The Year 3000

Chapter 2: A Rude Awakening

Scarlett's POV:

Previously:

That was when my legs finally gave out, but Harry was holding onto me too tightly to notice that he was carrying all of my weight. I could barely feel it. I had lost too much blood, everything was fading.

But, that said, I still had time to hear Harry whisper, "No, please! Not again."

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I awoke to voices.

All British; all male.

I didn't open my eyes--I wanted to hear what they were saying, plus I wasn't sure I had the strength yet--and instead tried to listen in on their conversation.

I was only able to catch a piece of it.

"....have to find out about her arrows," One voice said. It was slightly familiar, but I couldn't quite place my finger on it.

"Niall's going over the tests he ran on them as we speak. They've been coated in a unknown substance with elements of our blood in it," Another voice replied, also elusively familiar.

Niall?

King Niall?

My eyes snapped open to reveal two of the most powerful men on the planet staring down at me.

"And she's awake," Zayn said, his eyes sparkling in cruel amusement. I slowly took in my surroundings, which were mainly being blocked from my view by Harry and Zayn's bodies, but I still managed to get a glimpse of black walls and white carpet.

I was in Harry's room.

Well, in his bed specifically.

I glanced up at Harry, he was still looking at me, an unreadable expression on his face. I fought back the fear that clawed at my chest whenever his eyes met mine.

"Why-" I winced as I tried to sit up. "Why am I here?" I managed to get out as I fully sat up and rested my back on the headboard of the bed, the covers slightly falling off of me. I was so lightheaded.

Only then did I notice what I was wearing.

Let me tell you one thing: It wasn't what I passed out in.

It was a paper-thin, barely-there white nightgown that seemed to go down to about mid-thigh, but I couldn't really tell because I was lying down. I merely stared down at the skimpy fabric, frozen, trying my best not to think about how it came to be on my body. But, then again, I also needed to know who had changed me while I was unconscious.

Like, if it was Harry or not.

Mainly if it was Harry or not.

Him seeing me naked... while I was unconscious, being completely defenseless.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at me, smirking like the devil.

I shuddered, my stomach doing uncomfortable flips.

"We had the servants change you, don't have a fit." Zayn rolled his amber eyes as I breathed out a quiet sigh of relief, and repeated my earlier question.

"Why am I here?"

"Because this is the room you passed out in, sweetie." Zayn said each word slowly and sarcastically, but I shook my head, balling my hands into fists at his attitude.

"No, I mean why am I here at the Palace?" I clarified, before turning my burning, desperate gaze to Harry, "You could have any human you wanted—you have the whole goddamn world to choose from—yet you choose me to be your blood slave. Why? Why me? Why didn't you just kill me?"