“I dream of leaving and never looking back. But it’s impossible.”

“Then take my hand and we’ll run together.”

Rosalie Brookes is running. She’s always running, that’s all she does. She’s lost, running from her deepest and darkest nightmares. The creature within her, its claws tight in her heart, has made her kill everyone she loves. Since watching her mother being murdered through her five year old eyes she’s had a secret. But she’s about to reveal her secret for the first time. To the man that saved her the night she was running.

Harry’s lost. He’s always lost. He’s lost everyone and needs to care for someone to make him complete. His twisted past of drinking and drugs is forgotten about. He’s escaped his problems and now wants to help Rosalie do the same.

Someone will bring their messed up worlds together. They have a lot more in common than they think. And that may save their lives one day.


This is the second version of this story I've made so enjoy!


32. Help me, Rosie

I suddenly jumped out of the mysteries of my mind and dreams, a loud glass smash emitting from the kitchen. I lifted my woozy head from the pillow, my body no longer covered with another. I turned my head at the sound off steady breathing. Harry had rolled off of me and was stretched out beside me. I gazed at his perfection. His tousled curls adorned the pillow, soft snores falling from his parted lips. I slowly pulled myself up into a sitting position, smirking down at his stunning body. The bed covers rested around his hips, hiding his prominent V-lines I craved to see. His muscled chest rose and fell peacefully, his head tilted slightly to one side on the pillow.

I watched as he slowly began to shift. A groan left his mouth as his hand began blindly searching the bed for me. His touch soon found my leg, squeezing my inner thigh softly. A warm smile spread across his lips, his hand trailing up my leg. I placed my hand over his on the middle of my thigh. Harry rolled over onto his side, but a sudden crash cut into the room. My gaze shot to the bedroom door, the door handle rattling.

“Come here,” Harry mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, his eyes still closed.

He slipped his hand from underneath mine, wrapping his strong arm around my front. Without any effort, he pulled me back down onto the mattress, shuffling closer to me. His strong arm embraced me tighter, nestling his face into my neck. Harry’s leg draped over mine, tugging me into his warmth further. But the whole time my mind was on the constant mystery noises emanating from the kitchen.

Suddenly a horrendous thump and more metal clashing came from outside the room. My body shook in Harry’s grip. His other arm tugged the covers up further around us, trying to calm my trembling.

“Did you hear that, Harry?” I whispered, my gaze fixed on the door.

Harry’s head lifted from my neck, staring at me through drooped eyelids. “Hear what?” he asked.

Another crash soon echoed in the room. I opened my mouth to respond, but a quiet whisper flew into my ear.

“Meet me outside. Alone,” it whispered.

My eyes widened, Harry shifting on the bed to prop himself on one elbow. The noises never stopped outside, clearly not heard by Harry.

“Nothing,” I mumbled, shaking my head.

Harry’s eyebrows drew together, but I could see he was too tired to argue. He lowered himself back down on the mattress, shuffling closer to me once again on his side.

“Go to sleep, Rosie,” he muttered into my ear.

I remained silent, feeling Harry’s body gradually weaken next to mine. His grip around my torso loosened, his breaths steady against my neck. One heavy leg was still draped over mine, his strong body slowly tiring. I laid on my back, waiting for the familiar snores to fall from Harry’s mouth. His body was practically on top of me, protecting me. Harry’s chest slowed down against my arm, soft snores humming against my neck.

The door handle suddenly rattled once again, whispers encircling me in the dark.

I held my breath, wrapping my fingers around Harry’s wrist. I tried lifting his arm from around me, but his fingers clamped around my side. I pressed my lips together, tugging on his wrist. I managed to slip my legs from under his, his arm still around my body.

“Rosie,” he grumbled into my neck. “Don’t leave me.”

His words ripped at my heart. He whimpered softly, shuffling closer to me. He pressed warm kisses to my neck in his sleep, his arm subconsciously tightening. I remained still, breathing out heavily.

The metal clashes from the kitchen grew louder, more frequent. If I didn’t meet the voice outside the bedroom, then it would surely come in here. I wouldn’t put Harry in danger.

