Run

“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!

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10. The Night of the Attack

“A vampire?” he asked after a painfully long pause.

I just nodded, my head hanging like I was ashamed of what I was. And I was. I’m a killer. There’s so much blood on my hands, so many victims.

I was jolted out of my thoughts by Harry’s laugh. My head shot up, watching Harry as his head tilted down, stomach jerking as he laughed down to his lap. “Come on, Rosie. Be serious. What is it that you really brought me here to say?”

Our eyes connected and his cute smile just faded away. Tears dripped down my cheeks, my dry lips parted in agony.

“Oh,” Harry muttered.

I shook my head. This was a stupid idea. He doesn’t believe me and I don’t blame him. Vampires were myths, things that children were scared of. Of course he wouldn’t believe me. To him I don’t exist.

“This was stupid...”

I went to get up, but Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me down again. I was put onto his lap, his long arms encircling me before I could get back up again. I struggled a little, but I secretly loved it. I felt safe with him.

“Look, Rosie,” he murmured. “I don’t care who or what you are. As long as you’re with me, I’m happy. I love you, Rosie,” he muttered with a smile, kissing the corner of my mouth. But he didn’t understand. There’s so much more to it. I’ve killed. And there’s a high chance I’ll do it again.

 “It’s not that simple, Harry,” I muttered, lowering my gaze. I wrapped my arms around myself, softly stroking Harry’s shirt I wore with my fingers. “I’m a murderer, Harry. I’ve killed my previous boyfriends because of what I am.” I sighed heavily, tears thickening in my eyes. “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t want to put you in any trouble.”

I tried getting out of his arms again, but he tightened his hold of me, using his spare hand to turn my chin to face him.

“Do you love me?” he asked. He searched my eyes deeply as if attempting to seek the answer to his burning question. I took my bottom lip between my teeth before letting my head nod slowly. “Then be with me. I trust you with my life, Rosie. I need you, okay?”

His words left me breathless. No one’s told me that they trust me before. A warm smile curved on my lips, the sorrow in my heart lifting little by little. That word always stuck with me. Trust. I let my lips part, a smile deepened the corners of my mouth as I whispered my response.

“Okay.”

“Good,” Harry whispered, leaving a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Now I think you owe me an explanation, don’t you?”

I swallowed hard, a lump forming in my throat. I bit my bottom lip harder, my mind spinning with so many pictures all at once, my parents’ death, what I did in that alleyway and twice before that.

“My parents,” I eventually croaked, gazing up at Harry. I should start from the beginning, when all of this started.

“And they all lived…”

“Happily ever after,” my mother and I spoke together. I grinned up at her, taking in her elegance with my five year old eyes. She was beautiful, her long dark hair flowing down her back. Her eyes sparkled, the light of my bedside lamp glinting off of them. She perched on the side of my bed, gazing down at me as she closed the story book, her large engagement ring glistening brightly on her finger. She placed the book on the bedside table and reached out to me, cupping my face in her soft hand. I nestled into her palm, breathing in the gorgeous smell of her hand wash. She stroked my cheek with her thumb, making me feel warm and loved inside.

“One more time mummy, please,” I pleaded, batting my eyelashes at her. Her smile broadened as she rolled her eyes.

“Fine,” she sighed, knowing that I could wrap her around my little finger. I pulled my arm out of the duvet, offering it to her. She wrapped his long fingers around my skinny wrist, my palm facing upwards.

“Round and round the garden like a teddy bear,” she spoke softly, running her fingertip around the palm of my hand. “One step, two step,” she continued, her voice growing louder as she made footsteps up my forearm with her fingers. “Tickle you under there,” she laughed, squeezing her hand under my armpit. She tickled me, her smile widening as I laughed loudly, tilting my head back. I loved it when my mother did this. It was like our own little thing, doing that nursery rhyme. She continued to move her fingers under my arm, letting go of my wrist before tickling my stomach. I gasped quickly, unable to breathe as I laughed louder.

My mother eventually pulled back, my laughter slowly dying down. My chest rose and fell heavily as I calmed down, my mother beaming down at me. I laid back down fully on the bed, humorous tears in my eyes.

