“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!


9. Secret

“What is it?” he asked.

“I can’t say, not here,” I muttered, my eyes wandering around the room. “The walls are too thin. Let’s go somewhere where we can talk.”

Harry nodded, never letting go of my eyes. “Where?” he asked, his face still so close to mine.

“The park,” I answered, letting the smile grow on my lips.

“Okay,” Harry said, taking a step back as he moved his hands from my neck. I watched as he brought his hands up behind his head, slowly unwrapping the bandage. He winced softly, but gave me a reassuring smile before throwing it on the floor beside us. I swallowed hard, his hair looking slightly damp with blood. Harry’s smile widened, silently telling me not to worry. I returned the smile, blinking away the tears. We stared silently at each other before Harry’s frosty green eyes finally let go of my gaze, his orbs flickered down to my shivering body.

“Come on.”

I nodded as he slipped his hand into mine, our fingers entwined. He led out of the flat and down the hallway to the entrance of the block. This all felt so strange to me. I had trust issues, ever since my parents’ death, but now I was allowing myself to be led away by a stranger. I felt dread wanting to wash over me, to engulf my body, but I wouldn’t let it.

We strolled down the street, the sun beating down on us. I glanced up at Harry, his hair swaying softly in the breeze, curls bouncing faintly. I allowed a smile to commandeer my lips, watching a pink tongue swipe across Harry’s parted lips. Harry squeezed my hand every few seconds as a silent signal, a way of telling me he was here, and he wasn’t going to leave.

Harry suddenly stopped us. We stood before a motorbike parked up on the side of the road. My head shot up to face Harry. A grin grew on his face.

“Get on then,” he said down to me, his fingers still between mine. He grabbed the helmet off of the seat and handed it to me. I stared down at it in his hand, swallowing back my fright. I was hesitant to take it, but did as Harry wanted. I turned fully to him and took it with my shaking hand. Harry placed his hand over mine on the helmet.

“I’ll keep you safe, Rosie. Trust me.”

I bit my bottom lip and nodded my head before slipping the helmet on over my head. I pushed it down slowly, the plastic covering my ears and head securely. Harry flashed me a smile before casually climbing onto the bike, pulling one slim leg over it. I stayed on the pavement, biting nervously at my bottom lip with my teeth. Harry looked at me from the bike, offering me his hand. He wiggled his fingers, gazing at me.

“Trust me,” he repeated.

And I did. His voice, his gentleness towards me instantly made me feel I could trust him with my life. I’m wary about giving my trust to someone else. It’s happened before, my trust towards another broken and used. I didn’t want the same happening again.

I prayed I was doing the right thing as I grabbed onto his hand, climbing onto the bike behind him. As soon as I was on, Harry turned his head to the side. “Wrap your arms around me,” he instructed softly.

I nodded, suppressing the smile as I wrapped my arms tight around him from behind, lacing my fingers on his stomach. He coughed awkwardly  before turning the engine on. I rested the side of my head on his back, my helmet pressed against his shirt.

“You ready?” he asked above the sound of the engine.

“Yeah,” I replied. I tightened my arms around him, revelling in the feeling of just touching Harry, having my arms securely around him. I squeezed my eyes shut as we started off, feeling the wind blow past us. We sped down the streets towards the park, the world rushing past us. I felt so alive, so free of everything. The purring of the engine sent excited shivers through me. I pulled back from Harry slightly, lifting my head from his back. I rested my hands on his sides, smiling as we zoomed down the streets. But I wanted more.

“Faster,” I whispered, making sure my lips grazed Harry’s ear.

I saw a smile grow in his lips before he did as I said. I squeezed his sides as we shot down the road. Suddenly Harry turned a sharp corner. I flung my arms back around him, pressing my chest hard against his back. He chuckled before speeding up again, shooting past a red light. Cars honked their horns at us, but we just grinned the whole time, enjoying the sensation, the freedom we had. I rested my chin on his shoulder, watching what was going on in front of us.

“This is great!” I said into Harry’s ear, squeezing his body in my arms.

“Glad you’re liking it,” he called back, turning his head to the side to smile at me before focusing back on the road.

I could soon see the trees of the park ahead of us, the large, metal gate open, standing tall at the entrance. Harry slowed down, the wind calming around us. I sighed heavily, wanting it to last forever. I reluctantly loosened my arms around Harry as he straightened his back, stretching his arms above his head. I pressed my hands into the helmet to take it off, trying to stop myself from running my hands down his sides and across his back muscles expanding and contracting as he stretched. Harry soon turned off the engine and climbed off of the bike. I followed him, leaving the helmet on the bike. Harry slipped his fingers between mine again as we strolled into the park.

The trees leaned into us as we made our way down the path. The path ran around the outside of the park in a large circle, a field of grass in the middle, holding a café, a small children’s park and a band stand. This time I led us, pulling Harry off of the concrete path and onto the grass. It was soft under our feet as I guided Harry to the band stand. It was rarely used, standing alone, away from the crowd of people chatting at the café, the children running around on the climbing frames.

I led him up the stone steps and onto the round, stone band stand. My hand grew sweaty in Harry’s, my heart thudding fast in my chest. My legs felt weak under me as I prepared myself for telling Harry my secret I’ve kept since I was five. Could I do it? A lump was lodged in my throat, guilt trying to flood my mind, forcing horrible thoughts into my head. What if he won’t accept me? What if he runs away once he finds out what I am? It would break me.

I shakily stumbled up the steps and sat crossed legged on the middle of the band stand. Harry sat opposite me and crossed his legs. He shuffled closer to me until his knees were touching mine, his smile sending warm shivers through my body. Silence grew between us as I bit my bottom lip, wandering where to start. There was so much needed to be said. I needed forever. I knew I had that, but Harry didn’t.

“Take your time, Rosie,” Harry muttered, placing his hand on my leg. He squeezed my thigh softly, giving me a smile. I took a deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut. I pictured my parent’s smiling down at me, my dad’s arm around my mother’s waist, pulling her close to him.

“Tell him, sweetie,” my mother said softly down to me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Yeah, baby girl, you can trust him,” my dad said, squeezing my shoulder gently. He winked down at me as my mother’s fingers were still behind my ear.

“Okay,” I whispered aloud, back on the band stand again. I opened my eyes, gazing at Harry’s gorgeous face, not believing that he was truly mine. I placed my hand over his on my leg and breathed out shakily. “There’s one thing you should truly know about me, Harry,” I muttered, staring down at our hands. I rubbed his skin with my thumb, biting my bottom lip nervously. I slowly lifted my chin up, staring at him. “You probably won’t believe me. And I don’t blame you if you do,” I continued, sighing heavily. I’m…different,” I murmured. Harry’s eyes were full of warmth and comfort as they searched my face for an answer. I breathed in, taking my parent’s advice. Tell him.

I looked back up at him, gazing into his eyes.

“Harry…I’m a vampire.”

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