Shifting (A Harry Styles Vampire/WereWolf FanFiction)

Chapter 18

(A/N from present: So basically from now on is where I haven't edited, as my writing skill begins to drop. If that doesn't make sense, I've gone back in the chapters before this one and after and edited my poor writing skills from before and improved it a little. I also edited out how fast Harry and Autumn's relationship was going so now I'm not 100% sure if they're dating. I'm sorry it's so confusing, I will try to edit these chapters to make sure they fit with the one's before.)

(A/N from past: OH MY GOD GUYS THANK YOU ALL AO MUCH FOR 10 000 READS THIS IS CRAZY!!!! And I'm sorry for not updating lately, I procrastinate way too much and I've been super sick. Started out as a head cold then became a fever. Anyways here's the chapter! Sorry if there's any spelling or grammar mistakes!)

*AUTUMN'S POV*

I fell to the ground, everything around me was absorbed by tiny little black dots. It wasn't just any blood that they were drinking, was it? No, it was my kind. Out of all the things in the world, out of all the creatures, they chose to drink mine. The werewolf. The good guy. The one that fought with vampires against humans. The one that trusted the vampires. The one that got stabbed in the back by the vampires. The one that fought the vampires off afterwards. The one that lost. The one that was weak. The one that hid from vampires. The one who grew to start fearing the vampires. The one who couldn't control them self, and that vampires took advantage of.

I felt arms pick me up, but they were no longer warm and comforting, they were cold and dangerous. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything.

•••••

When I woke up, I was in a cold sweat and shaking. Horrible nightmares occurred in my sleep, people yelling and screaming. Loud bangs and shattering glass being heard all around me. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't sure if that was a dream. Furniture broken, glass and flowers on the floor. Blood on the bed and trailing down to the ground next to me. I struggled to get up, I felt light headed. I threw the covers off me and got up out of the bed and slowly walked over to the door, cautious of where I was stepping.

The room was spinning, it was beginning to get extremely hard to breathe.

I grasped the door's handle and turned it, but it wouldn't budge. They locked me in? I tried again and again and again, tears rushing down my face now.

I scanned the room for any other exits. I looked down at my hands to see them shaking uncontrollably. I brought my right hand up to scratch my neck, and when it made contact with it, I froze.

My eyes went huge, as if they were about to pop out of my head. My heart stopped. I couldn't move. The only thing I could move was my hand, and I brought it right in front of my face. Blood, all over it. I touched my neck again and could feel two bite marks. They were deep. I started to panic. I didn't know what to do. They bit me? No, no they couldn't have, Harry would've never allowed them to!

Thankfully I wasn't drained, otherwise I wouldn't have woken up. But, would I turn? No, I can't. I'll be fine.

I put pressure on my neck, in hopes of stopping the bleeding. I tried to scream for help, but all that came out was a crackle. I felt the walls closing in on me. I have to get out of here. I scurried over to the window, opening it with my now blood soaked hand. I swung my feet over the ledge and dropped down.

When my feet hit the ground I heard a loud snap coming from my left ankle, but there was no time to worry about that. I started running for the only place I could think of at the time. The prison.

I ran past all the trees Harry and I had walked past, all the same smells filling my nose that I had smelt that day. Then I reached it. The prison towering over all the trees, and a great big concrete wall blocking my way. Picking up speed, I attempted to jump over it. And fortunately, I made it over.

I came up to two gigantic doors, granting access into this prison, but they were both locked tight. I stopped in front of them looking at all my surroundings, trying to find a way in. There was nothing.

"Ahh shit!" I cursed kicking a rock causing it to go flying into the right door making a chip of wood fall off. This caught my attention. I knelt down to where the hole was and toor off more wood. It's rotten! I can easily tear threw this!

I grabbed as much wood as I could from the hole and ripped it off. A bunch of bugs came running out and up my arm. I jumped up and shook them off trying not to scream. Bugs terrify me. I didn't want this to happen again so I started kicking at the hole. Finally it was big enough for me to fit through. I carefully stepped inside, only to be encountered by complete darkness. Even for a werewolf it was dark, and my vision's better then most! I looked around for any source of light, but saw nothing. I sighed and sat down on the ground, wondering what the hell I was going to do.

Footsteps. I heard footsteps.

"So should we go out and look for more?"

Shit. People.

"Yeah, we have to find more, who knows how many are still out there."

Two men were speaking, and their voices echoed throughout the hallways.

"Yeah, we have to find more, who knows how many are still out there." What were these men talking about? Who are they and what are they doing in here?

"Who are you?" I shot my head in the direction of where two tall men were standing. Shit.

"Well, speak up girl tell us your name!" The other said.

I stayed still, not daring to move. But that voice, where have I heard it from?

The two men took a couple steps forward coming out of the shadows revealing their faces, and I couldn't believe it. One of these men, was my brother Troy.