Twisted Hopus Story

Wake Up, Wake Up, It's Time to PLAY

(Harry's P.O.V.)

I slipped silently into the room, a small smirk falling across my lips as I gazed over to the stirring lump within the large bed.

I could see him sleeping silently in his bed, no worry on his face, no fear in his late night dreams... oh what a fool. He had no idea what would be awaiting him once he awakened... I could almost guarantee this would be his last peaceful night...

I slowly reached my hand out towards his neck, the veins luring me closer, just begging to be burst... but no. Not tonight. I drew it back, clasping it slightly as my darkened eyes stared irritably at him, his thumping heart irritating by simply beating. I would kill him now... and yet I considered it to be somewhat... a waste. Underwhelming.

I had been waiting for his death for so long; I would not waste it with my selfish desire for his blood or the luring scent of his unshed blood...

No. I would wait for the perfect time to strike. One that would count. I had not waited this many years to just crack his neck like cheap crockery in the night... oh no. I was going to take my sweet time with his demise, make him remember every last second- each needle threading through his thin skin, each dagger etching such wonderful pictures into his flesh...

A grin spread across my face, the stitches that out lined my ripped lips extending it to the tips of my cheekbones in a gruesome grin. I leaned in close, until I could smell his cheap cologne... hear the light pump of his fragile heart, my better judgement just begging for it to stop. I placed my lips near his ear.

"Wake up, wake up, it's time to PLAY!" I whispered, chuckling to myself as I slipped quickly across the floor and out the window, daring a glance to see his bewildered face; just in time for him to wake up...