Book of the Demon {Harry Styles au}

III

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(Fun fact about Morgan, I can speak French!)

I sat upon the old wooden chair, slouching even a bit in the chair trying to get at least a little bit of comfort. As I began to read the comfort feeling quickly began to fade away. I no longer felt comfortable in the old castle. I shiver a little at the sudden coldness I felt take over the room. I quickly stood up from the chair getting a familiar feeling. The feeling I had gotten earlier, when I ran into Jake when he told me he was near. I don't know I exactly I did what I did next, but I knew from the feeling I was getting wasn't a good sign. I grab the book and run, I run away from the terrible feeling, trying so desperate to escape the nauseous pit in my stomac, and the chills that went down my spine. I take quick and quiet steps as I run down the long hallway and staircase. Regret takes over and make my way to the front door. I pull on the large gold door handle trying to pull it open and escape but it's no use.

I pull and pull on the handle but it doesn't budge. Panic takes over and my heart begins to beat like a quick paced drum. The book tucked under my arm while I held onto the door handle with both of my small hands. I let out a huff of defeat, I turn around and I'm meet by green eyes. I cringe back cowering in fear of who stood in front of me. It was a tall man, with dark brown hair in a hair style that you don't really see everyday. His pink plump lips held a devious playful smirk. He wore all black. His intense stare made me shiver. I stayed put with my back up against the door. I wanted to run and scream but I stayed. Waiting for him to do something.

The rooms starts to darken, how, I don't know why. It feels as if the temperature has dropped and chills run through my entire body. I begin to loose feeling and my body starts to feel as if it were going to give out any second. My eyes start to feel heavy and I slowly begin to fall to the floor.

My mind feels slow, everything just gets darker and darker. As much as I would like to fight back and run as far as possible, I simply can't. I try to keep my eyes open but they drop and before they could officially close and be taken by the darkness I see him come closer and closer. I can't feel, but I had a feeling I was in his hands.

"Welcome to hell darling, looks like you're mine now."

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I slowly peel my eyes open and I wince at the sun light coming through my curtain. I feel around, my body feeling sore with every movement I made. I slowly sit up and see I'm back in my room. Weird. I notice I'm still in my cloths and I also see my backpack sitting next to my bedroom door. I slip out of my bed slowly, winching every now and then at the feel of movement. I hope that every thing was just a dream. Then I walk over to my desk and there sat the book. The black book sat on my desk, haunting me. I pit it up and feel it in my hands. I feeling erupts my body and I drop the book. It was that feeling.

The feeling of eyes on you. The nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomac and the chills that erupt my body making me shudder. I look down at the book I dropped seconds ago. I look down and notice a note fell out.

"Bienvenue en enfer chérie, on dirait que tu es à moi maintenant."

I reread the note written on a small white piece of paper over and over. It was written in French which I was quickly able to recognize. The same words I heard before I was taken by the darkness. "Welcome to hell darling, looks like you're mine now." I could almost hear him saying it every time I read it. I jumped back but I heard my bedroom door bust open, sudden shock making me drop the small note and turning around. I was shocked to see who it was.