Rebecca POV
“No..no, please..” I begged, the tears burning my skin.
He smirked and raised the wood on top of his head before he slammed it against my back, making my chest to collide with the ground. The pain in my back became worse and I could feel my leg getting numb, slowly and painfuly.
“Please!” I screamed when he slammed my back again, this time with more force.
My head was hitting the ground, my tears were running uncontrolably down my cheeks, my hands were shaking and my voice was hoarse. He didn't seem to care, as he slammed my back again, this time I could feel the flesh on my back opening.
“No! I'm sorry!” I said through sobs, my hands trying to grab the wood from his hand but fail miserably.
“Shut up!” he shouted, his voice sounding much more deeper and scarier than ever before.
He slammed my back again, sending a strong jolt of pain wash through my entire body to the bones. I could feel the blood that was escaping the open wound on my back and leg, making it much worse.
“Please!” I cried, my eyes closing shut with each hit my back got from his violent actions.
It felt like he did it forever. I lost the count on how many times he hit me, each one hit was so painful and took a lot of power from my body. I couldn't even open my mouth to beg him once more. I only attempted to look at his black eyes with a pained look, asking him–no–beggining him to stop.
I saw a flash of softness move behind his dark eyes but then he smirked evily at me and shook his head, quietly throwing away my last chance of making him stop and denying my request.
I closed my eyes, waiting for another hit on the back that will make me scream again, but this time it didn't come. Because this time, he hit me on the back of my head, hard, making my face to hit the ground much harder and lose consciousness.
No Point of View
He seemed frozen as he watched the back of her head bleeding, her back and leg bleeding as well. He thought he killed her and a small part of him that started to grow at that moment send a huge wave of sadness and guilt wash through him.
“Oh no..” he whispered and kneeled down next to her unconsciouss body.
“What did I do?” he whispered, his hands reaching to touch her wound but they hesitant to do it.
“You did it, Harry.” the voice in his head laughed, causing Harry's body to shake.
“No, no, no.” he shook his head furiously as he leaned against the tree, his eyes never leaving the girl's face that seemed to have lost all it's colour.
“Don't feel pity. Laugh, Harry. Laugh!” the voice demanded, trying to take control.
“Why? Why should I laugh?” he asked, his voice small.
“Because you did it, curly boy. You killed her.”
“No!” Harry shouted, slamming his palms on the ground, causing the tree behind him to shake because of his unbelievable power.
“I didn't kill her! You did!” he yelled, a small hit of anger hitting him in the pit of his stomach.
“That's what we wanted, right?” the voice reminded.
“No! That's what you wanted! Get out of my head!” he demanded, shaking his head.
The voice inside his head laughed evily, slowly becoming louder and louder that seemed like it was echoing through the entire forest. Harry took a deep breath and rubbed his temples, tired and angry at the same time with himself. Or maybe...the other side of himself.
“Don't lie to yourself, Harry. You liked it, admit it.”
“Get out. Leave me alone.” Harry said through gritted teeth, his eyes still fixed on the girl.
“Harry–“
“Leave me alone, for fuck sake!” he snapped throwing his hands in the air, making the voice dissapear for a while from his head.
He pressed his lips in a tight line, the wave of guilt washing through his body and dangerously close to his heart. He sighed and placed his hand on the girl's waist, shifting her body and bringing her closer to him.
He felt a jolt of electricity through his hands as he touched her waist, making him quietly gasp at the sudden feeling that seemed to affect most of his body. He watched her closely, every inch of her powerless body, every curve that was shown under her blood soaked clothes.
“Oh my God..” he whispered as his hand ran soothingly down her back, his fingers gently touching the open wound.
Realization hit his brain, understanding what he just did. He could easily kill her and he was somehow afraid he did. A part of him was kinda glad he completed another murder, but another part of him was worried that he might did the wrong thing.
He brought her head on his lap and turned her body around gently, making her face him. He stared at her intensly, her parted swollen lips, her tears that were about to dry on her flushed cheeks, her messy dirty hair that fell on her forehead, her big eyelashes and her warm skin.
Her pained face said a lot of words, each one of them familiar yet unkown to Harry. He listened closely, his ears focused on only one thing; her beating heart.
“You're still alive..” he muttered, a ghost of a tiny smile forming on his lips.
He let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding. He pushed away a strand of hair that was falling on her face. He furrowed his brows in confusion, as he tried to understand what was going on with him. What was this girl doing to him.
Before he could get into deep thoughts, he pulled the small knife he always hides in his waistband and brought it in front of him. Without hesitation, he scratched his wrist, making the blood ran out by the second the knife touched his cold skin.
He shifted her body upwards with her head leaning against his arm. His face was close enough that he could see how much pain he caused to her. There was a knot in the pit of his stomach as the image of his hands slamming the wood on her back. He shook his head to throw away the image and pressed his wrist with the cut against her lips.
