Little Red (Styles-A.U)

Chapter 3

I am so sorry really there are no excuses but I am sorry but it's here know!! :D

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I stare at his beautiful green eyes and start to stand up. Because of the infection and the fever I become extremely dizzy. I lean against the wall and close my eyes trying to get rid of the dizzy spell. I feel arms lift me up so they're carrying me bridal style. I look up to see the alpha carrying me up the stairs.

"Get Louis." He demands.

I look behind him to see Niall and Zayn. Zayn leaves to go get this Louis guy and Niall stays behind.

"What happened to her?" His voice is calm but you can tell he is fuming.

"This is Little Red. She's the famous hunter that people keep talking about." I'm surprised that he can act so calm.

I close my eyes for a second then feel something soft under me. I open them again to see the alpha lifting my shirt up. I use all of my strength to slap his hands away and roll off the bed when I landed on the ground I push off with all my strength and bolting for the door. Two arms wrap around my waist and pull me back.

"Calm down. I have to check your shoulder." The husky British accent, tells me. His voice sends shivers down my spine and instantly calms me. I slump against his arms and close my eyes feeling sleep take over me. "Hey, no. Stay awake. Come on." He shakes me lightly. "I got to take a look at your shoulder, love. Do you mind me taking your shirt off?"

I think for a second then nod. It hurts so bad but I don't let it on. Showing weakness is not acceptable. He slowly peals my shirt away. I hear him hiss as he inspects my shoulder.

"Damn, where's Louis?" He yells.

"I'm here, mate. Relax." Another British guy.

"What's with all you Brits?" I ask in rough voice.

"Damn, what happen to her?" He asks. I look at him and he is extremely handsome too. He has little brown hair and blue eyes. His hair is in all different directions. He comes closer and sits down on the other side of me.

"Well it's infected." He says.

I look at him like he's stupid. "I could have told you that. It has puss and I have a fever, also there's a chunk of skin missing from my shoulder." I raise my voice at the end. My head falls back down on the pillow completely drained.

"Look I can give her some antibiotics but there isn't much else I can do." He puts a needle in my arm and I grab his wrist out of reflects but immediately let go when pain shoots up and down my arm. I groan and lean back down.

I feel myself slipping out of consciousness. Soon I fall asleep with the pain decreasing in my shoulder.

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I'm back in the cell with the guys who killed my mom.

"Let's have a little fun." The man with red eyes says with a sinister smile. He takes the knife out and rips my shirt open. "Now remember if you scream the deeper the cut goes."

This has been happening for, I think, a week. They would come in test my tolerance and if I scream once the deeper the cuts go. As soon as they're done they feed me some vampire blood to heal me and start the process all over again. Some days they would change it up a bit and choke me to the point of passing out.

Karl, the red eyed werewolf, craved my back up and it was the worst pain imaginable. But I wouldn't scream. Ever. I figured out that the werewolves with red eyes are wolves that have killed their own kind for fun, making them have an extreme bloodlust, hence the red eyes. He makes a cut from my shoulder all the way down and I couldn't help it I screamed, very loudly. He cut very deeply and left me there in pain. That night, when I thought he would feed me vampire blood, he just laughed at me.