Never Alone. H.s.au ~on hold~

Ch.8 protect

Those moments, where you just want to forget everything and hoping to start it all over again, like you want to be born again and just be the new shiny person in this world. Be innocent again.

It's crazy how you see everything flashes before your eyes, seeing the bad and good. But never knowing how to erase it, it's already been done.

That's how I felt in the very moment. Seeing my past, from the moment I became conscious, to the moment of me visiting Harry's sister,Gemma.

I fiddled with my fingers, sitting anxiously in the comfy living room at eight in the morning. I tried to calm my aching nerves, but it somehow got stronger and stronger by each painfully passing minute.

It was nerves wrecking waiting for the one you love to come back safely and without a scratch.

I knew it was coming, I just knew it.

Harry was lying to me, he said that he and Gemma were the only vampires in the world, but he didn't mention the royal family of all vampires, he didn't want to scare me. Which was frustrating. How can you lie to the one you love? As in intention of being mean or protect?

I never knew, but my conscious tells me that he wanted to protect me.

Harry and Gemma went to talk to the royal family, there was fifty percent of them coming back safely, but then there is the other fifty percent of not seeing them again, never.

I tried to register what all they said to me, but I was in a shock. I have been sitting on this chair for too long, without any sleeping just staring at nothing.

But in the middle of nowhere, a soft knock rang through the empty house.

I just stared at the door, afraid to do anything.

"Do not open the door for anyone." Harry's words rang through my ears, before he left he instructed me.

"Miss Layla Brooke. This is Alford speaking, I came from the royal family, please may you open the door." A soft ringing voice danced out from he door.

I had two voices fighting in my head, one which was Harry's, saying to not answer the door. And the other which was mine, saying that I have to open the door, since it's from the royals.

I hesitantly, stood from my spot and jogged to the door, taking a deep sigh before opening the door slowly.

The person in front of me was beyond flawless, perfect pale skin, blue ocean eyes with dark hair to his shoulders. The emotions on his face were freezing, like a marbled stone.

But not like Harry's pale skin, not like his warm green eyes, and defiantly not like his brown chocolate curls.

Harry was just perfect, completely you'd perfect. But vampires resembled the image of perfections and that's why the middle aged man, scary but yet perfect.

I wished, that I could see harry, Gemma too. But I hoped That they would at least be standing by my side now. Protecting and loving me.

"Miss Layla, would you give us all the honor to join me, and come with me to the royalties, your family is waiting there."
His cold blue eyes held no emotions as he spoke the words.

I should have said no, I should have said back off, or screamed. But I hadn't got much choice, and I had to go with him, when he spoke the word family to me, my mind told me that I would meet my parents, and I would see then for the first time, and I was eager to meet them.

So I was waiting patently, in the big empty halls of an old building in the middle of nowhere. Fiddling with the hem of my shirt anxious of what coming next.

"You may now enter." A voice, which startled me spoke. I raised my head to this Alford named man, and nodded as I followed him.

He wasn't lying and I knew it.

The room that I entered, was like the rooms in Greek, wide and open, and the columns standing there holding the ceiling which was way too far from usual.

But my vision focused on something else, him.

Harry stood in the middle of the room, looking at me with wild eyes and emotionless face. I was afraid, maybe he is mad at me for coming along. But I had to anyway.

"Is it true?" A voice which didn't belonged to Alford, but the one who was sitting on the big comfortable chair, looking as stone as ever.

"Huh?" I wasn't sure from what he was talking about, I don't know what he was referring. But I knew that harry told him something to cover me up from death, protection.

"See, your little friend here, or shall I call, husband. Just told me that you got married. So it's true then?"

His brown eyes searched into mine as I tried to glance at harry, trying to reading what his eyes told. He looked at me shamelessly and coldly.

I nodded.

The vampire who asked the question laughed while clapping his both hands, making loud noise in the room.

Alford was clenching his jaws, and I saw two females eyeing me in disgust while looking at harry with weary eyes. They were perfect, the two were both blondes and had blue eyes, tall and looking very strong, I was too jealous, but I was wary from my actions.

"Well, I just wanted to say congratulations, you both may leave."

I was surprised, beyond amused. I though that this would take the whole day, making questions and answering them carefully, trying to say the right words or there is no tomorrow, but it was easy.

Hours passed, until they aloud us to leave the building, harry was at my left looking angry, and Gemma looking beautiful as ever but emotionless.

When we all entered Harry's house, I lost it.

I fell to the ground covering my face, shaking with fear and sobbing loudly as ever. My mind overpasses the shock and just let me fall and break.

Instantly, cold hands grabbed my shoulders, and somehow left softly from the ground and in a bridal way, it was harry. And I never held someone so tight as right now.

In a second, I was put on a soft mattress. As my body shevired from tiredness.

"I am sorry." I mumbled, a sob followed.

"Don't apologies, I am the one who supposed to apologies. I am sorry."

"Are they coming, or are we going there again?" I sobbed, shakily hiding my face in Harry's chest as he laid with me.

"I don't know. But possibly not. I hope not."

I wanted to talk about everything, but sleep took me fast and I was in a minute sleeping in Harry's arms.