Rebecca's POV
I was numb under his intense gaze and gentle touch. My heart was doing tricks with me, she was racing, skipping beats, fluttering and causing my stomach to turn into knots. I was speechless as he leaned even closer, sending chills down my spine.
“You care for a lot of people..” he muttered, his voice low.
“Yes,” I admitted, my salty tears falling on his hand that was cupping my cheek.
“I just wonder..” he started. “Could you care for a sinner?” he whispered, his eyes narrowing and burning through me.
My heart jumped inside my chest, telling me that this is a proof. He still has a good side. I could see it now. He still has and I can see that he wants to bring it back. His black eyes said so many things to me that I couldn't understand, but his will to bring the good side back was obvious.
“Everyone's a sinner.” I murmured, my voice weak.
“Not like me.” he leaned back a little, his thumb grazing my cheekbone, warming my heart.
“Do you still...care?” I asked weakly, gaining a frown from him.
“Care,” he repeated as he thought of the word. “I have to feel this way since...” he trailed off, and the shield in his eyes is back on.
He pulled away his hand and let it fall down to his side, sending a hint of disappointment inside of me. What is going on with me?
“We should be get going. It's late.” he said flatly, making me furrow my brows.
How can he be so different now? Different as if the way he was last day? This was all so confusing. One moment he's gentle, he's opening himself really slowly, and now he's...dark? I couldn't study him, no one could.
“Okay.” I sighed, taking one last glance at the river and whispering “rest in peace, Michael” before following him back to that damn house.
We walked inside, both of us completely soaked and I heard something like an evil laugh coming from upstairs. I instictively grabbed his forearm while my eyes were fixed on the stairs, quietly telling him to stay put.
“Did you hear that?” I whispered scared.
I felt his gaze on me so I turned my head to look at him. He was staring at me intensively before his eyes landed on my hand that was holding his forearm and back up to my face.
“Hear what?” he asked, keeping his voice low.
“I-I heard a laugh.” I blurbed.
He looked at the stairs and shook his head slightly. He looked back at me with narrowing eyes, as if trying to hide something.
“It was nothing.” he murmured and look back down to my grip on his forearm again.
I pulled my hand away. “S-sorry.” I said quickly and looked away nervously.
I saw him from the corner of my eye smirking, making my stomach to turn. I tried to ignore it as I followed him upstairs, each step and a cracking sound, each step bringing me closer to that creepy laugh. I was sure I heard it, but if it was someone up there, the guy in front of me would've killed him already.
I still didn't know his name wich was really frustrating. I sighed when we approached our room door's and I looked at him to find him looking back at me, his stare mysterious.
“What?” I asked, raising my shoulders.
He shook his head. “Be quiet.” he demanded and opened the door, letting himself in and shutting it behind him.
“Sure,” I muttered sarcastically to myself before opening my door and stepping into the room.
I avoided the lake of blood that had now left it's mark on the floor from Michael's open wound. My heart plammered inside my chest at the thought of his body fading away with the waves, his soul resting in peace.
I sighed and kicked my boots that were caked with mud next to the bed before climbing on it. I closed my eyes and felt a weigh shifting from my shoulders, finally letting me breath. But it didn't last long, since I heard something hitting the wall and a loud voice wich made me stood on my feet.
No Point of View
“What the hell did you do?!” the voice inside his head screamed, hurting his ears when he stepped inside the room.
He closed his eyes shut. “What?” he asked, feeling his stomach turning.
“Why is she still alive, Harry?! Didn't you kill her only an hour ago?” the voice hissed, his tone judging.
“I gave her my b-blood.” he stuttered, feeling a knot in the pit of his stomach.
“Why?!” by the second the voice yelled in his head, he was thrown against the wall with such a force that he caused a loud noise.
“Ow,” he groaned, falling on his stomach against the floor.
“What the hell is wrong with you? You were supposed to let her rot! Not save her!” the voice screamed inside his head, fastening his pulse in his chest.
“I said she's not going to die yet!” he responded through gritted teeth.
“Are you stupid?! Why let her live? She's useless! She's nothing!”
“She is...” he trailed off, opening his eyes to look at the door.
“What?! She's what, Harry!”
“She's...she's..” he couldn't make the words leave his lips and it somehow annoyed but hurt him slightly at the same time.
“Say it, Harry! Say it or I'm gonna kill her, slowly and painfully!” he threatened, making him widen his eyes.
“She's i–”
“What's going on—” the door opened and she appeared in the doorway, face covered with pure shock and confusion.
Rebecca's POV
“What the hell are you doing here?” he hissed with wide eyes, his body lying on the floor.
“I-I heard loud noises and-and–”
“Don't you dare!” he shouted, scaring me.
“Dare what?” I asked scared. I didn't do anything.