“I love you, mummy,” I finally said up to her once I was calm again. I slipped my arm back under the covers before my mother pulled the duvet up to my chin. I watched as a smile slowly grew on her pretty face, happy tears glistening in her eyes.

“I love you too, baby,” she muttered, widening her smile. “Your father and I will be back later, okay?” she asked.

My heart sunk as she pulled her hand from my face and stood up, her eyes never leaving mine. I nodded slowly, sad that my parents were going out tonight. I always felt safe at night knowing that they were only next door sleeping in their own bedroom. I blinked back the tears, not wanting my mother to feel guilty for leaving tonight.

I watched as she flattened down her long, silk dress. It clung perfectly onto her curves, showing off her bust, the material flowing down to the ground. The light shone off of the red silk material, showing off every part of her body. The dress was low cut, thin straps resting on her slim shoulders. A slit was cut up the side of the dress, exposing her stunning legs. I stared at her in awe and amazement at how perfect she was.

“Are you ready, darling?” my father called before entering my room. He was adjusting his tie as he strode in. But as soon as he saw my mother in that dress, his hands stopped instantly, his whole body lighting up. That sparkle in his eye never changed, that smile never fading away when he saw her. I grinned up at both of them, feeling the love grow in the room. He stepped towards her, his eyes wandering up and down her slim figure. He stood in front of her, placing his hands on his hips. Their chests were pressed together as he snaked his strong arms around her, gazing deeply into her eyes. He moved his head closer to her ear, whispering something to her. She had her hands on his shoulders as he spoke to her, smiling widely as his lips grazed her ear. She laughed softly before he pulled back, tucking a strand of her luscious hair behind her ear. I could see the gap between them growing smaller as she leaned into him, biting her lipstick-red lip. I smiled at them from my bed as they kissed, wrapping their arms around each other. I wanted a relationship just like that when I was older, the sparkle never dying, the love never fading.

My father eventually pulled back, a corner of his mouth turned up. “We’d better go. Amelia and Samuel are waiting for us next door.”

Samuel and Amelia: my parent’s closest friends. I had known them my whole life. They had no children so always treated me as one of their own. Samuel would babysit me whenever my mother had extra shifts at work with Amelia and my father was on an errand for my mother.

All four of them spent so much time with each other, being the two perfect couples of the town. They lived next door to us, so happy, so in love like my parents were. Samuel would often go to the pub or golfing with my father while I would go with mother and Amelia to the park or the seaside. Amelia had long straight ginger hair with bright green eyes. She had a slim figure like my mother and I would often find them trying on one another’s clothes.

Samuel was big built, his strong chest always shown off by his sharp suits. He had dark, slicked back hair on his head with deep brown eyes. I would say that he was almost as handsome as my father, but my father had something different about him, someone everyone loved however much they disliked him. But no one disliked him, no one could dislike him.

My mother and Amelia were friends as children, their mothers close when they were little too. Both mother and Amelia worked as waitresses at The Swan, a restaurant down town. I remembered going there once when my father wanted to surprise my mother.

I was sat on the cushioned seat, decorated around the edges with golden swans. My father was sat opposite me, his hands resting on his lap as he waited patiently for mother. He told me he had a surprise for her, but wouldn’t tell me what it was. He made me wear my best dress and a little bow in my hair. I could hear my father’s feet tapping on the carpet nervously as we sat at our table, beautifully laid out. My eyes wandered to each piece of cutlery lying on the table cover, tall glass wines standing proud, still clean as my father refused to drink, saying he needed a clear head tonight.

My heart beat faster suddenly when my father’s face lit up, his jaw dropping as he stared over my shoulder. The blue in his eyes lit up as he sucked in a breath before his lips relaxed into a loving smile. I spun around in my chair, letting a smile curve on my lips as my mother approached us wearing her waitress uniform. Shock spread over her gorgeous face as she saw us. I glanced back at my father, my smile widening. He winked at me before standing up, the chair scraping back silently on the royal red carpet beneath it.

I looked back around as my father embraced my mother lovingly, wrapping his arms around her waist. He pulled her close to him, murmuring softly into her ear. She giggled like a small girl before glancing over his shoulder to me. Her smile automatically grew as she saw me. She pulled back from my father and ran over to me in her heels, not stumbling once. I opened my little arms as wide as I could, waiting for my mother’s hug. She flung her arms around me, squeezing me tightly. I knew that whenever she had long shifts at work she would always miss being back at home with me and father.

