Hide & Clap (Harry Styles)

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

"Eat." He stated, throwing a piece of raw meat in front of me; as if I was an animal inside a cage that has to be fed by the owner.

"I. I don't—I don't eat raw meat." I murmured, averting my gaze down to my thighs since I had been sitting on the dirt.

He chuckled, finding it unbelievable that I had refused his own kind of food. "Then don't eat," He shrugged, taking the meat away.

I'm really not hungry anyway.

After he had horridly eaten the meat, he smirked. Turning his gaze to my direction. "You need an extra pantie napkin, Paige." He said with amusement.

I looked at him, tilting my head and narrowing my eyebrows slightly in confusion as his eyes trailed down to my filthy shorts. I, too, did the same.

Why the fuck do I even need an extra—

My eyes widened as my lips parted in shock. "Shit," I whispered. It has a little drop of blood in the middle of my shorts.

"It smells. . ." He spoke as he went towards me in one swift move. His breath fanning the side of my neck, as my body froze in fright. I never knew he could move that fast, though. He hummed in amusement as he continued his sentence. "Amazing." He said in a seductive tone.

How in the world could he smell my period in an amazing way?

"I need you, baby." He hummed in my neck, his hot breath fanning my earlobe. "I need your fresh, pure, blood." He whispered.

       It had made me gasp loudly. The fact that he had just eaten raw meat in front of me, the fact that he has blood all over his face, the fact that he's living inside a cave, and the fact that he needs my blood had made my mind explode with millions of unanswered questions. All I could manage to ask was, "What are you?"

He chuckled, rubbing my bare thigh with his cold hand. "I'm everything!" He exclaimed with enthusiasm.

"Everything?" I whispered. My body shivering in cold, and deep fear.

"I'm a creature on every nightmare you could think of, love." He said. I wasn't very sure nor convinced with his choice of words. I didn't know if I could believe him or not because ever since I was a child, I had never encountered seeing ghosts or monsters. But seeing and hearing this from a handsome guy like him, (or I thought he is) had made my imaginations go way beyond its limit.

"I've been watching you ever since you were a little kid, Paige." He sighed, resting his back against the cold cave wall.

Watching me ever since I was a little kid?

"How could you—"

"I hadn't aged a bit when I started working for the others, Paige." He said with an evil grin. I stared at him, wanting him to continue. "When you moved here, I had never stopped watching you." He said.

"You kept playing here in the woods. . ." He whispers, "Where I belong."

I really do want to run away from here and escape. I want to find my mother and my father, and tell them that I'm alright. But I have to think of a plan. A last-minute plan.

"If you're thinking about running away, I suggest you put that thought away." He chuckled.

How the hell could he—

"I can read your little shitty thoughts, baby. And you're thinking about escaping this hellhole. Which is a bad idea." He said.

"I want to go home." I stated, clenching my fists in anger.

"You are home." He declared, softly laughing as I had quickly stood and ran towards to the exit of the cave.

I could hear sketchy whispers, but I chose to ignore it. All I could think of was home, my best friend, and my parents. But as I had neared the exit, I had felt my vision going dark. I couldn't see anything anymore.

I stopped running, breathing nervously as I had glanced on my sides, searching for a little light. But suddenly, I had felt a very large hand slapping my face. Making me fall down on the dirt as I growled in pain. It wasn't a slap. It was like a punch on the face with a metal chair.

The next thing I had felt, was my stomach aching every second. As if someone was kicking me right through my body. I still couldn't see anything.

And it was terrifying.

I heard a yell from afar, approaching closer to my direction. "Are you crazy?! You're killing the shit out of her! " He yelled as I screamed in pain.

But when I had felt two cold; yet strong arms carrying me, the pain instantly stopped.

"You can't fucking hurt someone like her, you know?! You need her as much as you need me, you piece of shit." He mumbled the last parts. Who the fuck was he talking to?

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I know it took so long! But I'll update sooooon!! :D