For a moment I felt bad about starting again but then I felt great, about everything. I didn't care about anything. I took another drag of the cigarette and stretched my legs out.

After I finished my fag, I stood up grinned. I flicked it to the other side of the room and opened the door. I headed downstairs. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs. I heard my name being whispered in the living room. I stood there, just listening to what they were talking about.

"Is it true?" Zoe whispered.

"Which part of it?" asked Darran quietly.

"All of it."

"Yeah, it's true. It's all true. He got addicted about 4 years after we met him. He didn't tell us about it. Well, I guess I shouldn't really have expected him to; it's not really the sort of thing you just blurt out. We thought he had like bipolar or something. He used to just sit there and not talk to anyone, like he hated himself. Then I'd try and talk to him and he'd just stomp off and come back like ten minutes later and he'd be fine. I never even suspected. It took 3 years for me to notice something was up. He... he wouldn't talk to me, he wouldn't look at me, he wouldn't even sit in the same room as me.

"He started hanging around with Emma and that lot. Everyone already knew the boys in that group smoked. Everyone also knew it was just tobacco, no matter what they said. Ace was the only one. He doesn't like to talk about it, even now. He gave up not long after he became a vampire, not long after he turned us... He knew he had to change, he didn't want to be a monster like the drugs made him. I still don't know what it was he took, I just know he did."

I felt guilty for a moment but the feeling was instantly wiped away by the drugs. I smiled and headed to the kitchen. I pushed open the door and walked into the white room. I opened one of the cupboards and examined it's contents: alcohol. I grabbed the vodka and a glass and put them down on the work surface.

I opened the bottle and poured some into the glass. Darran and Zoe came in to see me sat on the worktop with a glass in my hand.

"Want some?" I asked them.

"I'm alright," replied Darran, sitting down at the island. Zoe sat next to him.

I looked out the window, trying to pretend I hadn't heard their conversation. Out the corner of my eye I saw Darran watching me. I raised an eyebrow at him and he looked away. I put my glass down and jumped to the floor. I went to the patio doors and slid them open.

I stepped into the garden - if it could be called that - and smiled. The large pool had its cover on and the swings on the other side moved slightly in the breeze. The sun was setting over the tall trees at the back. The solar-powered lights automatically started to flicker on.

I pressed a button and the pool cover started to roll itself up. The smell of chlorine filled the air. I went to sit on one of the swings, looking at the house. It was good to be back.

The End

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