Bitten (Harry Styles Vampire Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: The Familiar boy

I'm sorry Harry...

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Everything seems odd. I feel odd but I feel the cold sheets beneath me. I clench the fabric feeling the pressure between my fingers. Where am I?

I slowly open my eyes to see a fireplace lit by burning embers. The room I appeared to have woken up from was also lit and at the foot of this long couch I lay upon, stands a tall wide mirror. I check myself, I am wearing a black dress, for what? I cannot remember anything. I sit up from my lying position and straighten myself. I look around me, to realize I am alone in this huge room. Why am I here exactly? I stand and look for clues that may help me regain my memory.

I walk on the velvet mat. I don't know the reason why, but I inspect the palm of my foot automatically. It seems to be so pale, besides that, nothings seems unordinary. I approach the wide mirror watching my own reflection. Theres something about my appearance that has changed. My hair seemed a glorious golden brown, waves thicker, my eyes produce a color of reddish brown, my whole skin had become pale. What is the reason behind all of this? Have I been involved in an accident that made me forget the recent events? I am so confused. I decide to explore more hoping to uncover more answers. But as I turn behind me, there stood a tall young man. His eyes were emerald green glistening, he had brown lightly-curled hair slicked backward revealing his striking jaw-line.

"I see you're already awake, my dear." He gently pushes my hair behind me. His touch is familiar and I am mesmerized by his eyes, that I cannot let out a word. Who is this beautiful man infront of me? Was he my saviour? These questions could not be heard because I dare not to ask. I am hypnotized.

He leads me to a seat near the fireplace. Alone, my hand is cold, but when he held it, I felt warmth. His has an effect on me, but how?

He hands me a glass of red liquid, that smells so delicious. I sip a bit and it tastes so sweet and so pure. I finish the glass in one gulp and hear the boy laugh by my actions.

"Your first glass of pure blood. Your paleness will fade and you will recover your color in a while." His eyes leave mine as he turns to look at the embers still fighting to produce a small amount of light and heat. I felt control over myself again and got the courage to ask,

"Who are you and why am I here? And why did you let me drink blood?".

"You have just woken up. Too much information will lead to a headache." He replies in a lax manner, not bothering to look at me. But I wanted answers, and I wanted them now. I can no longer stand this, I am already confused not knowing the purpose of my presence here.

"You want answers?" He asks as if he read my mind. He had a serious tone that made me stiffen due to cautiousness.

"Y-yes, please." I stutter, pleading. He looked at me for a minute, examining my expression. He sighed and sipped his glass of pure blood, as he calls it.

"Look in the mirrow and scan your teeth. I want you to discover the answer on your own." He turns away from me, approaches the fireplace, adding more wood and building more fire, leaving me confused.

"Go on." He reminds me. Should I? Yes, you asked for this. Look in the mirror. I stand up with hesitation. I slowly look into the mirror and as he said, I gained color. I looked more normal now. I smiled to myself, teeth showing and started scanning. My eyes widened to find fangs. Am I a monster?! Why do I have fangs? What is the meaning of all of this? I gasp at my discovery. My head started to hurt all of a sudden, my vision flashed black and white. I grasp the sides of my temple, not being able to handle the pain anymore, I fell on my knees, what is happening to me? I hear the boy stand from his seat, the cold wood scratching the floor.