently. But Chris's mother remarried and the man turned out to be a drunkard who beat his family. He didn't want Chris and me to be together, in fact, he had her engaged to a wealthy lord who was paying him for Chris's hand. The boys and their girlfriends encouraged me to stop her dad, since he would beat Chris bad, so i fought him. As I was just a young human boy, I was left in an ally drifting in and out of consciousness when a man came to me. He asked me if I wanted a way to stop Chris's step dad and I replied with a yes. He bit me. At first, it hurt like heck, he made me drink his blood and it devoured my insides.

"When the change was complete, I went to go save Chris from her step dad, but my maker was already there. He had Chris in his arms and he was drinking from her. I ran toward him, desperate to save her, but he cut her step dad's throat and threw him at me. I was so lost in bloodlust that I forgot about Chris and devoured her stepdad. When the lust was gone, Chris was cold on the ground and my maker was gone. I ran to her, desperate to save her. I gave her my blood and I bit her as she gasped for any air she could manage. But I was too late. She died in my arms. I haven't loved again since then. Until I met you, Gwen. You remind me so much of her." Harry finished his story as tears trailed down his cheeks. I pulled Harry into my arms and hugged him tight as he clung to me.

"Gwen, I love you." Harry whispered into my hair.

"Harry, I love you so much. I know I'll never be Chris, but-"

"I love you for you. You may not be my love, Christina, but you'll be my new love, Gwen." That's when I lost it and I started bawling into Harry's shirt. We hugged each other as my sobbing echoed in the room and silent tears trailed down his face.

"All this stuff up here, it's Chris's. I come up here when I miss her so much. Because then its easy to pretend like I never lost her, like it wasn't my fault that she's gone. Like I could hold her in my arms again."

"Harry, I want you to know that it's not your fault. You just wanted to help her. If anyone's to blame, it's the bastard who killed her. May his soul rot in hell."

"I killed him. The boys and I hunted him down and we killed him. I tore him limb from limb, I made him suffer for every second Chris had suffered."

"And he deserved every bit of it."

"That dress, over there, it used to be hers..." I walked over to it and ran my fingers across the material. It was velvety and beautiful. I gave Harry a small but sad smile and examined all her other things. The dress was the same one from the painting, the same one from the vision.

"But one bit is missing. We buried it with her. It was a solid silver comb encrusted with sapphires. She always wore it. Her father gave it to her on her eleventh birthday, just before he passed away."

I felt another tear stream down my cheek as I looked through all the stuff. I felt arms wrap around my waist and Harry pulled me to his chest. I cried in his arms again.

I don't know how long we spent up there, but when we were finally ready to leave, the sun had disappeared and stars twinkled in the sky. Harry took my hand and led me downstairs. We walked into the kitchen to get a meal and met everyone there. They gave us looks of sympathy and the girls hugged me while the guys patted Harry on the back.

"I'm gonna go take a shower before we eat, if that's alright?" I asked. Everyone nodded and I ran up the stairs, eager to have some alone time.

I was in my room when I heard a suspicious noise come from the bathroom.

Shit, oh shit. Maybe I'm hearing things? Better safe then sorry. I grabbed the butchers knife out of my purse, hey, I need a sharp object in case those evil bitches ever attack me. I snuck over to the bathroom and kicked the door open. Huh, nobody. I shrugged and decided I was crazy before I stripped down and stepped into the shower. I was singing a french song the whole time.

I stepped out and felt a weird breeze on my legs. I turned around and saw a face pressed against the window. I couldn't move, I was paralyzed. It's always the bathroom, always! Why can't it ever be, oh, I dunno, a rainbow?!

There was a blur before I was grabbed and a hand covered my mouth, burning my face. I shrieked in agony and reached for my knife. I grabbed it and tried to stab the attacker but the knife bounced right off. Shit. I need to bleed! I cut my wrist as I flailed and was dragged toward the window. I turned with my blade glistening from my blood and stabbed the attacker in the arm. He dropped me and slammed me into the mirror with his butt. If this wasn't awkward, I would've screamed that I just got buttslammed. My attacker reached for me, but I held my hand up.

"For the love of god, let me get dressed first, will ya?"

