Styles and The Beast

Chapter 5

The ghost stories told around the campfire always warned you never to go outside at night in fear of the supernatural beings getting you.

What do I do when it's night time and I'm stuck in a house full of them. Zayn disappeared into the attic, Niall is drunk, Liam is reading a book with weird symbols on it, and Harry hasn't been seen since dinner.

Louis still lies lifeless on the couch. With each passing second my hope in him waking up slowly dwindles.

Without saying anything I get up. Nobody pays attention to me. I silently wonder the house. Going up stairs that lead to dark hallways. As I go up another flight of stairs I notice a door painted in silver. The crowning was skillfully crafted in a way that made me ogle. I let my hand skim over the rough surface. On the door depicted a wolf, large in stature, howling into the sky.

Without thinking I grabbed the knob and opened the door.

I expected to see a beautiful room. Windows that covered every inch of the walls. A king sized bed with silk sheets. The floors would be polished hard wood that you could see yourself in.

But this room almost depicted one of a dungeon. The smell musty and rotting.

The windows were boarded up and broken glass laid on the floor. Instead of a king sized bed with silk sheets there was a beaten up mattress on the ground. And the once nice hard wood floor was torn up or ripped off the floor and left in piles in the corner. A red substance covered portions of the walls. Some of it dried and some still glistening.

Despite my better judgement I went further into the room. I could hear the running of water. It was soon shut off and being the idiot I am I stayed right where I was.

Another door I assumed was closet opened and out came a very wet very naked Harry with only a towel wrapped around his shoulders.

With a screech I covered my eyes. Harry let out a yelp, obviously not expecting company.

"What the fuck are you doing in here Lucy?" He growled angrily.

With my hands still over my eyes I said, "I was bored and decided to look around, I'm sorry." I could hear movement and the opening and closing of drawers.

"You can open your eyes," he grumbled. Though he was still shirtless, he wore a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

His body was covered in tattoos that made his body even more mouth watering. I tore my gawking eyes back to his. My cheeks red with embarrassment when I saw that knowing smirk on his face. I'm just grateful he didn't acknowledge it.

"How come your room is so dirty when the rest of the house is luxurious?" I ask without thinking. His jaw tenses and his eyes harden.

"I don't deserve to live in luxury," he says lowly. Before I can ask why a frantic Liam runs into the room with that stupid book in his hands.

"Harry I think you will want to read this," and then practically shoves the book into his face. Harry takes the book roughly and turns his attention to the pages. As he continued to read the book his face turned grimmer and grimmer. He quickly looked at Liam and then at me in astonishment.

"That's impossible," he harshly closed the book making me cringe and cower back. "She's dead! She never had kids!"

"But Harry she did! And Lucy is her child and she's alive!" Liam shouts back and points at me.

"She's. Dead. I watched her die," he sunk to the floor and stared into space.

"Um, you have the wrong Lucy pal. My parents are my parents," I awkwardly laugh.

"No they aren't," I turn around and see Zayn staring at the emotionally unstable Harry.

"Zayn you don't know anything so just shut up," I snapped. Zayn didn't even seem to acknowledge my harsh tone but instead kept talking.

"See that's where you are wrong, I know a lot about your 'parents'" he said putting quotations with his fingers around parents. "I know they aren't human, I know they are a witch and a warlock. Who are almost 400 years old and that the witch that cursed mutt over there is your mother," he grinned maniacally.

"That's impossible," my head couldn't fathom the thought of my 'parents' not being my parents. I leaned against the wall to steady myself.

"I know that you are stronger than your mother ever would be, and I know you have always been drawn here because of him. You feel the attractions don't you?" I could feel zayn's cold breath on my neck as his nails dragged down the side of my face. The fact he knew more about my life then I knew myself irked my soul down to the core.

I could feel light flicker through my veins again and the urge to burn him became very prominent.

"Zayn I suggest you stop unless you want to be burned to a crisp," Liam warned lowly. I could tell Zayn took a few steps back and quickly zipped out of the room.

"Lucy come with me. I want to teach you how to control these... Powers," Liam quickly dragged me out of the room.

Before I left I looked up in search of Harry. On his face I could see disappointment and sadness painted like bright colors.

Harry POV

After the news Liam told me I've been locked up in my room. I think it's almost 12 at night from the chill that's settled in my room. My head is still trying to wrap around the fact that that bitch's child is in my house. But yet I can't deny the pull of protectiveness and attraction I feel towards the petite blonde.

I toss and turn on this damned floor in hope of finding comfort but to no avail. I quickly stand up and start pacing across my floor. I'm to focused in on my own twisted mind to hear my door open. But when I hear the rather loud slam of the heavy wood I turn around and face a scandalously dressed Lucy. She's only in a sheer small night gown. That looks vaguely familiar.

"Lucy? What..." At almost an inhuman pace she stands in front of me. Her hand clasped around my bicep. I look at her hand and then back at her forest green eyes in curiosity.

"I know you feel it Harry," the words come out in hisses like a damn snake and the way she says my name is almost like someone poured acid down her throat.

"The attraction, the pull, the ... Lust," she drags her nails on my skin while she circles me like prey. "You feel protective over me, right" she is now standing right in front of me again. I look at her skeptically. Her eyes flicker into slits and then back quickly making me step back slightly. But she steps closer.

Before I can even register what's happening she pulls me into a kiss. Her lips weren't like what I imagined. They were cold and cracked. The taste of them had me cringing in disgust. That's when everything clicked.

I've kissed these lips before. "Veronica! Get the hell out of her body!" I quickly grab ahold of Lucy's/Veronica's neck. The predicament she's currently in doesn't seem to faze her the slightest. "How dare you step foot in my house!"

"Harry, Harry, my love," she sang. Lucy's voice changes into that high-pitched voice of that bastard of a siren.

"Get out of her body!!" And like that Lucy was limp in my arms. Cradling her softly I carried her downstairs.

"Liam, I need you to place an enchantment spell on her. Veronica has seemed to have picked up a dirty habit of possessing her body," I gently place her on the love seat. He quietly takes his head out of the book he was reading and stands up.

"Will do Haz," I quickly sit down on the ground next to her.

"You can go to bed. It might take me a little and I'll be careful," I just shake my head and lean my head on the arm rest. Liam just gives me that knowing smirk but doesn't say anything.

"WHIPPED," I hear Niall yell from the kitchen.

"FUCK OFF YOU ANNOYING LEPRECHAUN!" I smile when his light hearted laugh fills the house.

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