-Escape-

Chapter 8

**HARRY’S POV**

I effortlessly pumped my legs back and forth, more weighed down by the episode back at the house then the weight of my own lifeles body. I barely even notice the branches that scraped my exposed arms or the stinging sensation on my cheeks from the bitter cold.

“If you love me you won’t bite me” she said in my head

I wiped the tears out of my eyes as the path ahead became even more blurry. I screwed up and I took it out on Zayn.

“If you love me” she said

I shook my head, I can’t take this.

I see a small light in the distance and can smell the blood in the air. My feet carry me in the direction of the laughter and the delicious smell of my next meal. I hid behind one of the trees the sourounded the small clearing in the woods in which the small family of four had seemingly set up camp.

They were all gathered around a big pile of sticks as the sun began to go down and the father attempted to light the matches in his hand. A little girl sat on her Mother's lap, they both seemed pretty content and deeply concentrated on the picture book that the women was holding up. A bit off to the side stood a boy. Pretty tall, seemingly around fourteen but quite scrawny.

the father dropped the matches to the floor and the boy's shoulders sunk lower "damit,' he mumbled as he bent down to pick it up.

the boy groaned "this is stupid," he huffed "It's way to cold out for this and I really have to pee," finished the younger boy, stepping closer to the father who looked up at the pinkish sky as if to ask some higher power for help

“Just go in the bushes Jared.” he said, picking up the matches again, whisking one across the red bumpy surface breaking it in half

The younger boy's,  who I assumed was Jared, face dropped “No! You didn’t bring a toilet?” He said throwing his arms in the air as the father walked over to him and knelt down on one knee

"I can't bring a toilet into the woods, you are going to have to suck it up and pee in a bush or someting" finished the father, placing a hand on Jared's shoulder before standing up and attempting to light the match once more.

Jared stood there, his arms hung limply athis sides, his head tilted to the side to reveal his bony neck. I licked my lips as the father struck the match, threw it into the fire, and shooed Jared into the woods. 

Perfect.

The boy walked up to a tree muttering something under his breath. He starts to unzip his pants but I put a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t scream,” I said as I quickly sunk my teeth into the hollow part of his neck.

It was good, but it wasn’t Jade’s blood.

I sucked the blood out of his neck not caring whether he lived or died. He was flailing but didn’t scream. Eventually the moving stopped but I kept sucking getting whatever was left out of the lifeless body that lay before me. I pull back and look at what I have done.

Another innocent person dead. Another happy family ruined.

I turn around ashamed of what I have done only to find a worse situation behind me. I bow my head in guilt as she tries to figure out what had happened to her brother, why I was covered in his blood.

The little girl stands behind me shaking.

“J-Jared?” she asks walking up to him.

My eyes are glowing red, I want more but I can’t kill a child, right?