Ignoring Harry’s groaning pleads, I carefully managed to lift his heavy arm around me. I slowly got up from the bed, Harry moaning as I left his touch. He rolled onto his front searching for me. His arm stretched out over the place I was laying, his head resting heavily on my own pillow. His taut back muscles expanded and contracted as he breathed deeply, snoring softly into my pillow. His curls masked his face, the covers sliding down to drape over the bottom of his back. My heart ached in my chest as I watched him sleep alone, hoping he’d never have to do it because he had to, because I’d be gone.

I silently followed the whispers to the door, the handle finally ceasing to rattle once my hand was wrapped around it. I glanced back at Harry’s sleeping body before slipping out of the room. The kitchen light was on. I silently shut the door behind me before stepping into the open kitchen, pieces of plates and china mugs sprawled out across the floor. I poked at a piece with my toe, my shaky breaths puffing out of my mouth.

“You’ve come alone. Good girl.”

I spun around to face the voice. There he was, the one man that was there after every killing, controlling my life and killing my parents. I hissed through my teeth, fists raised, one foot behind the other for balance, but my foot suddenly landed on a broken piece of china.


I leaned up against the counter behind me to grab my foot, cradling it softly. Samuel’s deep laugh bounced off the walls of the kitchen.

“What do you want, Samuel?” I spat, rubbing my hand over the bottom of my foot.

His smirk widened on his pale face, arms crossed over his chest. He stepped forward, a piece of broken plate crunching under his shoe.


He sped over to me, his fingers spread out over my throat. His firm body pressed me to the counter. I squirmed against him, his grip around my neck tightening.

“Shh,” he whispered, bringing a slim finger up to his lips. He smirked against his finger, watching as my features contorted in pain.

“Am I hurting you?” he whispered into my face, his hot breath burning at my lips as he spoke.

I stayed silent, returning his cold stare. Anger morphed his face, his fingers squeezing tighter.

“I said am I hurting you?” he spat.

Tears swelled in my eyes as I gasped for air. I could feel my body weakening with pain, making me vulnerable for Samuel to use me however he wanted. And I wouldn’t be able to protect Harry. I nodded quickly in response, balancing on my toes.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Yes,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Yes what?”

His smirk broadened as I scrunched my face up in pain.

“Yes please,” I whispered.

I gasped for air once his grip was released. My legs were weak, ready to collapse under me, but Samuel’s body pressed tight against me, keeping me up against the counter. I refused to look into Samuel’s dark eyes, but my chin was harshly cupped, tilting my head up to look at him. I gulped.

“Look, let me make this simple,” he growled. “Join me, Rosalie. Be with me. Leave this place and stay with me. We’ll be invincible together. Kill with me!”

“Never,” I spat into his face.

Rage twisted his face, fury flickering in his eyes. But his features slowly softened, that same smirk spread out across his features.

“You’re a murderer, Rosalie,” he murmured. “It’s just what you are.”

“I’m a murdered because of you. This is your fault. You did this to me!” I shouted, wrenching my chin from his grip. Samuel took a stride back from me, eyeing me up and down. He smirked at me, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I only did what your mother told me to do,” he replied. “Spare Rosalie, please,” he said in a high pitched voice, mocking my mother.

I screamed out, lunging towards him. I ignored the sharp pains attacking my bare feet as I wrapped my fingers around his throat, giving him exactly what he did to me. I wrenched him over to the counter to my left, banging his head against the cupboards on the wall above.

“Don’t you dare speak of my mother!” I screamed into his face, digging my fingertips into his neck.

“She was so pretty, Rosalie,” Samuel spoke. “And in that red dress…” He smirked broadened as he began laughing. I lashed out, punching him in the stomach, but he didn’t flinch, the smirk still plastered on his sharp face.

“You can’t hurt me, Rosalie. You’re not strong enough.”

“You wanna bet?” I asked, pressing him harder against the counter. He laughed again, that noise making my skin crawl.

“Do you really think those training sessions with your precious boyfriend will actually help you control your powers?” He snorted, shaking his head at me. “I’m the one in control, Rosalie. Remember that.”

I stared at him, trying to stop myself from believing what he was saying. But maybe he was right. What had I achieved these past few days? Learning some boxing techniques and witnessing Harry in his boxers. That’s it.

“There’s only one way to kill a vampire,” Samuel continued, my hand tight around his throat having no effect on him. “And I’m the only one who knows how to do it.”