He was shooting daggers behind me and I felt a cold breath hitting the back of my neck, giving me goosebumps. My eyes widened and my feet froze, my blood ran cold in my veins. Suddenly, I felt something grabbing a fistful of my hair, making my sculp to hurt. I screamed and I was dragged out of the room by someone I couldn't see. I tripped on my feet and fell on my knees, but I was still dragged against the floor, the tears already forming in my eyes.
“No! Stop it!” I heard him shouting from behind me and my heart raced.
He wasn't doing it all this. Someone else was hurting me at that moment, dragging me on my knees towards the stairs. I managed to turn my head to the side and glance at him running out of the room, staring at me shocked and...concerned. My heart fluttered and broke at the same time as more tears fell down my eyes.
“Please!” I screamed, begging for help.
“Stop it for fuck sake!” he shouted and glared behind me, making me feel even more scared.
I heard the same evil laugh like before from behind me, sending chills down my spine. I froze and my knees were hurting so bad as I was dragged at the top of the stairs. I screamed again and my heart was about to get ripped out of my chest.
I was pushed down the stairs with such a force that each stair I hit was causing my body to ache. My screams echoed through the abandoned house, my head hitting hard the cracking stairs.
“What the fuck!” he yelled when I reached the bottom and my entire body was surrending.
“H-help.” I whispered, trying to open my eyes.
“Don't you fucking tell me what to do!” he growled, but I didn't understand to who.
I heard him running down the stairs and I felt his hands sliding down my back and under my knees, lifting me from the ground and carrying me bridal style. He was breathing heavily and I could feel his chest rising and falling next to my head.
I heard a door slamming and it caused me to slightly jump and open my eyes to look up at his black ones. He seemed really worried and angry that terrified and relieved me, all in once.
He walked quickly towards the door and opened it, only to be closed shut again in seconds. Fear creaped up inside me, everything seemed so weird and supernatural. I mean, how could doors close by their own?
Suddenly, he was thrown in the air with me in his hands and his back collided with the wall, me falling down and him falling on top of me. I groaned in pain at his weight on my body and he coughed before he pulled his head back and looked at me, panick evidence in his features. I heard footsteps approaching us and he glared up at someone. I struggled to move from beneath him but he didn't let me go as he shifted his body and balanced his weight on his palms and feet, like in a push-up position.
“I said I won't!” he said through gritted teeth on top of me, giving me chills.
“What is going on?” I coughed and he glanced down at me with angry eyes once before he glared up at something or someone.
“Don't you dare lay a finger on–” he was interrupted as he was pushed off of me and thrown to the stairs.
I screamed and tears fell from my eyes as I rolled over and stared at him holding his stomach, his face showing for the first time pain. Suddenly, I felt two hands grabbing my ankles and dragging me back. I screamed again and moved my hands, trying to grab something and stop it or him or she I didn't know, I was too terrified to know.
“Don't do it! Do it to me!” he yelled as he glared behind me and stood up slowly before he started running towards me but he fell down on his knees and screamed so loud that made me feel worried for him and scared.
“No!” I cried as I was dragged inside a room and the door shut closed.
The grips on my ankles left me and I was lying against the cold floor. His loud screams from the other side of the door made my heart to break and my chest tightened. I stood up and ran towards the door, trying to open it but it wasn't opening. It was like someone was holding it from the other side and didn't let me in, and it wasn't him because I could hear his screams and cries.
And then's when it hit me. I could escape. I turned around to see the broken window on the wall and my heart raced inside my chest. Go, run Rebecca, run.
“Ahh!” he screamed and my heart fell down to my stomach wich was turned into knots.
I felt so worried and scared about him. He was about to save me, I saw it with my own eyes. He wanted to take me out of this hellhouse but the door close by it's own and then all this happened. He was about to save me and a big part of me told me to help him. The memory of him asking me if I could forgive a sinner like him, flashed behind my eyes and brought a lump to my throat.
I couldn't leave him. My heart told me not to.
I turned around again and knocked my fists against the door, sending a jolt of pain with each hit trough my forearms but I didn't care. All I could think about was him and anxiety and fear creaped up inside my abdomen.
“Let him go!” I shouted to no one, but I knew that someone or something was hurting him.
My heart came up to my chest when I heard him scream again, his cries and pained voice causing my stomach to twist. I knew I should be glad for his situation at that moment, but after seeing his vulnerable small side, I understood that he did need help, and I wanted to give it to him, because all this told mr that he had an innocent bone in his body and I wanted to bring it back to light.
(A/N: Srry for small chapter! But I love you all so so much! I promise it will get better & chapters will become much bigger (believe me, big chapters were always my thing hah). What do you think of this chapter? What the hell is going on in that damn house? Harry has two sides..hmm.. Let me know what you think. Thank you all for reading!!)