“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!


27. "I'm coming for you, Rosalie"

“Wait, Harry. Why are we stopping?”

The bike had slowed down, the rain splattering hard against our bodies. We’d barely driven for a minute away from the house under the now heavy rain. I glanced back at the house, glad that all the bad memories of it had now been replaced with the time spent there with Harry today.

The bike had finally stopped. I turned my head back around. We were outside the cottage. My arms relaxed slightly around Harry’s waist, a long breath falling through my lips.

“It’s amazing,” I breathed. I’d never gotten so close to it before, to actually see every brick it was made of, every leaf of the vines crawling up the walls.

Harry’s head soon twisted around, joy sparkling in his eyes as he witnessed my reaction.

“When we’re older, we’ll buy this place,” Harry whispered. “I promise you.”

My eyes quickly met his, my jaw dropping slightly.

“Really?” I asked shakily.

Harry nodded, biting his bottom lip. He smiled at my happy reaction. “We can live here together. We’ll have the whole place to ourselves, no stress, no anxiety. Just you and me, baby. Forever.”

Before I could think about it, I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his. As soon as they met tingles erupted inside my body, my skin feeling as though it was burning with the short intimate moment I was having with Harry. I squeezed his body tight in my arms, quickly pulling back from the warmth of his mouth. I buried my face into the material of the back of his shirt to hide my happy tears as the tingles subsided. Harry’s body jerked softly as he laughed, turning the engine of the bike back on.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hearing the purr of the engine. I loved this man so much. I had no words of describing it. But I knew for sure it was love. Pure love.

We soon sped back off again, returning to the motorway. Harry’s soft hums were drowned out by the cars speeding past us, the water crashing against our fast moving tyres. I lifted my head from his back, chin resting on his damp shoulder as we stared at the empty, wet roads in front of us. My chest was pressed tight to Harry’s back with my arms around his waist. I wanted to be so close to him, to feel his every heartbeat, his body warmth mingling with mine as I shivered under the rain. I let a smile relax onto my face, releasing a long sigh from my mouth.

But as the bike slowly sped up, I could feel a freezing draft on the back of my neck, cold skin touching mine. Freezing drops of water trickled down my spine one by one. I felt as if I was being gripped from behind, wet, cold claws slowly tugging me away from Harry.

“I’m coming for you, Rosalie.”

My heart stopped in my chest, arms tightening around Harry as the words were whispered into my ear. I heard Harry gasp at the sudden tightening around his waist.

“You alright, Rosie?” Harry asked.

Just as Harry’s head turned around to glance back at me, the coldness covering my skin had disappeared, the drips of water relieved from my skin. My eyes met Harry’s for a brief second before a moving object caught my attention over Harry’s shoulder. A tall figure was stood in the road a few metres ahead of us, the bike quickly approaching it. My stomach lurched inside of me. I couldn’t make out the blurry figure, but his proud stance, his smirk plastered on his lips told me exactly who it was.

Harry’s head spun back around to follow my gaze. Everything seemed to slow down, Harry trying to swerve and avoid the figure in the middle of the road.

“Shit!” Harry yelled.

The bike lost its balance. It wobbled furiously against the slippery road before tipping to one side, ready to crash. Without thinking I tightened my grip around Harry’s body, pulling him off of the bike with me. I crashed down onto my back, Harry landing heavily on top of me safely. With the speed we were going at on the bike, we rolled over several times, the whole time Harry held securely in my arms, his back tight against my chest. We continued rolling across the wet road, my head smashing into the concrete with each roll we made. Harry’s grunts were drowned out by the ear piercing car horns beeping wildly around us.

Our weak bodies finally stopped in the road. My head was woozy and pounding. I let out a weak whimper, my arms finally falling from around him. I could hear Harry breathing, my worries for his safety relieved quickly. As long as he was safe, nothing else mattered.

His body warmth soon left mine as Harry rolled off of me. I stared up at him through my narrowed eyes, droplets pricking at the skin of my face as Harry knelt down beside me. His hands captured my head, thumbs rubbing at my cheeks.

“Rosie?” he asked shakily. A crowd soon formed around us, murmurs encircling our pained bodies. “Rosie, can you hear me? Rosie!”

My body was shaken roughly, Harry’s frantic sobs trying to awaken me. I wasn’t sure whether I was conscious or not. A shadow was gradually darkening my mind. Harry’s voice was growing more distant with each word. Suddenly a sudden wave of cold and wetness spread out across my skin as a figure appeared in my head. The man in the road, the cause for this accident. Samuel. It was always Samuel.

“I-I’ll call an ambulance,” an unfamiliar voice stuttered above me.

“No!” Harry said frantically. “Don’t, please.”

“Why not?”

I could tell Harry was stuck for words. And I couldn’t blame him. How could you tell someone your girlfriend wasn’t completely human, that she could heal in a matter of hours? I’d get checked in a hospital. I’d have tests done on me. My body possessed no blood and my muscles were a lot larger than any normal human. I’d be found out. They would know what I was. I couldn’t let that happen.

I used all the strength possessed in my body to wake myself up. I could feel Samuel’s sharp claws trying to drag me away from consciousness, but I fought him with all my power.

“Rosie, wake up! I need you, baby girl. Focus on my voice and come back to me.”

Samuel’s smirk was in my mind. I felt like a puppet under his strings. But I was about to break those strings. I focused on Harry’s voice as I brought myself out of this unconscious world.

“I-I’m okay,” I croaked.

My upper body was scooped up in Harry’s arms. My body still shivered as my clothes stuck to my wet body, but just the simple sensation of Harry’s skin on my own warmed me immensely. His head was buried into my neck, rocking me back and forth.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Harry cried once his head was lifted from my neck. He wiped his tears away, a relieved smile spread across his face. “That was so close. You saved me, Rosie.”

I smiled weakly at the thought. The pain was worth it as long as Harry was well and out of reach from Samuel. But the accident was meant to harm Harry. I just got in the way. Samuel’s threat soon reappeared in my mind, his words flooding me with panic.

Kill him or I will.

“Do I still need to call an ambulance?” the same voice from earlier asked.

“No,” Harry half laughed, half sobbed, gazing intently down to me. “She’s gonna be fine. Trust me.”

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