“Then kill me!” I yelled, stepping back from him. I stretched my arms out either side of me, sticking my chest out. “Do it to me. Go on, do it!” I shouted, challenging him. “Kill me!”

“Why would I do that?” he asked. “I’m enjoying this too much,” he laughed. I pounced back onto him, my hand back on his throat. He continued to laugh, shaking his head at me.

“Tell me!” I screamed into his face. “Tell me how to do it, to kill a vampire!”

“Do you really think I’m that stupid?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

“If you won’t tell me, then I’ll find out myself,” I spat at him. “I swear to you. I will find a way to stop you!”

“But what if I got to your boyfriend first,” he replied slowly, his eyes glancing over my shoulder to the bedroom door.

Fear struck my body; the mere thought of losing Harry to Samuel made my heart clench.

“Wouldn’t it be just awful if something happened to your precious Harry?” He sneered at me, exposing his sharp teeth once dug into my mother’s neck. The thought made me shudder. “Like a bike crash for instance.”

“I knew that was you,” I spat. I was right. Harry was the one that was meant to of been hurt from that incident. Not me. That pain was meant for Harry. Samuel wants Harry dead. Yesterday was just luck that Harry wasn’t injured too badly, but I knew there and then that Samuel would come back. And here he was. I knew from experiences that Samuel always gets what he wants.

Samuel suddenly pushed himself off of the counter and stepped towards me, making me walk backwards. Each pace made me feel more secluded, more isolated. His slim fingers wrapped around my wrist, yanking my hand from his throat. He threw my arm back to my side, his body pressed to mine as he walked me backwards. I held my breath, keeping my chin up to try not to show what I really was feeling: fright.

I gritted my teeth, staring at him through narrowed eyes as my back crashed into the counter behind me. His tall figure shadowed mine, his eyes burning into me. I gasped as he quickly reached out, holding my head in his hands. The pads of his index and middle finger pressed against my temples, his other fingers behind my ear as his thumbs rested on my cheeks. His touch burnt my skin, making my muscles tingle in pain and anger. He stared deep into my eyes, his face millimetres from mine.

“But what would you do if Harry was stuck and you couldn’t get to him?” he muttered. I stared up at his white face, trying to figure out what he meant. He pulled my head closer to his, pressing our foreheads together. I could feel him controlling me, peering into my mind, my deepest thoughts. I closed my eyes suddenly, not being able to open them again. He was there. Samuel was in my mind, controlling my inner feelings and what I was thinking.

I quickly shoved Samuel away, wiping at the skin touched by his seconds ago. The anger grew on Samuel’s face as he stood a few feet in front of me. He suddenly brought his hand up, clicking his fingers. The lock of the bedroom door clicked, locking Harry inside. My head shot around before I glanced back at him. He slowly brought his hand back down, never letting go of my eyes. I bolted over to the door, grabbing onto the door handle with my shaking hand. I pulled it down violently, pushing on the door with my other hand, but it didn’t budge. I suddenly started banging on it with the side of my fist.

“Harry!” I shouted through the door. I heard the bed creek before Harry answered me.

“Rosie?” he asked groggily. “Why is the door locked? What’s going on?” His voice trembled with fright. I spun back around, my fists clenched as I glared at Samuel from across the room.

“Leave Harry out of this, Samuel!” I screamed. “This is between me and you.”

“It hasn’t even begun yet, Rosalie.” He brought his hand back up, clicking of his fingers once again.

“Shit!” Harry yelled.

I spun back around as Harry started violently coughing, his voice muffled as he must have had something over his mouth. Smoke started flowing out from under the door. Panic overtook me. I slammed my hand down on the handle again, hitting the door hard with the side of my body.

“Rosie!” Harry called before coughing and spluttering as I continuously threw my weight against the door. But it wasn’t working. I didn’t know what to do. I tried to tense all my muscles, praying that I’d be able to control my abilities, to use my strength for something effective for once. But it didn’t work. Samuel just laughed at me from behind. My arm ached as I slammed it against the wood, Harry’s coughing and pleading drowned out by the crackling of fire.

“Harry, open the window,” I called frantically through the door. My head was pounding out of control. Suddenly a loud clicking echoed from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, Samuel’s hand back up in the air.

“I can’t. It-it’s locked,” he replied, his voice full of fear.

