Do I Frighten You?

Chapter 3

I woke up in a dark room. Was I in hell? I know I've done bad things, but none of them were hell worthy. I felt around the space I was in and jumped a bit when I felt skin. His skin.

He was supposed to kill me, not bring me back to his room. I lifted up the duvet, and slipped out. The floor creaked under my feet. The mysterious guy I will refer to as Curly started to wake up.

I quickly fell to the ground and crawled under the bed. I heard him sit up and place his feet on the floor. I shut my eyes and buried my face into my arms. After a few minuets I decided to lift my head. I didn't see any feet so I assumed I was alone.

"Shit" I mumbled hitting my head on the bed frame above me. I found out I wasn't alone when to hands grabbed my ankles and pulled me out from under the bed. He let out a deep laugh lifting me to my feet.

"I can smell you miles away. You can't hide." He said amused.
"Where am I? Why are you doing this to me?" I asked.

"You're at my place, and your staying with me forever, you have already heard and seen too much to be let go" he said simply.

"Can't you just kill me? I'd rather die then spend the rest of my life with you, Curly" I hissed. He looked at my confused "Curly? The names Harry. It's nice to meet you too" he said sarcastically.

"Harry? Well I wish I hadn't met you!" I crossed my arms. "You think I don't regret exposing what I am to you? I don't fancy your company any more than you do mine. But get used to it, Because there is no way out" he snapped.

We were in a log cabin looking room with a window view of the woods. It was really neat and clean. If Harry wasn't such a Ass, I would think he was quite neat too.

I wasn't really sad, I didn't mind never returning home, I was just mad. Why was he keeping me here? I know he is a vampire and all, but for a human, being held hostage for the rest of your life is a big deal.

"Are you hungry?" He asked looking at me. I shook my head. "Are you thirsty?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yes. Yes I am actually" he paused with a smirk on his face "Are you volunteering yourself?" I shook my head no.

"Thought so. I'd go indulge my blood thirst but seeing how you would try to get away, I will have to wait for someone to babysit you" he cooed. I rolled my eyes.

I decided to just watch tv since I had to do something other than sit in awkward silence. He sat on the other side of the couch. After about two hours of watching 1000 ways to die. He broke the silence.

"What's your name?" He asked.

I guess I can tell him that. "Ella..."

"Pretty" he said quietly. I think he is trying to warm up to me.

"Mmhmm" I hummed agreeing with him.

"You can't stay mad forever. If you keep that frown on you'll get wrinkles." Harry said in a frustrated tone.

I did have to live with him for the rest of my life. But I wasn't giving him that warmth, that fast. I shrugged to his comment, then went back to watching the tv.

-Two Days later-

Harrys POV

It's been three days since I drank blood. I was not feeling well. Ella has been sleeping in the bed, I have been staying on the couch. She hasn't said a word to me. She seemed really pale, her lips lost all of their color. She has been in bed all morning.

I needed to hunt so I called Liam to babysit Ella for me. I know she's not a baby but she was acting really immature so whatever. I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Liam.