Are You Afraid? (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 32

**Jade's POV**

As we walked out the door, I couldn't help but stare at the back of Harry. His back was the only thing facing me, so that's why. I couldn't help but think how someone could be so genuine and caring one minute, and then possessive and controlling, a demanding nature. Harry stopped unanticipated, me almost bumping into him. He looked back at me. I probably had a confused look on my face. I know I did, because that is what I was. Confused. He suddenly bent over. I sighed, knowing what that meant. I had to climb on. I jumped onto his back, before holding onto him tightly. He held onto me under my caffs, and then we were off. He was going at a tremendous speed, me closing my eyes. I liked the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair, but I also could just get that with the windows rolled down in the car; something I missed very much.

All of a sudden, we came to a halt. I opened my eyes looking around to see we were in a parking lot I've never seen before. I frowned my eyebrows, even though Harry couldn't really see me. Me still being on his back. He let go of me, making me act fast jumping off.

"Come on," He said motioning me to come near the cars.

"What?" I asked confused.

"We're going to act normal tonight," He said. We? I'm already normal, buddy, I thought.

I followed him not having another choice, really, until we reached a black Range Rover. Randomly Harry pulled out keys, and unlocked the door before getting in, signalling me to get in as well. I got in, and put on my seat belt. He mirrored my actions. He put the keys in the ignition, and started to drive. I looked out the window. No one could see on the other side, the windows tinted. I sighed. No one will find me... Today. 

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It was the same dream again... The same nightmare that I had not too long ago. Each time feeling more real, every second spending my time in this horrible dream. Feels so real, like it isn't really even a dream, at all. Everything's just the same as last time. I heard footsteps coming. Heavy footsteps. They kept coming closer and closer. I couldn't see anything. It was pitch darkness wherever I was. I felt My hands were tight together, same as my ankles. My forehead and eyes had something covering them. Something was over my mouth as well, muffling coming out my mouth whenever I tried to speak. I was trying to crawl back, struggling each time I heard the sound of the footsteps getting louder. Coming closer. After a while, the footsteps stopped, as my back came in contact with something hard behind me. The wall. A light was turned on. The only reason how I know is I could see a fade light from the underneath of the cloth that was covering my eyes. Suddenly, I heard those same footsteps again. My heart started to thump against my chest, faster, faster, and faster by the second. I could sense the presence of someone in front of me, although the cloth was covering my eyes I knew someone was there. Another thing, the footsteps were directly in front of me, before coming to a complete stop. Suddenly, my forearms were grabbed in someone's tight grip, before my  feet were off the floor. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I felt someone's lips dangerously close to my ear.

"It's all your fault," his deep, husky voice rung through my ears. He pulled back before I heard a loud growl before a sharp, deep pain in the side of my neck. I screamed, which came out in muffles. The cloth over my eyes soaked from tears that were rapidly, falling down my face uncontrollably. My legs were kicking, my arms pacing back and forth but his strong hold kept them as still as he could. My whole body was squirming, moving as much as it possibly could trying to get away. The pain was increasing by the second, this man sucking all the blood from me. I could feel it being taken from my body, being drained away from my veins as he sucked, moaned. It was terrible. It was affrighting. I felt the pain slowing down, as my body became more and more weak. It becoming a struggle fighting back. My eyes were becoming droopy, my screaming fading into whimpers. Everything started to get fuzzy, although I couldn't see that much, anyway. Suddenly, the man stopped before setting me on the floor. He took pulled the tape from my mouth, before slowly pulling off the blind fold for me to see him, him revealing himself. Just as I was just about to completely be gone, I got a quick glimpse of him. It was very blurry, but then I recognized his features. They were very familiar. At first I knew who it was, but he looked different. By just a bit. He looked just like Zach, but yet he didn't. He looked a tad different. His piercing on his lip wasn't there, and I noticed in a flash that the mark on the top of his nose wasn't there. I know, I couldn't see well anyway, but I knew it wasn't there. It was pretty visible, I wouldn't be able to miss it. So I know I'm not crazy. But the thing that confused me the most is that his eyes, and the things sticking out from his mouth, and the liquid that was coming from them. Then it triggered. Whoever it was, was a vampire. Then, everything went black as the unknown man disappeared from my sight.