Love Bites™ (Harry Styles) [✔] Completed

Chapter Eight

Callie's POV

After making sure Dacey was sound asleep, I snuck out of our, well actually my, room. I closed the door as quiet as a mouse, maybe even quieter. Scurrying down the hall, my heart began to beat faster with excitement. I knocked ever-so-slightly on the door in front of me. The butterfly feeling erupted in my abdomen whilst the door handle turned. Harry stood before me with his dishevelled curly hair and bright green eyes. His beautiful eyes widen at the sight of me in front of him.

"What are you doing here?"

I brushed off the question and strolled past him into his room.

"Nice bed head, it's kinda hot."

I walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, running my hand across the smooth fabrication. His eyes seemed to be burning into my skin with the hard stare he gave me after shutting the door.

"Callie, why did you come?"

The pace of my heart accelerates as he sits down beside me. He was the only one I could really talk to. For whatever reason, the other boys hadn't been bothering much with me anymore.

"Because... Because I'm scared, Harry," I confessed. After a deep breath I continued, "When the mailman came earlier I could smell him and his blood. You don't know how bad I wanted to break through the door and feed on him. It was terrible and it actually caused me pain to not do it. Plus I don't know how to control anything." Tears filled up in my eyes, one slipping over the brim of my eyelids. "I could have killed Zayn today."

The tears were uncontrollable at this point; I just couldn't seem to stop them. Harry pulled me onto his lap, like he's already done many times before, and cradled me.

Once I calmed down, I sat up a bit and kissed Harry soft and slowly. The temptation overcame me and I reconnected our lips, this time in a more passionfilled kiss. When I pulled back, I shoved his shoulders down so that he was lying on his back on the mattress. I climbed onto him and straddled his waist before leaning down again and kissing him. The kiss was rough; full of hunger and desire. My hands run through his hair as the kiss deepens, him asking for entrance to my mouth and me obliging. His hands held tight to my waist whilst mine gripped onto his curls.

"Having fun there?" a voice suddenly interrupts.

Even though I was tempted to just keep on going, Harry and I stopped. Harry sat up, leaving me in an awkward position, our faces merely centimetres apart. I sat in his lap sideways as we both looked at the girl in the doorframe, Dacey.

"Here I was thinking you ran off and were going to devour a whole town when really you're just breaking the rules with one of your little minions."

Minions? I completely forgot about that aspect of my heritage. I looked back to Harry and then stormed out of the room. He didn't love me. Not truly, anyway. He was forced to be in love with me, it was against his will. Our so-called love was nothing but a children's fairytale gone tragically wrong.

More tears evaded my eyes as I slipped back into my room. I hurriedly washed my face off before hopping into my bed and huddling underneath the duvet. My one hope of true love just became bogus.

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As my eyes fluttered open, they recognised a human figure in front of me. Almost instantly, my vampiric senses kicked in. Fangs came out and my eyes lit up, but just as I was about to pounce on the intruder, my head felt like it was exploding. I sank back into the bed immediately and held my head, crying out in pain. As my fangs went back to normal canines the excruciating pain in my brain disappeared. Bloody hell, what just happened?

"Good, your record-speed healing is already starting to kick in," the woman spoke.

I looked up to see a lady in her early forties with shoulder-length light brown hair. She smiled at me despite the pain that I assume she'd put me through.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am Tatia. I've been called in to help you with your transition, Miss Callidora."

"What did you just do to me a minute ago? It didn't seem like helping."

"On the contrary, it was. That was what's called a brain aneurism."

"And how was it helpful?"

"For starters, it made you incapable of feeding on me. But, it also enforces discipline. You see, we don't want you preying on humans. In order to keep you in check, we must discipline you when your vampirism becomes a problem."

"Seriously? I'm not a dog."

"No, you are not. However, I may treat you like one if I please as long as your safety is not at risk."

"The boys won't allow you to treat me so."

"Actually, I ordered them to stay away all day so that we may complete your transition with absolutely no distractions."

"Let the torture begin," Dacey suddenly says. When did she get here?