I BITE(Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 1- Caught

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       CHAPTER I - CAUGHT

  When I was five, my mother told me not to go outside. She said there was unspeakable evil lurking beyond the walls of our home that seeked to harm me. She said if I was ever caught, I must hide my “gift" and never use it for evil; the faith of the world depended on me keeping my "gift" a secret. I never understood then and I certainly didn't understand now.

Why had my loving, overprotective mother left me in the care of a heartless man; our king...the king.

The thing I hated the most in this unforgiving world was that overbearing, demanding, control freak: king Harry.

The man was positively evil!

He won't let me out of the castle; he watches my every move like a freaking stalker and he ruined my love life! Not to mention he cut me off from my friends, took away my teleporting device and blocked my credit chip!

That man needs to have some respect for the life of others, i.e. mine. Because he's king he thinks he can get away with verbally harassing me and controlling my life!

Well I'm done! I'm surely going to give him an ear full today.

He usually ignores me when I'm giving him a piece of my mind but I won't let him off easy this time.

I drew in a deep breath and puff up my chest in confidence.
I'm going to give that bastard a bigger piece of my mind and he would have to listen. I told myself.

The guard's grimy, sweaty fist tightened ever so slightly on my arm as he dragged me unceremoniously down the polished floor of the palace foyer. I tried to pull his, unquestionably bacteria infested paws, off me and tripped.

The floor was too  blasted shiny and Harry seriously needed to tell his guard to invest in deodorant! The stench the baboon beside me emanated, was suffocating. The man spelled like a pig and he sweats like one too.

Our foot steps echoed off the walls, disturbing the silence of the south wing.  My heart rate was accelerating with anxiety- not because of me being forced to rapidly move  or because I'm seething with anger - no, it was because I knew I was being lead to the devil's lair. Okay so maybe I'm being a bit dramatic but the man's office did resemble a lair with Its dark eery vibe: old thick, dark drapes, tuns of old dusty books and ancient-looking photos of people in weird clothes. The brute's office creeped the daylights out of me but right now that was at the back of my mind.
Heaven knows what punishment I'll received for the stunt I pulled this time.

We passed the servants staircase where my personal help, and best friend, stood watching the monstrosity of a man drag me like a donkey pulling a cart. 

Felicia, my best friend, was the only light I had in this godforsaken place. She made the palace a lot less dismal with her quirky nature and she was the only one who went out of her way to speak to me.

After king Harry restricted any communication between the help and I, they all feared speaking to me, except Felicia of course.

I mouthed a “thank you" and she nodded slightly in acknowledgment as I passed, making sure the guard didn't see our exchange.

She had helped me in another one of my plans, risking  her job and possibly her life- ignoring my protests for her not to. You couldn't get a better friend than that.

   We finally arrived in front of the tall hardwood door of his office and the guard spoke, “I got the girl sire," His gritty voice bounced off the bare walls of the hallway.