The Vampire Is A Call Boy (Harry Styles)

Prologue

Prologue- Harry Style's POV

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I sheeply smile as the blood drools from my face to her neck. Her face was pale, heck almost pale as mine.

Went too far this time Harry. The voice mumbles in my head.

Shaking off the voice and taking deep breaths of the blood scent, I pull over the covers.

"Shit!" I hissed, blood all dripping from my body and face.

Sprinting with my speed to the bathroom, I take the nearest towel to my left and rub it on me.

8:42.

Quickly I ran back to the girl's room and put on my black leather jacket and baggy jeans, wearing it low so you can see the V lines.

8:45.

Without looking back, I collect my check on the table and walk to the exist.

8:50.

"I can do this. Just one more client for tonight." I mumble, with incredible running speed, run to the block across.

8:55.

Come on. The devil voice speaks. Faster.

My vision is blurry. Everything is double. But I must run.

Breathing heavily, one more. Just one more for tonight.

My hands reach to the door bell. Finally.

8:59.

"Is this...?" A girl in her mid twenties opens the door.

Putting on my act, I bow like a gentlemen while smirking, "call boy at your service."

9:00. Let's get started.