Subjected || Harry Styles [AU]

sixteen

H a r r y

The dinner party last night did not occur how I predicted. I presumed that there would be some hostility from some of the Lords due to the trial two months ago, yet I never expected for my conflict with the King to transpire.

I was constantly focused on protecting Anastasia, and I was using my powers to ensure her safety. I felt a weird aura when I entered the castle and I presumed that it was from Lord Zayn. I was wrong in that thought though, as when I saw him I merely felt my usual conformation that he meant no harm. My powers were never wrong and it confused me as to why I was sensing that something was up.

The King did nothing to halt my abilities and completely agreed that there were some wrongdoings occurring within the castle as he could sense it too. He was far more powerful than me so I abided to his judgements. Our conversation over my assumptions got fairly heated, which I probably why Anastasia then began to question me on our way home last night.

He also mentioned my work and the current cases with the murdered women, and he was pushing for answers. I was frustrated as he begged me for more information which I did not have. I still did not know who the murderer was, and I hated how hostile he was. He was behaving as if I was not doing my job properly or well enough and that angered me.

Casting my thoughts back to the evening, the moment I spotted my girl walking outside and onto that balcony, I immediately knew that Lord Zayn was following her. He had been watching her movement since we entered the grand hall and I knew that he was going to confront his demons. Us Lords all knew of his past, and I could faintly hear his conversation with Anastasia as it happened, although I was still uncertain of what was actually shared.

This is why I decided to pay him a visit today. I was going to merely clarify his actions and mistreatment towards my Anastasia. I did feel overprotective over her last night, which is probably why I let my instincts take over and attack her with affection. She did not seem to mind my actions.

She probably thought that jealousy smothered my thoughts yet that was not my reasoning at all. My caring nature over her merely took over in that moment and I needed to ensure her of where she belonged and felt truly safe. That was not in the arms of Lord Zayn.

Even though I knew everything surrounding his mistreatment of her during the two weeks before the trial, I have never sat down and spoken to Lord Zayn in depth about it all. I wanted and needed the clarification that I deserved, regardless as to whether it may lead to the snapping of his neck. Deep down, I know that we could both agree that that would be a suitable punishment.

It would be fairly out of character if I did conduct that behaviour. I rarely engaged in confrontation as I have no time for it. The majority of my years as a Vampire have been isolated and I have kept to myself, only engaging in brawls when they are fully needed. As the King's closest associate, he has ordered me to work on the sly at times, and I merely followed orders rather than being killed for a week.

I had decided to drive here on a whim so chose my old and trusted Range Rover to bring me here. Walter had the day off and I was not going to take that from him, he needed his family time and I would be evil not to reward him with it. When I reached his home, I locked the doors to my car behind me, and zoomed up the steps to Lord Zayn's home.

Knocking a few times, the door eventually opened and I was met with Lord Zayn clad in a brown suede suit. He nodded his head in greeting and then stepped aside to allow me inside. I followed behind him as he headed towards his study, which I had been in a few time before during meetings.

Once we were inside the dimply lit room, I sat in front of his desk as he took a seat upon the large black chair behind it. My powers had been pulsing all day and my stomach was currently churning. I knew that it had nothing to do with the presence of Lord Zayn, but merely the discovery that something bad was about to happen. It was frustrating me beyond belief that I had no idea what it was.