The Girl From My Past {h.s. au} #wattys2018

Chapter 33

Word count: 1169
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ROSE'S POV

I woke up leaning against a stone wall. My eyes were heavy as I struggled to keep them open.

Rubbing the back of my head, I sat up straight. My bloodshot eyes windened and raced around my surroundings frantically.

I was in a room that resembled almost a cave attire. The space around me was lit up by an orange glow from somewhere beyond my sight.

I shakily stood to my feet, gripping the wall for support. I rubbed my temples aggressively, trying to remember what happened and where I was.

My legs began moving without my consent. I walked over the dirt and gravel, allowing my feet to stumble off somewhere.

I gripped onto the wall, trying to keep myself from leaving. What was happening to me?

I yelped as my hands slipped and i kept making my way through the cave. In the distance, I could make out a chair.

My mind told me to ask who was there but I couldn't even open my own mouth. I no longer had control of my body.

I slowly made my way around the chair. My eyes flickered to the person sitting in it and I wanted to run away, but I couldn't.

"Don't be afraid, Rose. You're only under my control." He smirked down at me, making my eyebrows furrow.

"You may speak, Rose." With a careless wave of his hand, I gained my ability to talk again.

"Why are you doing this? Where am I?" I shouted at him, wanting to lunge towards him but stayed planted to the floor.

He pulled himself up out of his chair, rubbing his chin as he circled around me. "You know why. Your soul belongs to me now. I gave you the chance to get it back but you gave it to Edward. You chose your fate."

"Where are we, Luci?" I spat out between cleanched teeth, staring daggers at him.

He froze, turning his head to stare back at me. He cracked a small smile and tilted his head to the side. "We are in hell, Rose. Welcome home."

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THIRD PERSON POV

Harry and his friends frantically ran around the house, preparing for another ritual.

This was going to be dangerous. But they were all willing to do it. Niall put Darcy and Edward downstairs to play.

Harry raked a shaky hand through his hair, sighing through his nose. He watched Louis pull out a rolled up piece of cloth.

When he carefully unraveled the delicate tan material, it revealed a variety of knives.

Harry raised his eyebrows at him, making his shoulders slump. "This time it requires all of our blood."

He choked down a sob, resting his head in his hands. Louis slid next to him, wrapping an arm around his friend.

"It's going to be okay, Haz. We're going to get her back. We've done it before, an-"

"No, Lou. We don't know if we can get her back." Harry's eyes filled with tears, his nose stained bright red.

"All ready to go?" Niall sprinted into the room with Edna's spell book. Louis raised an eyebrow at him, only earning a small shrug in return.