She planted a kiss on my cheek before pulling back, wiping the lipstick mark off of my skin with her thumb just after. I beamed up at her as my father took her hand from behind. She flashed me a warm smile before turning to my father, the whole room now hushed.

I sat in the chair, swinging my legs back and forth as my dad spoke loving words about mother. And I agreed with every one of them. Then my father got down on one knee, still holding one of mother’s hands. I watched in awe as my father fumbled about in his jacket pocket before pulling out a small dark red box. I couldn’t see my mother’s reaction from behind her, but I could sense the smile, the happy tears in her eyes. Then he asked her to marry him. And she said yes.

“That was the happiest day of our lives,” I told Harry, still sat in the middle of the band stand. “Their wedding was planned to be two weeks after my fifth birthday, a week after their deaths.”

“We’d better go. Amelia and Samuel are waiting for us next door,” my father spoke before unwrapping his arms from mother. He strolled over to me, flashing his warm, dimpled smile. I beamed up at his broad figure as he reached down, ruffling my hair softly. He gave me one of his winks, bending down closer to me. “Be a good girl and try not to disturb Hannah, okay?” he asked. I nodded quickly, knowing my babysitter was downstairs watching TV. “Good girl, Rosalie,” he murmured, letting a smile grow on his face before he pulled back. My mother soon rushed over to us, bending down and planting soft kisses over my face.

“Good night sweetheart,” she whispered to me before kissing my cheek suddenly.

But then the room grew silent. Our hearts stopped in our chests. The sudden horrendous noises of glass smashing and loud, painful thumps echoed around us. My mother stood up straight, shooting a look to my father behind her. My eyes shot from each one of them as I took my bottom lip harshly between my teeth. Then we heard a woman’s scream, Amelia’s scream.  I sat up in bed, the noises growing loudly, more frightening from next door. I hugged myself tightly as my mother’s body froze on the spot, tears in her eyes as she heard her best friend’s scream pierce into the room.

“Mummy…?” I croaked, my bottom lip quivering. My father placed a hand on my mother’s arm from behind, squeezing it softly. She spun around as my whole body shook with fright.

“What’s going on?” she asked my father, her words trembling as they escaped her mouth. My father opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by a shriek. I could see goose bumps rising on my mother’s bare arms, her back jerking as she sobbed quietly. My father embraced her, rubbing her back softly.

“I’ll go see what’s happening,” my father said into her ear, glancing at me over her shoulder. He tried flashing me one of his smiles, but it looked false, forced. He pulled back, placing his hands on my mother’s upper arms. “I’ll be back in a minute, okay?” he asked, wiping the tears from my mother’s eyes. She nodded weakly as my father looked back over at me. He gave me a wink before darting out of the room, leaving my mother shaking by my bed.

“Mummy,” I moaned softly, reaching my arms out to her.

She turned back around, her tears running the mascara down her cheeks, but she still looked gorgeous. She suddenly jumped when a thump cut into the room. Amelia screamed out in pain.

“Mummy,” I moaned loudly, tears swelling in my eyes. “Stop, please. Mummy, make them stop,” I sobbed.

She rushed over to me, sitting beside me on the bed. Her arms enveloped me as she pulled me into her chest. She fiddled with the hair on the top of my head, running her shaking fingers through it as she tried to comfort me. Her breath tickled my small ear as she whispered down to me, holding me close against her warm body.

“Everything’s going to be okay, sweetie. Daddy will be back soon,” she mumbled to me, but her trembling voice didn’t convince me. Her body went stiff whenever she heard a noise from next door. I could hear my father speaking softly to Hannah before the front door slammed shut. I breathed out shakily as the sound of my father’s voice came from the next house.

“Samuel, what the hell is…?”

But he was cut off.

A horrendous thump echoed into the room, the sound of ribs cracking sending daggers down my spine. The noise of a hard object hitting a glass cabinet rang in my ears. My father.

