The Demon Within III

A Vengeful Heart.

Picture credit goes to whoever drew this.
( This is Natalie. )

Katie

    The few days after everything that we learned were spent trying to figure Natalie out, keeping Nathan away from the house, and attempting to calm Harry down enough to function. I admit, I was having a difficult time keeping my nerves under control as well, but not so much as he.

    Harry was so angry he actually went out on a 'Feeding', in that he drank from any human he laid eyes on. Even though we had managed to keep our cravings under control for so long this had put all of that effort to waste.

All because of him, Harry was turning into a blood-crazed monster.

  I had vowed to myself that the moment I got any indication of where I could find that damned werewolf I would rip his heart out with my bare hands, right after I gouged out his eyes.

  Yeah, that's how I rid myself of anger.

Instead of rampaging like Harry, I thought violent thoughts.

   "Katie, meet me in the bedroom. Now." Harry mumbled one morning after returning from his outing.
  I sighed, silently wishing him cheer up a little or at least use some manners, before I pushed myself off the couch to do as he asked.

  As soon as I entered the room I was thrown against the door and Harry had his mouth attached to my neck.
I sighed again and grumbled, "Is now really the time to be doing this? We need to track that bastard down and rip his friggin head off his shoulders."

Harry growled in reply.
  "It's this or I go out."
I looked down at him then, my eyes filled with slight yearning.
  Harry continued to nip at the skin on my neck hungrily as I thought to myself all of the people he had been drinking from, all of the families that were left confused as to why their daughters or wives had a puncture in their necks, before I put a hand on his hair lightly.

    "Harry,"
He grunted at my voice, slowing down enough to focus on my voice.
    "All of the people you've been drinking from... they are still alive, aren't they?" Harry stopped, lifting his head out of my shoulder with a troubled look in his emerald eyes.

   My heart thumped wildly inside of my chest, or, it would have if it was still beating, as I looked in the eyes and waited for an answer.
His eyes darkened slightly and he stepped away from me, running his hand over his face.

   I stepped forward, my mind now racing with concern.
"Katie—"

  "Aren't they?"
Harry's silence and tight jaw were all I needed to know the answer.
"Oh god, Harry. You can't be serious." I gasped, stepping back toward the wall instead of toward him.

"It's not as bad as you think."

"'Not as bad as I think'? You just told me that you've killed someone!"

"I never said that." He stated.
"Your silence was answer enough. Why on earth—?"

"I thought we were talking about Natalie. Let's get to finding our bastard wolf."
Harry said as he walked out of the room without sparing more than a single glance at me.

I stood in the middle of my bedroom with a slightly open mouth and wide, dull eyes.
My brain couldn't process what it had just learned— what I had just heard from my husband.