The attacker had a buzz cut. Crap. Let's call this dude Hater #1 in this situation, or H1. H1 nodded and grabbed my arm. I cried out and he glanced down at my arm. He was burning me! Is he that freaking stupid?! I tightened my grip on my towel and he escorted me to my closet. I went to my clothes and selected my outfit. Something I won't miss in case it gets ruined... Something easy to move in... Something that's easy to spot in a crowd... Perfect! I pulled on a bright orange prison jump suit and a white tank under it. I let the sleeves hang around my waist and kept the rest pulled up by suspenders. I wore black sweats underneath it. I pulled on a pair of converse and tied my hair back. I walked out and the man just stared at me before shaking his head. He went to grab my arm but I pulled away.

"I'd rather not get burnt again, thank you." I told him before I threw a towel at his face.

"What's this for."

"Hang it up, please?"

He sighed and walked over to the towel rack.

"I want it perfect! I have OCD and if it isn't parallel to the ground, I will have a mental break down!"

While he totally believed my lie and fiddled with the towel, I grabbed my knife and smiled since it was still encrusted with my blood.

"Is this good-oh my god!" He yelled as he turned around and I stabbed him in the chest, just missing his heart.

"It's not perfect!" I screeched, my voice breaking. Blood pooled in his mouth as I yanked the knife out.

"For the love of god, Adam, what's taking so lo-oh my God!" Another voice shrieked. I looked over to see another man standing by the window. This one was actually hot and he had, omg, no way, he has hair! Blonde hair. And... No way... Kendall? There's no way in hell a member of BTR was here!

I fangirled on the outside by screaming and stabbing that Adam guy in the chest with my knife over and over. What? I wasn't going to let him live, was I?

"Gwen? Gwen, are you okay? Oh my God! Guys!" I heard a voice call from the door frame. Okay, what gives with the sentence then the oh my godding at the end?

I turned and saw Dani standing in the doorway. She ran over to me and grabbed me. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me away from the pile of dust from H1. I heard footsteps as seven other people piled into the bathroom.

"Oh mer gawd, Gwen what are you wearing?" I heard Louis ask.

"Louis, can you not see Kendall over there?" Liam questioned.

"What candle? Oh! I see him! I'm gonna whoop his ass-"

"Oh no! You stay right there!" Eleanor demanded and I screamed. The rest of BTR was standing in the room. Oh mer gawsh!!!

"Girls, take Gwen from here," Liam commanded in a low growl.

"Oh no! We want her!" James said as he stroked his hair, trying to get it to lay right.

"Guys, it's okay, they're just BTR!" I squealed. I got weird looks from everyone and Harry leaned down and whispered in my ear.

"Gwen, they're the ones who keep killing all your friends-"

"What?! I'll kill them!" I screamed and went to leap at them, but Harry wrapped an arm around my waist and held me back.

"Give us the Blood Rose." Kendall hissed.

"Never! You just want her as a blood bag!"

"No, Styles, we want her as revenge. We want you to suffer! You killed our fifth member."

"You don't even have a fifth member!"

"We did!"

"Who?"

"Does this sound familiar? Starts with an 'M' and rhymes with Laker?? Your..."

"My maker? He killed Christina!"

"And you killed him. So we're gonna take your precious Gwen and make you know she suffered, just as Lucas suffered."

"Woah, woah, woah, back the hell up, yeah? That is about as rational as pi!"I shouted.

"What?" BTR asked me.

"'Cause you know, screw logic!" I replied waving my arms around my head, splattering my blood all over the place.

"Shut up!" Carlos shouted, actually speaking tonight as he leapt at me. Harry snarled but I just whipped out my knife and let him land on it. The blade went straight through his shoulder.

"Whoopsie! Did I do that?" I asked innocently as everyone stared at me.

Carlos was screaming as I yanked my knife out of his shoulder and he crawled back to his pals in vampire speed.

"We'll be back for you, Gwen!"

"And my little dog, too!" I said in a shrill voice, followed by hideous laughter as I mocked the witch from the Wizard of Oz. What? It was the perfect moment for that!

They leapt out of the window and disappeared into the night as I began to sway from lack of blood. I dropped my knife and it clattered across the floor. Harry put his arms around me and picked me up. The others cleared the way as he carried me in to my bedroom and put me on the bed.

"You'll be okay, Gwen, I'm right here," He whispered before he bit his wrist and held it over my mouth. Some blood slid down my throat before I slipped out of consciousness.

A/N that was soooo long! Okay, so I'm sorry Carlos got stabbed. I have nothing against him, it's just I had to have someone hat stabbed and I picked him. No reason. So sorry if I offended you. But yeah, we know who the haters are, which is all a complete courtesy of @paramorerocks34! Thank them for this super long chapter! They suggested that BTR be the haters and come for Gwen, so here you are! So yeah, highfives to @paramorerocks34!