Angel [Dark H.S]

•Chapter 7•

Violet

"Time to come with me"

I began to shake my head frantically, begging him not to take me. His hands grabbed my waist, pulling me close into his chest as tears ran down my face.

"Shh stop" he pulled me behind his body towards the stairway as I yanked on his arm in protest. I dug my ankles into the carpet, attempting to make myself as heavy as possible. Suddenly Harry's head snapped around, as his hands rose and pulled on my shirt.

"I said stop! Remember your family Violet, I won't hesitate to slaughter everyone you've ever had contact with, if you don't stop it" he snapped at me, his eyes glowing in the dark. I pulled myself together as I considered his words, I didn't want to go with him. But I had to.

"Why now?" I blurted out without thinking, the salty tears still pouring down my cheeks. He studied me for a minute, his head tilting in question. He seemed calm as he examined my expression and began talking.

"I can't wait anymore" he almost whispered. What did he mean? He didn't know me. He kept pulling me down stairs, this time without protest from me. We reached the front door and I shivered when the cool air hit my bare legs, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

Harry dragged me towards the familiar black SUV, that I had seen only the week before. He threw me into the passenger seat but not before tying my arms tightly behind my back and securing a blind fold around my eyes. He jumped into the drivers side and sped off down the road, the sudden acceleration of the car making me jump.

It was silent. I shivered in the seat, my body frozen with fear and shock as I tried to pull myself together. I kept moving my head around as if I could see, despite the black cloth covering my eyes. Harry seemed to notice my constant movements as he engaged me.

"Stop thinking" he said, his voice firm and hard. His comment confused me but I didn't reply as I felt moisture soak into the material around my eyes. Why didn't he just kill me? I would rather that than become his sex slave or whatever the hell he was going to make me.

After driving for about half an hour, the car came to a sudden halt and I heard Harry exit his side of the vehicle, slamming the door behind him. I was suddenly pulled into the cold, the blind fold ripped from my eyes as he began dragging me up a driveway. I scanned my surroundings carefully, we were in the middle of a forest that had a small road leading to the driveway we were walking up. At the end of the driveway there was a large, dark house, surrounded by more trees and the darkness of the  night. 

I was pulled into the large house, immediately I noticed how the temperature was barely any different to that of the September night air. The walls were plain white and the furniture was also very simplistic, the main two colours being black and white.

"Why have you brought me here?" I asked as Harry continued to drag me through the house, stopping when he reached the bottom of a large stairway.

"Why do you keep asking stupid questions?" He hissed, his hand still grasping my wrist tightly.

"I have a right to know! Why couldn't you just leave me alone? Or kill me?" I felt anger rise in my body at his failure to answer any of my questions. Harry mirrored my annoyance as his face twisted into a demonic scowl.

"You don't have a right to know anything, you're here because I've put you here, you understand?" He had backed me up against a wall, his chest pressed against mine firmly. I nodded in response, his intimidation beating me in our small argument.