Don't Want To (Larry Stylinson - Vampire AU)

Chapter 1

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Louis' POV

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I groaned and pried my eyes open, the bright light burning my eyes and I immediately shut them again. My whole body ached and burned and I tried to recall what had happened the day before.

But I can't think of a single, God dammed thing. My memory is just... blank.

I pulled at my arms to rub my eyes, but I was met with restriction. I snapped my eyes open, ignoring the harsh light, and looked up at how my arms were pulled tightly over my head. My breathing quickened and I pulled frantically at the chains restricting me.

Why can't I use my vampire strength?

"You can try all you want, Louis," an unfamiliar voice, followed with a dark chuckle. I furrowed my eyebrows as a man with fiery red hair walked out into my eye view with a smirk. "Only I have the key and the lock can't be picked. I want to see how you'll get out of there."

"If the lock can't be picked, then how the fuck do you expect me to get out?!" I growled at him, hearing the malice and venom in my own voice. He winced slightly, ever so slightly that I barely caught it.

The smirk on his face grew into a smile and he sat at the foot of the bed by my feet and patted my leg, "oh, Louis, use your strength, you're a vampire! You just have to figure out how to get past the block that I put on your mind. You can use your strength, it's just that your mind tells you you can't so you can't."

"You don't make any damn sense!" I yelled before kicking the side of his head. He grunted and fell off the bed and onto the floor. He groaned in pain and sat up with a glare at me.

"Just let me go!"

"No can do, mate," he shook his head, "you have to do it yourself." I growled with anger and annoyance. When I get out of this, I'm going to fucking kill him, rip out his heart and shove it down his throat before he turns to ash.

I yanked at the cuffs again whilst the man began to hum. He was sat on the floor by the door, picking at his nails. I swear, when I get out of the damned cuffs-

There was a slight groan of metal and I looked up, seeing the cuffs that were attached to the bed were stretching out on my left side. Well, at least I'm getting somewhere. I pulled at the cuffs again, but the only thing that happened was that my wrist slipped and because I was putting so much pressure on the cuffs, the metal cut me and I growled in pain.

Blood ran down my wrists and arms and there was a horrible stinging and realisation that I wasn't healing and I was bleeding profusely.

"Oh, would you look at that," he mumbled, his pupils dilating slightly, "it seems the block also blocks you from healing... you might want to hurry before you bleed to death... but you'll come back, don't worry." I growled and bared my fangs at him. I'm going to fuCKING KILL HIM.

One last violent tug and the hand cuffs broke and I felt the skin on my wrists seal as well.

His eyes widened and he stood up quickly.

"Well, that was faster than anticipa-" I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the door. My body burned with anger and I tightened my grip round his throat. I was beyond angry now. I can't believe I was just fucking hand cuffed to an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room and an unfamiliar man talking so highly that he could handle me and just fucking keep me there and block off the natural gifts of a vampire.

How fucking dare he.

He gasped, clawing at my hand, "Lou-louis... sto-stop! You-you're going to ki-kill m-me."