Hero [Harry Styles]

Part Three; Dangerous

HARRY'S POV: 

The crimson liquid ran down my throat, leaving a warm hunger. The sweet red necter from the small purple vein in my victim's neck made my fangs want to receive more. Her skin was soft, like porcelin. I held on tighter, taking in gulps and gulps from the two teeth in the front of my mouth. I heard her wimper, then her heartbeat slowed unitl there was none at all.

Taking one last gulp, I dropped the now drained body down on the sidewalk. Theres my morning snack, I thought, walking back into my home. The neighbor hood seemed to have woken up at the first step I made into my house. "Styles!" I heard a hollaring voice boom from my driveway. 

Not believing that I didn't hear the car,  I slowly opened my front door. "Zack." I set my jaw, watching as the most dangerous of our kind closed his car door, and smirked at me. "Get on with it! Why are you here?" I spat at him, causing his smirk to dissapear. 

"If you must know, Harold." I took in a deep breate at my real name, "I came for the girl. Kin-someting. Now where is she?" 

"Kinley?" I aksed raising my brow.

"Yes. Kinley. We've been tracing yuor thoughts, Styles. You have something for this girl, and whatever it is, I was sent here from Emeral to end it." Zack said, looking at me with amusment dancing in his cold hard eyes. 

"Zack, who sent you?"  I asked, taking a few steps closer. "I don't appreciate what your trying to do. And I suggest you leave or, I will have to hurt you." I then lunged at Zack, pinning him to the ground. He fought back, But I was too strong for him. He scremed out in pain as  I held him down, putting pressure on his neck with my arm as he choked and sputtered. He looked up at me with pleading eyes and I released him. "Leave. Now. Or, next time, I promise I will kill you." 

I walked back into my house, breathing hevily. The council knew about Kinley. They knew about her and they didn't like it. They were going to hurt me. They were going to hurt her. They were going to hurt us.

I had to do something. And I had to did it quick, the Originals have a way of doing things quick and without a trace. I can't et them hurt Kinley. Even though she's not even aware of my feelings towards her, I still feel them. 

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Slinking down the streets, I heard my stomach grumble. I was hungry, bit I couldn't feed off another human in this town. I have feasted on one too many people, sending the town into a sour, panicy confusion. The near by slayer group are putting the peices together too quickly for my own good. exibit a: Louis Tonlinson.

That man killed my sister. Or, his family, anyways. slayers have a weird way of thinking, and they thought Gemma was a vampire. And the worst part is, she wasn't.

The slayers like to assume things. if a human has more than one vampire-like characteristics, they assume that he/she is a vampire and stake them. The leader of the slayers decide weather or not of a human being is not a human being, or vise versa.

They kidnapped her, brought her to America, and killed her. William Tomlinson was the first one to tell me about her. the words still haunt my every move.

"you better listen boy. your sister was a monster that needed to be tamed. and if you are one of them,  you better bet your marbles, I will kill you. not today, not tomorrow, not even next month. when you least expect it, I'll be there. Now scatter, leave and never come back monster."

 KINLLEY'S POV: 

My jacket was whipping around me, nipping at my sides. Shivering, I pulled it back around my body. The walk home from the store is horrible. Juggling a big brown bag and my purse, I walked down the sidewalk. Mom had asked me to run to the store and I somehow manged to agree with her.

My hair was up in a messy bun and I was wearing a pair of black yoga pants along with a grey Aero sweatshirt. I was confortable. But yet, so cold.