“I know you can't stand blood.” he murmured as he parted her lips with his wrist and let droplets of blood drop on her tongue. “But you have to drink.”
He pressed the wrist even closer so the blood could feel her mouth and she would swallow it down. He let out another sigh and pulled his wrist away from her mouth, his cut emmidiately healing without doing nothing, as his system was now like that, taking control over his head and soul. Nothing seemed to hurt him, phisically.
“You're not going to die..” he whispered and looked at the river.
“She will, Harry.” the voice appeared in his head.
“Not yet.” he said, his eyes landing on her face again.
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Rebecca POV
Scared. I was so scared to open my eyes and look around. I was so scared to open my mouth and ask for help. I was so scared to even listen what's happening around me.
Slowly and hesitentaly, I opened my eyes and looked around to see that it was already dark, the sun had dissapeared and the only source of light was the bonfire I was lying next to. A frown appeared on my face as I felt the warmth from the fire hitting my skin, trying to understand what is going on.
I was scared to shift my body but I did it anyways, using all my power and strength but it was pointless, since I didn't feel even slightly pained by my movements. I furrowed my brows and sat up, my eyes landing on the tree he was always sitting by, to find it empty.
My hands travelled behind my back, to find nothing but my skin just like it was before he hit me. I furrowed my brows and my touched the back of my head, to find nothing but dirty messy hair, not even a wound.
“You woke up.” I hear his voice from behind me and jump, turning around in my seat to face him.
He's leaning against another tree with his arms crossed over his chest, a small frown on his face. My heart pounded faster in my chest because of fear. I gulped and moved backwards, trying to keep distance between us.
“You can't go far, you know.” he said calmly, making me stop my tracks.
“Why don't I have wounds?” I asked, my lower lip trembling uncontrolably.
“My blood.” he answered and a disgusting grimace appeared on my face.
The thought of drinking blood, again, especially his blood that's now running in my vains made me disgusted. I felt as if the warm liquid ran down my throat when he said the words, causing my insides twisted and I leaned in, letting everything out.
“Oh, come ooon.” he whined, making me feel a little frustrated.
I stood up slowly and headed towards the river, only to be blocked from his body that came like a flash in front of mine, staring with a questioning look.
“Where you think you're going?” he asked slowly, a hint of sarcasm hidden behind his voice.
“C-clean myself.” I stammered, scared of his answer.
“Hmm.” he hummed, thinking of my answer.
He held my gaze a little longer before he surprisingly steped to the side, letting me walk further. I gulped and walked past him, feeling his eyes burning the back of my head.
I kneeled down and filled my hands with water before splashing the water on my face. I was so scared to pull my hands away and look down at the water, in case he was standing behind me, ready to dig my head into the water just like the last time.
Relief cursed my body when I pulled my hands away and saw only my reflection in the water. I looked at my face closely, how powerless it looked. I had black circles under my eyes, my eyebrow was cut and I had a small bruise on my left cheekbone.
“Here,” he said and I turned my head to see him trowing an apple at me.
I grabbed the last second before it fell on the ground and looked at it with a small frown on my face. I had to eat for 2 days, my stomach was grumbling like crazy. I took a bite and quickly swallowed it down, my stomach asking more and more.
Now he's feeding me? I thought. He hit me so many times, he caused so much pain to me..and now he gives me food? He's so weird and unpredictable. I was so scared of him that I didn't even dare to look up at him when he walked towards me and stood right in front of me.
“We're leaving tomorrow early.” he informed in a low voice and my heart stopped.
What? What does he mean we're leaving? Where is he taking me? Why is he torturing me like that?
“Stop questioning yourself when you won't get an answer.” he suddenly snapped and my eyes looked up at him shocked.
How did he know what I was thinking?
He smirked and cocked a brow, challenging me to say something. I gulped and nodded, my heart breaking for not being brave enough to talk.
“Sleep.” he said and went like a flash closer to the fire.
I sucked in a breath and looked at his back that was facing me. He sat down next to the fire and grabbed a rock from the ground, sending a jolt of fear through my body. I held my breath, ready for him to turn around and hit me with it again, my heart breaking at the thought, but it was somehow thrown away when he threw the rock away, his muscles on his arms tensing and the helm of his shirt pulling up a little, exposing the skin and the dimples in his back at the bottom of his spine.
I ate quickly my apple and threw what was left away, stood up and walked back to the tree I was thrown some hours ago. The memory of him slamming my back with the wood flashed behind my eyes and brought tears in my eyes, but I somehow managed to swallow them down.
I sucked in a breath when I saw a small lake of dry blood on the ground, my blood. I felt like the tears wanted to run down my eyes and like my voice had dissapeared as I tried not to vomit again.
I prefered to lean against another tree and bring my legs up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them and placing my forehead against my knees.
I gave up on trying to stay awake when I felt my eyelashes getting heavier and everything seemed to fade away. I knew that tomorrow it would be different. Not better, but different. Or maybe that's what I wished for.
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