Nor did he tell anyone what he had heard either. He didn’t think anyone would believe him anyway. It was only some years later that he had come face to face with a vampire. He also had learned a great deal about them.
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Jordan jumped into bed, knocking his phone onto the floor. But he did not care; he was so exhausted. He pulled off his top and jeans and threw them next to his bed. He tried to discard the memory of his dad and that woman, but it kept flickering in and out of his thoughts.
He tried hard to stop thinking about that night, those memories a nd encouraged thoughts of Elizabeth instead, he knew something was not right, she was just too perfect. It was only when he saw the way she ground her teeth at the sight of his blood that he knew, even though he wanted to stay; he had to leave.
He laid there wondering if his sister is ok, where she is now, if she is in trouble. Then a thought came to him, Lizzie. What if she had killed his sister? The realization hit him hard. A burning rage filled his body. But then remembered seeing the tickets to Edinburgh the police had found, brought from Chloe’s card. He relaxed a little, the burning rage that boiled in his stomach calmed.
Even though he hated vampires, and for good reason, he wanted to go back and see Elizabeth. Maybe she was different to other vampires, he thought. He hadn’t given her a chance yet, and she hadn’t tried to kill him.
He decided to go back and see her, just one last time, to give her a chance; after all he did like her a lot. He was just going to have to be careful around her. Jordan looked around his room; clothes were thrown carelessly on his chest of draws, an old pizza box by his T.V, his blue curtains half-open.
He closed his eyes and could feel the room spinning. It was gone one-o-clock in the morning and the house was silent; he thought of Elizabeth and fell into a deep sleep.
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Jordan woke up early and text Elizabeth. Morning gorgeous, I’ll see you tomorrow Xxx
He put his phone down and got out of bed. He sprayed on some deodorant and pulled on a pair of dark denim jeans, his black top and his blue hoodie. His mother was crying again; he could hear her sobs echo as he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
He looked at his mother’s pale complexion, the dark circles that surrounded her eyes, her greasy, dirty blonde hair tied up in an effortless bun. She had no makeup on and wore sweatpants and a baggy top. Her nails were chipped and split, her skin looked dry; she had let herself go.
“Mum, do you want a cup of tea?” Jordan asked her softly .
“Oh Jordan, just make her come home!” She wailed desperately. He walked over and put his hand on her shoulders, looking into her tired eyes.
“You know I would if I could. She was talking about running for a long time, she will come back mum. I promise.” He pulled her into a hug “I promise ok.”
She buried her face into his hoodie .
“I know we have had our problems, but I love you both more than anything. You two are my world; I just do not know what I’d do without either of you. I just want her to come home.” She said through muffled sobs.
Jordan held his mother in his arms for around ten minutes as she sobbed into his shoulder. He had not felt this close to her in so long, not with her depression and everything that had gone on.
That’s why he and Chloe were always so close. They always had to stick up for each other no matter what happened. Their dad had not called in weeks.
Jordan felt the rage inside him boil up again and ground his teeth. His dad did not care, as usual. He never did, Jordan thought. He hugged his mum tighter before she finally stopped crying. She let go of him, got up, and put the kettle on.
“Mum stop, I said I will make it.” Jordan said as he stared at her shaking hands.
“It is fine, I’ll make it. Do you want some breakfast?” She