Mediator

Chapter 12.

Chapter 12.

I came back exhausted to my house, just wanting to sleep. But my parents had been worried sick about me, hearing about the death and everything and thought the girl that died was me. So, I was pretty tired when I reached my bedroom after a really long lecture about staying out late.

I climbed each stair with heaviness, just wanting to feel the softness and warmth of my sheets and the aroma of vanilla. I opened my door, not even bothering to change out of my clothes, but something that was there made me stand absolutely still as I could feel the blood in my body suddenly turning icy cold.

My mind was a blur when could only concentrate on what was ahead of me. I blinked to make sure this wasn't a nightmare. Because ahead of me, my room had been trashed and the wallpaper torn apart.

But on the wall from which the paper had been torn, words written in blood red were dripping.

We will find you Katherine.

Too shocked to switch on the lights, I walked slowly and carefully towards the wall and traced the words. The same exact words which had been whispered to me while I ran away from Zayn and the other guy. I blinked fervently, my breathing shallow.

How did my parents not hear the noise which this would have obviously created?

Unless, they were paranormal.

My window suddenly opened up and cold breeze blew in making my hair fly. The sleep disappeared and I knew what I had to do.

I had to find someone who would tell me the truth.

And I knew exactly who to ask.

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I looked around the hallway, as I searched through the house. He was somewhere in this house only but the problem was the place was practically a mansion with at least 20 rooms, so it was hard to say where he could be.

But I could feel traces of his presence around here. He was practically a ghost and I could zone in on where he is. But the hard part is, he is actually really hard to spot. It's like he knows, but doesn't want to be found.

I stopped at a room, where I heard a noise. It sounded like something fell down. I opened the door, only to find nothing. There was a single bed, with a closet and a dressing table with a huge mirror. That's odd, I don't remember my parents redesigning this room.

I walked inside, and the door behind me shut close with a slam. Looking back, I just hoped my parents didn't hear anything. I turn my head back ahead and screamed.

"You jerk!" I screamed at Harry, who laughing his ass out after seeing my horrified expression.

"That really wasn't necessary," I narrowed my eyes at him.

Eventually, he stopped laughing, but the grin on his face was clear. I had to admit he looked really cute while doing that with his hair all disheveled-

I'm getting off topic. God I had to stop checking him out.

"How did you find me?" He cocked his head to the side, looking adorable.

I shrugged. "I have my ways."

He laughed and it felt like it was the most wonderful sound in the world. His laugh was infectious, making me smile too.

"What did you come here for though?" Harry asked again, as he swiftly went and sat on the bed.

"I came here to ask you some things," I said, going closer to him.

"Go on."

I thought over which questions to ask him first.

"Did you see what happened to my room?" I asked him carefully, not wanting to chase him away.

Harry shrugged. "Heard it, saw it."

"So? Who did it?"

"Liam's coven."

"Who or what is Liam's coven?" I asked.

He looked closely at my face as though hunting for an expression. He got up and came so close that our faces were inches apart. My breath hitched as I stared into his deep emerald like eyes, getting mesmerised.

He inched even closer and whispered,"Do you believe in other paranormal creatures other than ghosts?"

My eyes widened as my doubts disappeared. I knew it! Zayn and other guy were vampires!

"So vampires do actually exist?" I asked.

Harry shrugged, backing away from me. "Liam's coven is a pack of closely knit vampires who should not be messed with. Liam is the leader. They have been living for centuries and are very powerful. But in some cases, they do fear some people too. And that fear can be turned into vengeance also."

He paused staring at me. "But your case is very different."

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. "I'm I threat?"

"Maybe. But your case is more about," He said, thinking carefully. "Revenge."

"Revenge?"

"You should ask your little friend about that," He smirked, as though he knew something I didn't.

And that was one look I had been very used to getting.

I thought over, thinking what to ask somewhat related. Hey, maybe he might know that other guy.

"Do you know this person? Really tall, kind of having a buzz cut, brown eyes, sturdy built who had that aura of authority around him? I think he belonged to Liam's coven."

Harry stopped staring at his knuckled and looked at me carefully as though bracing me for the next answer.

"He was Liam, Jean."

My head began to spin and I walked towards the bed to steady myself.

I became thankful that I managed to survive that. I wanted to know more, but I had already asked so many. Maybe just one more. It had been lurking in my mind for so long. I had to know the answer to that desperately. Now or never.

"Who was Katherine?" I said it fast, not beating around the bush.

Harry tensed up, the playfulness and grin disappearing. His expression turned grim and his eyes hard. He came up close and spat angrily.

"You want to know who was Katherine? She was a back stabbing bitch who liked to toy with people's emotions. She charmed people with her beauty but was a devil inside who broke people hearts. She was hated by everyone. The deepest part of hell was reserved for her."

"Oh no, it wasn't just everyone who got pissed off by Katherine, trust me," He snarled, stressing on everyone. He laughed in a sinister manner and I was getting creeped out.

"So, if I was you, I would watch my back," Harry said, turning around.

"And," He said, before vanishing into complete darkness.

"She was your ancestor. She was you."

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