The Secret Lives of One Direction (A Paranormal Fanfic)

Harry

Chapter Seven

Harry's P.O.V.

"Hey there."

The voice came from behind me. Nervously, I turned around to see who had adressed me.

The woman stood before me was the most glorious thing I had ever seen. She flashed me a sexy smile, which drew me to her like a moth to a flame.

She was tall - only about an inch or two shorter than me - with medium-length, fiery red hair. Her skin was surprisingly pale, but her miraculous beauty distracted from her colour. Her complexion was spotless; her hair was softer than a cloud; her facial features looked as if they had been carved by an angel. Her body curved in ways I could only dream of. She had a naturally gorgeous shape - and her sleek, black dress (though odd for our current location and point on the timeline) complimented her shape fantastically.

But what captivated me most was her eyes. They were like shining orbs of beauty, projecting one thing and one thing only: lust. Colours danced in these spheres of magnificence; colours ranging from red to blue to green. I opened my mouth to speak but she shooshed me and lightly pressed a finger to my lips.

"Don't speak," she said, her voice like a ballad sung by the best singers in the world. Slowly, she turned her small head from side to side, checking around us, but looking sexy at the same time. Then she gripped me by my collar and dragged me into a nearby alley.

Soon, we were kissing each other like our lives depended on it. My hands roamed her body whilst she kept hers around my head, mainly in my curly hair. We were hungry for each other's lips - I felt like I had found what I've been looking for my whole life.

That was when it struck me that I didn't even know this girl's name.

I settled my hands on her hips and slowly broke off our kiss. She looked into my eyes questioningly.

"What's your name, beautiful?" I asked, being as flirty as possible.

My question hung unanswered in the air as she resumed our passionate kiss. She soon broke away and traced her lips down to my neck.

That was when I realised that one of her hands was holding my arm tightly to keep me still and, just as I was working out what was happening, her other hand bent my head to the left in one sudden movement. I heard her hiss and soon saw pearl-white fangs shoot out from her top row of teeth. This, combined with her blood-red eyes, shot me with understanding.

I was just making out with a vampire!

She continued to kiss my neck as I swallowed nervously. I stuttered, "H-Hey, w-what are you d-doing?"

The flawless vampire brought her lips to my ear. When she whispered, a tingling sensation made its way down my back.

"Lucy," she breathed, before proceeding to sink her fangs into my neck.

I felt my body spasm and was soon taken over by a wave of calm as my blood was drained from my veins. It took me a moment to realise that she had answered my question and told me her name: Lucy.

Even though I hated this vampiric siren right now, I couldn't help but fall in love with her, right there and then, as she slowly killed me.

Or, at least, that's what I thought.

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At the time I woke up, I was hit by a sensation of cold. I shivered and pulled my blanket up, immediately setting off a chain of pins and needles down my body. I curled up into a small ball. Usually that would warm me up. But this time, I stayed as cold as ice.

I groaned and began rolling backwards, when suddenly I heard a voice from somewhere in the room. I froze and listened intently.

"You're awake," came a sexy drawl from the darkness.

I scanned the dark room nervously. I could make out rough shapes - curtains blocking the window, a chair, somebody sat in the chair... SOMEBODY SAT IN THE CHAIR!!

I tried to speak, but my words came out as a mumbled slur. Then I tried to sit up - that didn't work either. Confused, I turned my head to watch the chair, trying to focus my eyes.

"It's alright, Harry," the voice spoke seductively, right next to my ear. My body automatically jumped, spreading pins and needles down my body. Another groan escaped my lips.

"That's rigor wearing off," the voice - who I now deducted was female - explained.

Rigor? What was she talking about?

Dramatically, I raised my eyebrow, asking 'what does that mean?'.

My captor rolled her eyes and replied, "Rigor mortis, dummy."

Rigor mortis? Doesn't that happen when...?

"You're dead," the girl finished for me. Wait, could she--

"Read your thoughts? Why, yes I can!"

How?

"It's my vampire power. You'll have one too."

That was when fear completely took over. I went to punch this creep but the pins and needles was almost painful. I groaned, louder this time.

"You shouldn't try that, Harry," the girl said. "It will only make the transformation worse."

Before I could say anything else, I felt a liquid dripping into my mouth quickly. When my mouth was half full, my jaws were forced shut and my nose was pinched.

"Swallow," the girl commanded.

What could I do? I couldn't breathe! So I swallowed the thick, metallic liquid. I felt it creep down my gullet and all the way into my stomach. Then it disappeared somewhere, and I was captured by a bottomless tiredness.

"Sleep well, Harry," the girl said. Now I recognised her! It was...

Sleep.

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