I shot around to face Samuel. “Stop this!” I yelled, tears swelling in my eyes. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just stop!” Samuel just laughed at me, mocking my lack of strength towards him. I spun back around to the door, Harry’s faint calling making my heart ache. I could hear he was on the floor against the door.

“Rosie,” he groaned before choking painfully.

“Harry, hold on. I’ll get you out.” But the words felt like a lie as they escaped my mouth. I ran my trembling hand through my tangled hair, thinking of anything I could do to save him. Samuel was still there, watching everything that was going on with a grin on his pale face.

“Rosalie,” Harry croaked from the other side of the door. I faced the door again, crouching down so I could hear him clearer. I pressed myself up against the wood, straining to hear him. “Rosie, I love you. Never forget that.”

His words broke my heart.

“No, d-don’t speak like that, Harry,” I called back, trying to sound confident, but my words trembled. “I won’t leave you. I’ll get help. I’ll…I’ll save you.”

But Harry didn’t reply to me. The sound of fire crackling grew louder as I waited for a response. “Harry?” I eventually called, swallowing the hard lump in my throat. “Harry, answer me!” I shouted, pounding my fist on the door.


I trembled madly, tears trickling down my face as I pressed my forehead against the door. Not again. I’m going to lose him, just like Niall, Zayn, Liam and my parents. “Please, Harry,” I whispered. “Don’t leave me.”

Suddenly a booming laugh came from behind me. My anger exploded out of me, the beast in me taking over the actions of my body. I’d never felt so infuriated. The heart ache and pain in my body built up until it exploded out of me. I stormed over to Samuel, grabbing his shirt in my fists to shake him roughly. I forced him up against the nearest wall, but he barely reacted, his laughing growing louder over the fire blazing.

I didn’t want to show my weak side, but I didn’t have a choice. Tears flooded out of my eyes, running down my face. “Get him out of there!” I bellowed.

“Say it,” Samuel hissed through his teeth. “Say it!”

“Please,” I sobbed, feeling my anger mix with sorrow. I just wanted Harry back. “Please stop this. I love him.”

“I’ve told you before, Rosalie,” Samuel spoke with a wry grin, “this curse doesn’t allow you to fall in love.”

Suddenly he started fading away, the material of his shirt disappearing in my fists as he left me alone to save Harry. His smirk was the last thing to fade, but it never faded from my mind, always there to remind me he was in control of my life.

My eyes shot open finally. I violently pushed Samuel away from me, his hands slipping away from my head. He was in my mind, overpowering my thoughts. The room was silent, no blazing fire, no pleading from Harry. He made me imagine it all. Tears pooled in my eyes, lips parting at the thought of that really happening. Samuel smirked at me, knowing he had power to make it come alive.

“Do you want that to be your future, Rosalie?” he asked. “Because if you don’t kill Harry, then I’ll have to do it myself. But don’t worry. I’ll make sure he suffers.”

“You dare,” I hissed, uncontrollable tears running down my cheeks.

“You know, Rosalie…” he started, strolling towards me, “you and Harry have more in common than you think.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” I asked furiously, getting fed up of his riddles, his games he’s playing with me.

“Hasn’t he told you?” he replied, raising his eyebrows. But his face soon morphed back into that smug grin.

“Told me what?!” I practically screamed.

“Ask him yourself,” he replied, nodding towards the bedroom door. I glanced over my shoulder just as the bedroom door swung open. A sleepy Harry appeared at the door, rubbing his eyes roughly, yawning softly. His pyjama bottoms were slung low on his hips, bare feet silent on the carpet below.

My head quickly shot back around, my eyes searching the empty space in front of me where Samuel was stood moments ago. I turned back around, gazing over to Harry’s slouched body shuffling over to me.

My lips parted, tears forming in my eyes. My entirety shook violently, frightened whimpers falling from my mouth. I could feel my legs groaning, using the little strength they had left to hold me up. The room spun around me. Sweat trickled down my temples, the surrounding hot air choking me. Samuel’s eyes burned into me, his slim fingers wrapped around my heart. I was his puppet, forced to do as he wanted. It was all too much.

Darkness crashed in my mind. My legs crumpled under me. My body crashed to the ground, weak groans escaping through my lips as I slipped out of consciousness.

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