I pulled back from my mother, gazing up at her blurry figure. Tears thickened in my eyes as my father’s scream flew into the room, making me feel weak, faint. A loud sob burst from my mother’s mouth before she pulled me to her chest again. But then silence suddenly grew thick around us. Amelia and my father’s screams had stopped, the sound of pain, agony ending. My small body relaxed slightly in my mother’s arms, but she was still tense and frightened. I tilted my head to look up at her. Her bottom lip trembled as she stared straight ahead of her, above my head. Her eyes were wide and swollen, makeup smeared over her face.

The silence seemed to last forever, but then our front door slammed shut. I pulled away from mother, quickly jumping out of bed before she could stop me.

“Daddy!” I screamed, running towards my open bedroom door. But the scream of my babysitter downstairs stopped me from believing my father had come back. I stopped in the middle of the room, my small legs shaking violently under me.

That’s when a dark figure appeared at my door. Its fists were clenched, a dark coloured liquid dripping from its mouth. The figure’s clothes were stained with blood, its eyes wide, piercing. But I recognised them. Dark, almost as handsome as my father’s. I screamed out, tears running down my red face. An evil smirk stained Samuel’s face as he glared down at me.

Suddenly I was picked up from behind, my mother’s strong fragrance encircling me, my back to her chest. My legs dangled as my mother stepped back shakily, holding me close to her. Samuel stepped into my bedroom, every object in the room shaking. I shifted around in my mother’s arms, not wanting to look at that beast anymore. I flung my arms around my mother’s neck, burying my head into her shoulder. She tightened her arms around me, whispering shakily into my ear.

“I love you, baby. Never forget that,” she sobbed into my ear, stroking the back of my head. But I was suddenly wrenched from her arms, dangling in the air by the scruff of my neck. I flailed my arms and legs about violently as Samuel had hold of me in his outstretched arm. My mother screamed out, lunging towards us. Samuel suddenly slammed a blood stained hand into her chest. I watched in tears as her body flew back, over my bed, and violently hit the wall across the room with a thump. Her body grew heavy as she collapsed onto the floor, a pool of blood by her head. Her eyelids slowly closed, her numb body lying lifeless on the carpet.

I squirmed around violently, kicking and screaming loudly as the beast refused to let me down, to go to my mother. He slowly walked towards my mother’s hurt body, still dangling me in his outstretched arm. My eyes hurt as I cried, my chest heaving as I tried to fight against the grip of this beast. But then he let me go.

I fell down, soon crashing onto my bed, bouncing on the mattress. Samuel continued to step closer to my mother’s vulnerable body. My form froze as my young mind tried to think of what to do. I could run; I could get help. I could run.

As Samuel got nearer to my mother, staring down at her, I glanced back at the open door before springing back off of the bed. But I only managed a few steps before I was dangling in the air again, kicking and screaming once more. Samuel stormed over to the door, slamming it shut before grabbing the key from the top of the door frame. My screams bounced off of the four walls as he used his spare hand to lock the door.

He then strode back to the bed, dropping me onto it once again. He stood at the bottom of my bed, glaring down at me.

“Stay there,” he growled, his eyes piercing into mine.

My blood ran cold as I stared up at him, my screaming now stopped. I sat shakily on my bed as he turned to the side and strode over to my mother sprawled out across the floor. Her body slowly began to shift, a whimper escaping her mouth as she regained consciousness. She rolled over onto her back, but her body suddenly grew still as she stared up, her red eyes connecting with the figure standing over her. She tried scrambling to her feet, but she could barely move off of the ground. Samuel stepped over her and turned around, crouching down beside her. On her back, she stared up at him, her lips moving slightly as she spoke.

“Spare Rosalie, please,” she sobbed quietly.

I could see her muscles giving up inside of her as she laid on her back, not bothering to run away. She knew she wouldn’t escape. I watched tearfully as Samuel gathered her weak body into his rippled arms, a smirk plastered on his face. Cold shivers ran down my spine as her upper body laid heavy in his arms, her legs spread out at unusual angles on the ground in front of her. Her head dangled back as Samuel’s arm snaked under her back, the other pulling the strands of hair off of her neck, exposing her soft skin. His fingertips grazed her neck, his snarl widening as he did so. My mother’s breaths grew shorter, less frequent as Samuel craned his head down closer to her neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered down to her, his lips brushing against her exposed neck. “And now you’re mine.”

