These Demons (A Harry Styles Horror/Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1- My Visitor

A/N: Hi!

I promise it gets better throughout the next few chapters. Please excuse any punctuation errors. I hope you enjoy! (: Dedicated to hazzasmofos because she was my first reader! OK ily.

Love, Nicole.

Christy's POV:

I look around and all I see is blood. In pools at my feet, embedded in the walls, dripping off of hanging bodies, blinding my vision with the color of red. The heavy smell of it douses my senses, making everything a blur. The hot, thick liquid is streaming down my throat, chocking me. I try to look for an exit, any way to get me out of the small room. There was nothing. I felt as if the space was swallowing me whole. My knees give out and I tumble to the floor. I land in the blood and I can't breathe. It was dripping down my cheek. I swallow the blood in my mouth and end up coughing violently.

This is how it was every night. They enjoy my fear. Feed off it even. I am their entertainment, the people of hell. And there was nothing I could do about it. I will always be the puppet, and there was no way I could cut the string from my evil tormenters.

"You can fight them, Christina."

The melodic voice sends shivers down my spine. I look up from my bloody hands to see a male figure. A man with a porcelain white face, brown hair, and beautiful images inked on his skin, starring down at me with his piercing green eyes. Dressed in all black, he stands tall, not bothered by the dead bodies just inches away from him. His tongue peeks out from in between his plump lips to moisten them as he gets ready to speak again.

"You are stronger then them, angel.!This is nothing. You have dealt with much more gruesome scenes."

He looked at me as if I was special, and I was returning him the same look. The way he said "angel" was comforting, making me feel safer than I really was.

"Who are you?" I said to him.

"You'll find out soon." He gave me a slight smirk and a wink. Then, he lowered his gaze, and the room began to blacken.

I knew what was happening. They didn't like him, this strange, beautiful boy that has come into my nightmare. I could feel them letting go, and I was relieved. This was hell, but my life has always been hell. I was feeling disappointed though, not knowing when I would see my visitor again. This man, who has made me feel safer then ever, scares me more than this dream ever could. But I am drawn to him, and I know I can't go on without him. "You'll find out soon." I have meet this man again, and somehow, I know in my heart that I will.

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"Beep, beep, beep."

I woke with a jolt. Sweat beads drip down my face, and my chest is rising and falling at a quick pace. I take deep breaths and shut my alarm clock off. I start to calm my breathing as I do every morning.

Who the hell was he and why was he in my dream?

I break my train of thought and begin to get ready for the day. I stand up from my bed and I immediately feel relaxed as the carpet seeps in between my toes, the coolness of the carpet against my hot skin. I head over to my dresser and look in the mirror. I stare at my reflection. I look clammy, my brown hair sticking to my neck and sweat gleaming off my shoulders and arms. My brown eyes widen as I see three claw marks on my forearm.

"They decided to leave marks on me last night?" Ithought as I examined the 3 red slits.

They only leave marks when something special happens, like Christmas night or Easter. In this case, I guess this something special was actually a someone. My visitor. My beautiful, mysterious visitor.