~Niall Horan~

It's eight o'clock in the morning... Yes, eight. And I'm awake, dressed, in the kitchen. I know, it's crazy. I'm not sick if anyone else had left to worry about me.

I woke up early because my friends do reconciliation in an unusual way. I realized at dawn that I regretted choosing the middle room...

But never mind, it's not really important. I'm glad that everything is okay between the guys and that they cleared up the misunderstanding. We don't need any more mishaps than we have now.

Speaking of mischief, I thought about yesterday morning and what Beth had said about our meeting.

"I accepted Niall's dance invitation only because he didn't look like he was interested in my money. But here I am, so I actually regret it now"

I would like to think that sadness and despair spoke of her, but I know perfectly well that it is not. She has every right to be angry with me. I'm the reason she's here. If I hadn't agreed to the plan, we would have come up with something else. We wouldn't hold it.

But how lucky am I, I agreed, so now one more person wishes me dead. 

~~~
*Flashback*

(!!! Before anyone kills me, the real parents are with Greg)

I was 21 years old. My mother was an alcoholic and my father was a drug addict. I worked as a bartender in a pub outside university so I could pay my tuition. I didn't get much for it, but the needs were covered by the result.

I woke up in the morning, went to the only place where I was still somewhat appreciated, and then studied for an hour and a half in the afternoon - which, I note, is quite difficult when there is a whole drug company downstairs playing cards. The evening program was no different, apart from the fact that I didn't have to listen to it anymore.

When I got to the bar, I was always greeted by Greg, who was almost like my brother to me. I told him all the family crap, but unfortunately we knew it couldn't be helped.

Fortunately, he got a decent family, but fate had to spice it up with something. Briefly:

They weren't the richest, but they wanted to let Greg go his way. The 28-year-old's rental apartment could not be financed due to lack of money, so he also started working towards this goal. That's how he ended up with me, as my best friend.

That day was the same as any other. The usual routine and then the redemption, which meant work for me. After the usual working hours, we said goodbye and I headed towards our house a few blocks away. We didn't know we wouldn't see each other the same way next time.

Upon entering the house, which others call home, the continuous smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol filled my lungs. Hurrying down the hallway, without looking at the people in the living room, I ran up the stairs straight to my room.

I kicked the door with my foot behind me, but after a few moments it opened again. My mother walked in with bloodshot eyes and then lifted a tiny box. My money I set aside.

"How long did you think you could hide this from us?" she pointed out the object in which the hope of my future was.

"I...," I began, but she interrupted me.

"Of course, what did I think," she laughed hysterically. "Ungrateful child," she came closer. "You don't take into account that I'm your mother. Who gave you life, who raised you, who fed you, who educated you. And this gratitude?" She hissed into my face, and I turned my head away from the strong smell of alcohol.

She didn't like it.

She grabbed me by the chin and turned me back towards her, then shuffled one off. My head turned to the side in surprise, and then I put my hand at the site of the blow.

This has never happened before. In fact, in their state of self-isolation, they have raised their voices several times, but they have not yet raised their hands on me. Everything must start at some point, I thought.

She took out the money and threw the box at me.

"You get 20 minutes to disappear from my house. Don't get in front of my eyes again," she hissed scarily.

I knew she wasn't kidding. I didn't want my father involved in this, so I started packing the essentials into a sports bag. I didn't miss facing his anger as well. I knew my mother would tell him about the money thing when he had a little less drugs in his system, but I didn't want to be here anymore. I must have crossed that imaginary line with him, too. 

In my train of thought, I packed my bags and stormed out the door of my room and headed for the stairs. I made my way past the living room as quickly as possible, but when I pulled my shoes on my feet, my luck left me. A zombie mocking my father was heading towards me.

When he came in front of me, I looked into his eyes, but all I could see was disappointment and anger. The next moment, however, I collapsed in pain. 

He punched me in the stomach with his fist, then grabbed my upper arm and dragged me outside the house. He threw the sports bag after me, but I had to leave without a jacket when he slammed the front door with a "No one needs you!" -rise.

It must have been around eleven in the evening and I thought the pub was the best place to stay until morning. I had a key there, and I saw a duvet in the warehouse the other day.

I knew Greg had been sleeping or spending time together with his family, so I didn't want to knock on their door. On the other hand, I don't like to beg, even though it wouldn't count as such. That family loves me, but not enough to wake them up at nearly midnight.

My workplace had two entrances, but the key to the main entrance was in the building. I headed for the alley, which ended with a worn, blue-painted wooden door built into the wall.

When I was about a third of the 100-metre-long cul-de-sac, I heard voices coming from behind me. I knew there were a lot of homeless and drunk people in this area, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

I should have.

The next moment, someone pushed me against the wall, causing my sports bag to fall to the ground, and then stood in front of me. He squeezed me by my neck with his forearm so I couldn't move. 

He is too strong to be human.

The impetus of his hoodie fell off him, so I could see his bright gaze. My eyes opened to a plate, and I tried even more desperately to break free.

Keyword: I tried.

Failed.

He pulled his lips into a devilish grin before his long, sharp canines flashed. He leaned against my neck and plunged his fangs into my skin at my artery. I felt him release his venom.

I was swallowed up in darkness.

*End of flashback*
~~~

Greg picked me up the next afternoon, and after I had taken care of my important things with them, I said goodbye and left.

I just kind of stepped down. I don't know where I was going, I just felt I had to get out of that toxic environment.

At that time, the number of victims increased, but no one knew why. Vampires were preparing for something big, and they needed more "newborns."

When a vampire is still at the beginning of being a bloodsucker, it is much harder to restrain himself around mortals. We smell their blood much stronger. 

In the end, nothing happened, in fact! Instead of us, people stepped in and started hunting us. 700 years of escape. That's not nothing, though.

My thoughts were interrupted by the creaking of the parquet. The others woke up.

~~~

~4 days ago~

~Unknown~

I finally have his location! I've been looking for it for 200 years, but I've only just managed to track it down.

When I found out about its existence, I threw everything away and started investigating.

He certainly doesn't know about me, but he'll have time to get to know me when I show up at the door... If my information is accurate - and always accurate - he currently shares an apartment with four people. 

He made friends. This is rare, however, in vampires. We don't trust much. Especially not when we have a past like him.

I used to be alone, but now it will finally help me achieve my goals.