A/N: Someone said this was like a story "One Undead Direction". I'm just letting you all know that I've never even heard of this story, let alone read it. So if anything is similar, it's pure coincidence. Just thought I should mention that. -Jenna x
Every so often I would come back into consciousness and hear parts of conversations.
"Tatia, please do something. She can't die, we've only just met!" my father, Ambrogio, begged.
"I'm sorry, Ambrogio, there's nothing I can do. She is gone," Tatia responded calmly, though I could sense shakiness in her voice.
My senses went out again and when I came back to be able to hear, this is what I heard:
"Dammit, you can't die now! We still have to ransack TopShop!" Dacey whined.
She actually care about me dying? That I would've never thought in a million years. The world around me disappeared again until my senses kicked back in.
"Where's Harry?" asks the familiar voice of Niall.
Harry. How could I forget about Harry? He wasn't even here today. He wouldn't know what happened. He'd be devastated. Even if I wasn't sure that his love was true, I knew he'd be devastated due to the curse. I wish I could've seen him today before all of this.
Everything seemed to go still all around me. The air seemed thiner and colder than before. Unexpected warmth filled my veins. Then I was out like a light and I was sure it was the end if the line for me... At just eighteen.
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Out of nowhere my eyes shot open as well as my mouth, gasping for air. My body automatically sat up. Expecting to see some sort of evil in Hell where I assumed I would be for eternity, I was surprised to see four boys huddled around me.
My hands went to my chest, running against the spot where the stake would have been; right in my heart. I looked down, feeling nothing, and saw that my skin was completely healed. Blood on my dress was all the confirmation I needed to know that the previous events had actually happened.
Then I remembered something. Four boys sat around me. Where was Harry? What about my dad? Did Dacey leave? What if Harry thought I was dead and ran off with Dacey? Oh no...
"It's gone, love," Liam said, referring to the hand on my chest.
"Where's Harry? Is he okay?" I asked worriedly.
"He's fine. He's in the sitting room," Zayn answered.
"Why am I here? Shouldn't I be dead?" I questioned disbelievingly.
"You'd better go and talk to Harry about it," Louis said.
They all nodded and looked at me, waiting for me to get up. I got to my feet and slowly walked away. When I got to the sliding glass door the thoughts of my father's instructions to kill Eliodoro raced through my mind.
I opened the door, feeling sick to my stomach. He had called me a worthless bitch and left me there to die. I wish I'd been able to move a millisecond faster than I had and been able to fulfil what my father desired.
Once I walked inside and quietly closed the door I noticed Harry sitting on the sofa. When I got closer to him I saw his elbows were propped up on his knees and his hands held his head. Please tell me he wasn't crying; that would break my heart.
Gently, I sat down beside him and placed my hand softly on his back.
"Go. Away." he snarled.
"But, Harry..."
His head shot up from his hands, "Callidora? You're alive?"
"It seems so."
Harry smiled in response to my statement.
"I just don't understand how, though," I thought aloud.
"It's because of me."
"What? How?"
"Well, you just needed blood. So, I gave you mine."
I didn't know what to say. A genuine thank you didn't seem to do such an act justice, but that's all I knew to say.
"Thank you, Harry. I don't know how I'll ever repay you."
"Promise me that you'd do the same."
"I would, no doubt."
"Promise."
"I promise."
"One more thing. Do you believe what I say now?"
"What do you mean?"
"That I love you. Do you believe me?"
"I... I um..."
I don't know. Did I believe him? He did give you his blood for Pete's sake! I know, I know. Not all vampires are willing to do that. True. Wait, why am I talking to myself?
"I guess I do believe you."
"Good."
With that said he leaned over and I got that kiss I'd already been dying for. Ha, literally. I crawled onto his lap and straddled his waist, leaning down to kiss him again. His hands held tight to my hips whilst mine ran through his hair. Our kisses got rougher and more aggressive; his hands started to roam up and down my sides, tracing my curves.
"Guys?" someone asked, but both Harry and I ignored whoever it was.
"Guys?!..... GUYS!?"
"WHAT?!" we said in unison, looking back to see who had interrupted us.
Niall stood there scratching the back of his head. He seemed nervous... And jealous?
"We have a problem; Eliodoro has escaped."
Harry and I looked at each other, both with worried expressions.
"Oh, and, don't do anything on that couch; it's my favourite."
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Love Bites™ (Harry Styles)
Fanfiction**[✔]Completed** She always thought she was a normal girl, until she found herself being kidnapped. ©COPYRIGHT 2014, ForeverDreamingx™