Hidden [Harry Styles] [vampire]

Chapter Four

{Ebony}

You know that numb feeling you sometimes get when you've received bad news? That feeling where everything in you just halts for a second and the world seems to stop spinning while your head rotates a million miles an hour.

Yeah, well that pretty much sums up what I feel at the moment.

My insides felt cold, frozen. My head pounded and my eyes drooped. Exhaustion was trying to overtake me, a wave of sleep just waiting to swallow me up whole. I'd stayed awake for about 48 hours now, dreading for the devils return. Watching the sun rise and fall from the window had become my newest hobby.

My eye twitched as I slowly dragged myself up against the wall. My insides were numb and I knew that if I had a mirror in front of me, it would not be a pretty sight. For the first time in 48 hours I let my fingers press against my wound on my neck. The wound had not scabbed over like last time, instead it was red and icky. My eyes struggled to focus ahead of me as I continued to run my fingers over the horrible wound. I felt sickness rise into my throat, making me want to barf.

I'd been here for about four days now and I was already starting to feel insane. A part of me was sitting in the corner, shivering and sobbing. Complaining that I was going to die, wanting to go back to that damn village that was starting to look like a heavan compared to this. Some how I was still alive. The very few portions of food that I had gotten had mysteriously appeared by the door. How long was this cycle going to last?

The other part of me refused to back down. I'd spent four whole days in this cabin, my neck being nearly ripped apart into shreds twice now and I wasn't about to just let the demon have his fun. I refused to sink, not like this. If I was going to die, I wanted to be the one who held that decision in my hands.

I refuse to give up, to let into the fearful side of me. I couldn't let myself be the demons bitch. I had to keep going.

Yes, I thought my hopes lifting for the first time in a bit, I can do this.

I rose to my feet, my hands yanking at the door knob. There had to be a way out beside the front door. Looking around I pursed my lips. The cabin was pretty much bare and-

"Your looking quite..dead." I jumped, letting out a gasp as I stumbled slightly into the wall. There he was again, the demon himself. I hated to admit it but he looked good. His cocky smile and his dark green eyes were alluring as he examined me head to toe as if I was something to eat. Wait, of course I was.

"Have you finally come to kill me?" I asked daringly though my voice came out raspy and unevenly. I frowned at the sound, not even recognizing it due to how flat and tired it sounded. It was so different from four days ago. Four days ago I had been confident that I was going to be brave, that I was going to show no weakness. My resolve was slowly chipping away.

"You see, I actually thought of that," The demon mused as he smoothly appeared by my side, circling me. I shivered as he came closer to me, the presence of him overwelming. He was wearing a black trench coat today and his hair was down over parts of his face. His eyes were on me, waiting for my reaction, "but then I realized, you could be more useful."

"Just kill me," I begged, getting on my knees. I was slowly starting to lose my mind in here. Part of me thought that I would be better off dead. With no one to love and no one to care about I didn't have to worry about hurting someone with my death. I could just die and no one would even notice.

Instead of laughing at my face or doing me the favor I longed for, the demon did something I didn't expect. He approached me with long, quick strides crossing the room in a matter of seconds.

"Get up," he growled as he grabbed the collar of my shirt. He dragged me to my feet as I let out a surprised gasp. Unexpectedly, he kicked the door open with a strike of his foot. The door swung open, slamming against the wall as he practically dragged me outside.

He set me down roughly as we exited the cabin. It had been days since I'd been outside and the cool wind against my skin unsettled me. I shivered, the sound of wind russling leaves chilling me to the core. His hand was still clamped around my shirt.

"See this?" He asked. When I didn't reply he shook me by the collar of my shirt and used his other hand to gesture at our surroundings.

Dark trees, dark leaves. Not a single bird or animal out. The world seemed so dark here, so dangerous. So lonely.

But through the darkness, I saw beauty. The way the leaves fell gracefully from the dark trees, floating, drifting. The way the sinister wind swirled around us. The way the roses growing under the trees were armed with thorns, deadly but beautiful.

This was the first time I had ever seen the world like this. This dark, cruel, sinister world. I had never seen it in this light, after all I'd never had the freedom that I so desperatly wanted.

"You've never felt how the wind feels as you run! You've never felt how it feels to watch the first snow flake fall. Hell, I'd be willing to bet that you've never seen running water! So don't you dare tell me that you want to die when you haven't even lived!" With that, he let go of me. I fell on to my knees, my hands flying out in front of me to save me from face planting.

I looked up at the devil who stared down at me with furious eyes. His breaths were hard as he continued to glare down at me. I stared right back at him, his eyes staring into me.

Never had I felt anything like this before. This thrill that traveled through me, this adreniline. My lips parted slightly as I continued to stare at his alurring evergreen eyes that held darkness. Dark pools of green dripping with cold ice.

"I-" I started. I had hit a nevrve. Somehow I had managed to get a real emotion out of this-this creature. Real emotion. Not the fasade that he had put on for the past four days, not the darkness that he claimed he was but a real emotion.

"-I see," I told him quietly. The demons eyes widened slightly in surprise at my reply as if he had expected me to break down again. He hadn't actually expected me to listen to him, I could tell from the way his dark eyes flickered.

I got to my feet slowly watching the devil as if he were a wild animal that could lunge at any second. I brushed myself off, my chin jutted up slightly as I marched towards the cabin. Before I could even blink the demon was infront of me, arms crossed and lips set in a deep frown.

"Where do you think your going?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Back?" I said it more like a question. Wasn't that where I 'lived'? Till he descided to kill me of course.

"No you aren't," he said darkly. I cringed at the look in his eyes, that dark sparkle that I had seen all too many times, "You and I are going to have a little fun."