My jaw dropped, my whole body growing cold, numb as I watched him slowly sink his teeth into my mother’s neck. She gasped slightly before relaxing in his arms, her eyelids drooping. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out, only air. Samuel slowly sucked, the smile widening on his face as my mother’s blood filled his mouth, running down his throat. My eyes widened, the rest of my body refusing to move as I stared from my bed.

I watched as the last breath escaped from my mother’s mouth, her skin so pale; her chest stopped moving. Samuel pulled his teeth back out, blood dripping from the end of them and onto my mother’s neck. He straightened his back, smirking broadly as he looked down at her. He sighed happily before he moved his arms from under her, dropping her back on the ground like a rag doll. Her upper body crashed back to the ground, her head tilting to the side as she laid there lifelessly. Samuel lifted his chin, his eyes glaring straight into mine as though he was peering into my soul. I trembled as he slowly wiped his bloody mouth with the back of his hand. I couldn’t look away from him, my heart feeling like it was being crushed in my chest.

He suddenly jumped up, dashing over to me in a blur, reminding me of The Flash, the way he raced over to me, like he had super speed. Again, I stared up at him as he stood at the bottom of my bed, my own mother’s blood dripping onto my bed covers. I eventually managed to move, my small body slowly shuffling up to the top of my bed until my back crashed into the head board. I whimpered softly, pressing myself as close to the board as I could. But I couldn’t escape.

The monster reached out suddenly, gripping my ankles. He pulled me down the bed until I was lying flat on my back. The evil figure climbed on top of me, his muscled chest crushing my small body. He cupped my chin, his fingertips digging into my cheeks as he wrenched my head to the side, exposing my neck. I held my breath as his head moved closer to my neck. His breath was hot, sharp against my skin, sending shivers down my body. I tried squirming around under him, my arms pinned to my sides under his body.

“Don’t,” he snarled down to me, my mother’s blood dripping onto my face. I whimpered again, a smirk staining the murderer’s face. He was once so handsome, someone I looked up to, my parents trusted. But now he was a beast, killing his own wife and my parents tonight. He inched his mouth closer to my neck, his hand still under my chin as his breath grew hotter against my skin.

I yelped, pain striking through my whole body. I could feel his teeth digging deep into my neck, my veins ripping open. My whole body was numb, my muscles growing weaker with every suck he did. My body slowly began feeling lighter, relaxed as the blood drained out of me. Suddenly exhaustion crashed into me, my eyelids feeling too heavy to keep up. I closed my eyes, picturing my parents. A bright light suddenly shone in my mind, my parents’ shadowy figures standing there.

“Come to us, sweetheart,” my father’s voice said softly.

“Mummy’s here baby. Just step a little closer and you’ll be with us,” my mother spoke.

I could hear the smile in her voice as she convinced me to join them in Heaven. They reached their arms out to me, a mixture of my mother’s perfume and my father’s cologne flowing up my nose. My skin tingled at the thought of spending forever with them, feeling their touch, their kisses on my cheek. I inched closer to them, already feeling their arms embrace me.

But then my whole body was wrenched back, their figure’s quickly fading away.

“Mummy! Daddy!” I screamed, the light dying down in my mind.

My mother and father’s voices grew weaker, their words fading away fast. I flailed my arms and legs about, feeling as though a large hand was clawed around my body from behind, pulling me away from my parents and where I wanted to be forever.

My eyes shot open, bright lights flashing outside of my bedroom window. My neck ached, my body barely able to move. I strained every muscle in my body as I slowly turned my head to the side, seeing my mother’s dead body lying heavily on the floor by the wall, bite marks in her neck. I looked back up at the ceiling, Samuel’s body no longer pressed to mine, my bedroom window now wide open. Sirens grew louder, ringing in my ears as someone was trying to kick my bedroom door down. I used the little strength I had to scream out, pain suddenly crashing into me. The smell of blood flew up my nostrils as my body started growing numb again. Each muscle in my young body weakened, my eyelids feeling heavy. I let them droop, my screams dying down as I grew sleepier. The noise of my door swinging open, loud voices surrounding me was faint as sleep beckoned me.

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