Beautiful Monster (Beautiful Monster #1)(23)
Author: Bella Forrest

I checked my phone for messages; something to distract me. It seemed the whole world was busy tonight, and there was still no word from Liam. I stood up to grab a sweater, checked my appearance in the mirror briefly and went out the door.

The hallways were quiet and empty. I knew the sound was always coming from my left side, and so I ventured that way, careful to make sure my steps were quiet. Just a little way down, to my left, was a hallway that led to a fire escape. No one ever went down there. The light was constantly broken and the door was always locked. But, glancing back to my room, I realized it would make sense if the sound was coming from there.

I walked down the hallway, using my phone as a flashlight as I neared the end of it. Biting my lip, I casually tried the door, looking around for another alternative. To my surprise, it was open this time.

I looked up quickly, to make sure I wasn’t about to set off a trip wire and a fire alarm. One thing I had learned from sneaking around the school in my younger days was what the alarm system looked like. However, this door had no wiring, just the sign, and I wondered if it was just a decoy.

There was a set of stairs behind the door, again badly lit. Using my phone, I could see that there was dust everywhere, aside from the middle, where there were footprints. Someone had been here, and recently as well.

Taking a deep breath to steel myself, I started down the steps, making sure my foot was firmly on one step before I went to the next one. I was definitely moving in the right direction, the noise was getting louder.

At the bottom of the steps was a huge steel door that looked like it was left over from another century. The moaning was coming from in there, and the door was slightly ajar. Even though I knew I shouldn’t, I couldn’t resist. Creeping forward, I peered through the crack.

What I saw was a sight I will never forget.

Liam was chained to the wall, cuffs around his wrists and hands that he was trying to break free of. But it was his face that would stick in my mind forever. Pale as a corpse, his teeth nearly poking out of his mouth in their length and sharpness, his eyes were black, and his muscles seemed more defined. He didn’t look like the Liam I knew at all, more like a dark shadow of himself. What softened me was that he seemed to be in pain.

“Liam?” I squeaked, my voice barely above a whisper. His head snapped up and he snarled at me, causing me to jump back.

“Amy,” he said his voice devoid of emotion. I turned, but he reached out, confined by the chains. “Wait, Amy….don’t go. You’re going to have to find out eventually, anyway.”

“Find out WHAT?” I asked, unable to take my eyes off what he had become. Liam laughed, although there was no humor in his tone.

“What do you think?” he asked. “Look at me. Look at me and tell me what do you think?”

“Are you…sick?” I asked, taking a step forward again. “Is there something wrong? Because I can deal with being sick, Liam, obviously.”

“And part of the reason I can deal with you is that you are,” he said, looking straight into my eyes. “Your blood does not smell as tempting as a normal person would. Your illness is my blessing.”

I stared at him, shocked.

“How could you say that?” I asked. “How could you say that…?”

“Amy,” he shook his head, and then groaned again. Out of sympathy, I took another step forward, even though I was trembling in fear. “You don’t have to be afraid. These chains have held me almost every night for three years. They’ll hold now. And even if they don’t…I won’t hurt you, Amy. Ever.”

Suddenly, it dawned on me, all the facts swimming in my head. Stunned, I felt dizzy, and sat on the ground, a few feet from Liam. I held my head, trying to make sense of the clues he was giving me.

“What are you, Liam?” I asked, finally.

“What do you think?” he asked, baring his fangs to me. The word burned on my tongue, but I didn’t want to say it. I felt like I was going to pass out.

“Is this a joke?”

“Yes, Amy, it’s a joke. An elaborate hoax, and every night I visit the hair and makeup department in the hopes of tricking you,” he turned his face towards mine, and I saw the scars of tears.

“Why are you crying?” I asked, sympathy overtaking me. He winced.

“Because it hurts.”

“Why?” I was here now, and whether I believed him or not, I wanted answers.

“Legend has taught you to believe that vampires are forever in their demonic form, day and night, and can’t walk in the sun,” he said, leaning against the wall. “But the truth is, the reason you don’t see vampires in the sunlight is because we are human during the day. And every night, as darkness takes the city, we die and change. It’s a painful process and we crave blood every second of the night. And then, as the sun rises, our hearts start to beat again, our demonic form recedes, and we change back.”

“That night. We first kissed,” I spoke in a voice I felt was not my own. “I saw…you looked different.”

“Yes. I shouldn’t have stayed that long,” he said, shaking his head. “But then, we didn’t expect you.”

“We.” I repeated. “Porsche knows?”

He laughed at that.

“Yes, she knows. And unlike Peter, who thinks I should stay in every night and fight it, Porsche encourages me to be who I am. If I go out at night, it’s always with her.”

“Peter locks you up here?” I said, aghast and he nodded.

“Don’t look so surprised, Amy, it’s my choice. As much as I crave blood, I don’t really want to spend every night on a killing spree.”

“Do you?” I asked, watching him. “Do you kill?”

“Sometimes,” he said, although he seemed truly sorry for it. “As the popular stories go, we can survive on animal blood, although it’s not always very fun.”

I fell silent. I couldn’t deny what he was saying. There was too much evidence in front of me.

“Is that why you hang out with Porsche? Her blood is infected?”

“And she’s fun,” he gave me a cheeky grin. “But nothing compares to you.”

“And that’s why you chose me.” I said. “At the audition.”

This time, his face darkened, and he shook his head.

“No, Amy. I chose you because you truly were the best. Something drew me to you, and I didn’t know what it was. But you weren’t the only girl who tried out who had a chronic illness. You weren’t the first and you won’t be the last. It was your raw talent that got you chosen … that’s all.”