Night Changes

Little Black Dress

Harry's POV

I don't know how much time has passed since that man came into my room. After he killed all those wolves, exactly four people came into my room. One to retie the ropes, another to get rid of the dead bodies, another to clean up the blood, and the last one to talk to me. They've been doing that a lot.

The fourth person is a man with a wrinkled face and cold black eyes. He talks to me like I'm a toddler and at this point I think maybe I am. He comes into the room with his version of a warm smile and kneels down beside me.

"Who was that man?" I ask immediately. I've been wondering ever since he came into the room. I asked everyone who came in but they all ignored me. Maybe now I could get some answers.

"He was nobody. A stranger. He came here to try and hurt you. He wanted to take away your power." The man says, his voice filled with disgust.

"But I knew him." I whisper, remembering his clear blue eyes and the way he said my name. I think we were friends. Maybe more than that. I knew by the way he touched my cheek and tears filled his eyes. He called me Harry.

"What are you doing to me?" I mumble, wishing I could get anything out of my useless head. A memory, a word, a face. Something.

The man with the wrinkled face gives me a smile full of pity. "Oh dear. I suppose we'll have to do something about that." He leaves my cell for a moment and returns with four guards. Three to hold me down and one to wipe my memory.

Louis' POV

After failing to get Harry and seeing what had been done to him, I decided I needed to find a darker way to get Harry. I had heard a lot of stories about summoning crossroads demons, but I never thought I would be doing it myself. But for Harry, it was worth it.

I pat down the dirt that's covering the box of things that are necessary for summoning crossroads demons. I hold my breath, waiting for someone or something to appear but there's nothing in front of me but darkness. I breath out angrily and am about to dig up the box when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

"Don't get your panties in a twist." A woman's voice says smoothly. I turn around to see Natalie Dormer. I had seen her on Game of Thrones but she was even more stunning in person. I know I'm gay but seeing her in real life made me not want to be anymore.

"Woah." I mutter, nearly forgetting what I'm here for. Natalie smirks at me. "So, you're a crossroads demon..."

"You're a vampire. Our jobs aren't that different." She replies, moving a piece of perfect blonde hair out of her face. "Now what are you summoning me for?"

I take a deep breath, thinking about how Harry looked right through me. He was worth going to hell for. "I want you to save my boyfriend, Harry. Get him out of the werewolf headquarters and make sure he's safe. I couldn't live with myself knowing that he was always in danger of being taken by those mutts."

Natalie raises her eyebrows at me, almost in approval. "Done." She says simply, nodding her head.

"How much time do I have?" I ask quietly, bracing myself for the answer. Most people get ten years but I would be happy with one.

"None." Natalie says, acting as if I should've known. She must be joking.

"Excuse me?" I sputter. I think I feel the ground vibrating beneath me, like hell is waiting for me to arrive.

"You've had all the extra time you could want. You are 115 years old, right?" Natalie says sarcastically, crossing her arms over chest. "Hell is generous but not that generous."

If I go through with this deal I'll be worse than dead in a matter of seconds. I've heard the hell hounds are terrible but now being almost nose to nose with them makes me want to curl into a ball. I remind myself that this is for Harry. As long as he's safe it doesn't matter where I am. The feeling of butterflies flutters in my stomach and I almost smile. I only ever get butterflies when I'm around Harry and the familiar feeling distracts me from the fact that I'll never feel this way again.

"I'll do it." I declare firmly, looking straight into Natalie's eyes.

"You must really love him." She says, looking approving once more. I nod, swallowing the lump that has grown in my throat.

"It's almost pathetic really." She continues. "I've seen hundreds of people throw away their lives for love and at first it was endearing but now it just makes me sick. Why would anyone sacrifice themselves for another when all it really does is cause more pain?"

The words are a blow to whatever confidence I have left. But of course, there's no going back now. I have to do this.

"Can we just get this over with?" I roll my eyes, hiding my fear. Natalie smiles and takes a step closer to me. I lean in, telling myself this is for Harry. Our faces are only millimeters away and we're just about to seal the deal when an annoyingly familiar voice yells.

"Louis!" Sam shouts, running towards Natalie and I. His eyes are wide with disbelief and I brace myself for some kind of lecture about how he wants to us help me. His brother Dean is following close behind but he doesn't look surprised. He just looks sad.

"What the hell are you doing? That's a crossroads demon, she'll send you to hell." Sam says as if I have no idea what I'm doing. I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

"No shit. I'm going to hell anyway, so why not make it worth it?" I spit, turning back to Natalie who is looking over the boys with great interest. Her eyes slide over Sam but catch onto Dean. She suddenly smiles.

"Dean Winchester." She smirks, her eyes looking him up and down. "Not in hell I see." Dean's eyes are cold as he glares hard at Natalie. I must have missed something.

"I thought demons were into that kind of gossip." Dean replies, "I haven't been in hell in years."

"Right, I think I remember hearing something about that. I just assumed you'd find yourself back there considering your such a pain in the ass." Natalie shot back. Dean didn't reply but it looked like he had a lot of things he wanted to say.

"Louis, you can't sell your soul for Harry. There are other ways. Dean and I want to help you." Sam pleads, looking back to me. He really does look sincere and I remember what Harry said before he left about how hunters aren't all evil. I want to believe it but I don't how.

"How do I know you're being honest?" I ask, ignoring Natalie's surprised look.

"This isn't just about you and Harry." Dean says, "If the werewolves have an alpha as powerful as Harry then the whole UK is in danger. And they won't stop there. Trust me, I wouldn't be here if I didn't think innocent people would die."

I look away for a moment, trying to organize all the thoughts running through my mind. This whole time I had been worrying about Harry and never even realized what his kidnapping would mean for the werewolves. I had seen Harry in his wolf form and knew first hand how terrifying he could be. I would never want to be the one he was attacking.

"I've been to hell, Louis. I know you think you're a monster now, but hell does things to you. It turns you into something you never thought you could become." Dean says quietly. In his eyes, I can see all the things he's been through. He seems like a completely different person from the Dean who was about to chop of my head. I finally make a decision.

"I need your help." I say softly. All the anger that had been filling me the entire day was now gone and was replaced with complete and utter sadness. Tears well in my eyes and I try not to let them fall but I can't help it. This is all my fault, if I didn't stormed out of that bar last night and actually listened, I wouldn't have stormed out and snapped at Harry. Harry has been brainwashed because of me and is probably going through pain, if not physically, then mentally. I hang my head down low and sob softly, tears pouring down my cheeks. I ferociously wipe the wetness away with my palm and sniff before lifting my head to look at Sam and Dean.

"We need to find Harry."