It was the end of December in New York. The time of year when the leaves burn out in their last blaze of glory. When the winter chill first hits the air. I dreamt of the devil that night instead of Harry. He played a Blues song and handed me the guitar. I plucked the first note and flames spewed across my fingers. As I woke screaming I could still hear the notes, smell the sulfur and see the Devil laughing. That was the same day I got the postcard... The day I left for Him.
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Ok, so a lot of you have been saying it's gonna take a long time before the first chapter, so I posted this little paragraph of the first chapter to show you all that I am continuing this story.
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HIM (Mature ➳ H.S AU)
FanfictionThat fear you hold so deep within, he can sense it. That fear keeps him interested. Now he is close to you my dear, now he is close. Your panic is his entertainment. He craves you. You may choose to hide or fight, if you fight, you will lose. If you...
