Looking for Blood // Harry Styles

Chapter 6 // The Pledge

Ky's POV

Everything was red. Everything.

I was having images flash in my mind. First, it was a flash of Harry kissing a Blonde boy with braces. Okay, weird. I didn't think Harry was gay- oh right, i'm dreaming.

Secondly, I actually knew it was a dream because I dreamt of Harry denying sexual interaction with a hot girl in a slutty outfit. Thirdly, I dreamt of getting a dog. It was a dachshund, and I imagined it running around in the grass. So, as you can see, everything that I dreamt of that I mentioned was red.

I didn't wake-up in what seemed like forever, but we were landing somewhere. By somewhere, I mean Japan. You know why I could tell? The billboards in writing that only Japanese people can do, which I envied.

"Glad your back, babe." Harry said, grasping me tighter as we landed in a patch of barren land. "Don't call me that." I growled, feeling dizzy again. "Why the hell am I dizzy?"

Harry smiled cheekily. "Your become a pre-fledgling."

I gawked at him. "Pre- what? The hell, Harry!" I said, slapping him. That made him pissed. Great going, Ky.

"It's not my fucking fault you decided to bite my wrist!"

"Excuse me? Your practically FORCED ME into it!"

 "I-" He stopped, looking down as our feet touched the ground. He sighed and grabbed my wrist in a rush. We quickly ran through a crowd of people in the street, but some of them looked.. odd.. like.. like Harry.

They were pale and had red eyes. They all stared at me, and one pale guy winked at me. I shook it off thinking I was still dreaming, but it seemed so vivid and real..

"Harry-"

"Shut up!" He whispered, leading us into an alleyway.

I quickly followed as he ran corner-to-corner. I stopped as Harry walked through a solid, brick wall. I tilted my head, thinkinig that I was still dreaming. I pinched myself, shook my head, and even pounded on the wall to see if it was just my imagination.

It was a real wall..

I walked into it, and nothing happened except that I was now currently sprawled on the ground. I saw Harry come back and smirk, "Are you begging for rape, babe?"

He held his hand out and I grabbed it, rubbing my head. "Shut up." I said, groaning. Harry put his arms around my waist and we started walking it. "Just had to get something. Drink this." He said, holding up a bottle of red-liquid.

"What's that?!" I said, taking it. "A drink." He replied as we walked straight. I slowly opened it, taking a sip. It didn't taste that bad, just like cherry, actually.

'It's blood."

I spit it back into the bottle. "Blood?! Harry!" I said, stepping on his foot. He winced, grabbing his foot like it was 'broken.' I rolled my eyes, splashing the drink on his clothes. He glared at me, "Stop, Ky."

I rolled my eyes, walking ahead of him. I went far enough so we had space, but I turned around realizing he left. My eyes shot open and I started running into random pathways, looking for Harry. "HARRY!" I yelled.

I may or may not have pissed my pants in the process of running.

"HARRY!" I yelled again. I sighed, slumping onto a wall. Where the hell was he? He would find me, right? I ran my hand through my lose strands of hair, looking if each one had a split end. Surely enough, I had a few.

"Don't fucking speak." A dark, cold voice said. I turned around but the person who I suspected was a man covered my head with some sack-thing. I was pushed inside what seemed like a building, and slowly losing air. It was hard to breath.

Like seriously, hard to breath.

The bag was slowly removed from my small head, and it revealed 3 silhouettes of three men. I gulped as they came closer, coming into view. One was wearing a leather jacket, and a white tee shirt paired with some torn-up black jeans. The other two were wearing the same things, but they had ripped up blue jeans.

"Welcome, Pre-Fledgling." One said, smirking. He looked over at the corner and there was a lifeless Harry on the ground. "HARRY!" I screamed, struggling to get free of the rope tied behind me. They all smirked, kicking Harry's body while walking out.

"Harry!" I said, losing my voice. I tried to push the chair, but it wouldn't budge. It was like it was solid into the ground, and I couldn't get to Harry.

Blood was pouring out under-neath him. I screamed and shouted for someone, but nobody came. They left Harry to die.

To die.

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"Say something, Harry.. please.." I muttered, looking at him. "Please, Harry."

He didn't say anything.

He didn't say a word.

He didn't make a move.

He just.. stopped trying.

He didn't hold on.

He was dead.

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