Midnight Memories (Larry Stylinson AU Vampire)

Midnight Memories (Larry Stylinson AU Vampire)

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He held the stake above my head ready to end my life. I closed my eyes ready for the rest of the world to be shut out, for my heart to stop. The sound of our rapid tired breathing to come to an end. But as I wait with my eyes closed shut it never comes. I hear him drop the stake and I open my eyes. The blood on his left eyebrow from our fight drips onto my upper lip and he just stares at me. I try to fight the urge not to lick the blood from my lip, but decide agaisnt it being that he was going to kill me seconds ago. The taste is sweet and salty and I can tell it was mixed in with his sweat. I flick my tongue over my fangs and the boy lets out a shaky breath before collapsing on top of me. It's silent for a while, his body on mine, the taste of his blood still lingering in my mouth. The boy raises from on top of me sitting on my lap and stares intently at me; confusion clear in his eyes. He grabs his stake and gets up and leaves; running.
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"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

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