“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!


55. Victims

Zed jumped off of the sofa and went over to the stained bed behind the sofa. The bed groaned, a disgusting smell emanating in the room as he shifted the mattress around. I turned in my seat as Zed shoved his hand around under the mattress, his tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth as he searched for something. He groaned in annoyance, rolling his dark eyes until his arm suddenly stopped searching.

“Ah!” he shouted out as he wrenched an object from under the yellow mattress. A pleased grin spread over his face as he bounded back over to the sofa, collapsing heavily next to me. A large, silver tin was clasped in both of his bulky hands, small stickers of superheroes covering the lid. He placed it on his lap. I watched in silence as he tugged the lid off roughly. A thick, dusty book lay inside. The cover was deep red, no title or author engraved on the velvet.

Zed took a deep breath as he carefully pulled the book out. He moved the tin further down his lap towards his knees before resting the heavy book on his thighs. He never looked away from the book as Zed delicately ran one hand across the soft velvet.

“What is it?” I asked softly.

“My dad gave it to me before he passed away.” He wrenched his eyes from the book and stared at me, the emotion in his eyes still shocking me. “It’s a book about vampires.”

My eyes widened, my body growing cold as my eyes flickered down to the book. There could be so much information in there to help me, to understand what I really am. But a knot formed in my chest. Did I really want to know about what I am and this curse that I carry? I realised I was staring at the book, deep in thought, as Zed continued talking.

“After I witnessed what happened to my sister,” he croaked, trying to make his voice sound normal as he carried on, “I looked up the liquid in this book, and found this…” I noticed a small piece of paper was tucked into a page, marking it. Zed opened the book up, the pages almost as yellow as his mattress. He soon found the page marked with the paper, scanning through the tiny writing until he found what he wanted.

“This is it.” He poked at a line of written text with his chubby finger, drawing my attention to halfway down the page. “Aquavirine, a blue, glitter coloured liquid designed for one purpose only, to kill a vampire. Made up of human blood, the DNA of the first victim and a single hair from the vampire, this liquid, once injected into the body, will stop a vampire’s heart.” Zed’s voice droned on, reading from the ancient book, but my mind was elsewhere, slowly devising a plan to end all of this, to kill a vampire.

“Rosalie.” Zed’s voice suddenly cut into my thoughts, using a stern tone to grab my attention.

“Huh?” I mumbled, tearing my eyes from the book to glance at him.

“Did you get that last bit?”

I shook my head, biting my bottom lip as I thought of Samuel’s cold, dead body lying in front of me, his eyes wide open, staring up at me. A smile slowly grew on my face at the thought of him finally getting what he deserved. Death.

Zed suddenly coughed dramatically, dragging my thoughts back to him. “A vampire’s body can cope with a small amount of the liquid inserted into the body for a while, but to quicken the process to kill, the needle must be inserted in a vampire’s strong point, the neck. This will have an instant effect on the vampire, killing it immediately. The liquid will run through the veins, quickly burning the vampire from the inside. Once the liquid touches the heart, the vampire will be stone dead.”

“I don’t have enough time to make this liquid though,” I said. “Harry’s with him right now. I need to get there as quick as possible.”

A smile appeared on Zed’s plump lips, drumming his fingers on the page of the book.

“What?” I asked.

Zed stayed silent, carefully closing the old book before reaching into the silver tin. I watched in silence as he pulled out a needle, carrying a familiar liquid. The glitter sparkled in the light of the room. My jaw dropped as he brought the needle up in front of our faces, grinning proudly at himself. “B-but where did you…I mean you’re not a…so how did you…?”

“It was left on the table after he murdered my sister. I grabbed it and kept it before he realised.” I closed my mouth, letting a smile play on my lips. “Use it.” He thrust it towards me, his smile fading away as he hissed to me. “Kill him!”

My lips parted, but nothing came out. I soon realised I was staring and nodded quickly, taking the needle from him. I rolled it across my palm, watching the liquid splash around inside. I suddenly clasped my hand around it, feel ready to kill Samuel.

I pulled myself up from the sofa, shoving the needle into the back pocket of my jeans. Zed stood up with me, both of us staring at each other, trying to understand what had just happened in these last few minutes. Zed finally offered me his hand to shake, grinning at me. I took it, giving him a grateful smile.

“Good luck,” he said.

I nodded to him, squeezing his large hand. “Thanks, Zed,” I replied, feeling tears behind my eyes. The picture of Harry battered and bruised as he was bound to that chair flashed in my head like lightening. A look of concern spread over Zed’s face as my smile fell from my lips.

“You’ll get him back, Rosalie,” he muttered, squeezing my hand back.

I gave him a weak smile in return as he let go of my hand. I patted my back pocket before giving Zed a smile. I strolled towards the front door, feeling ready to stop Samuel.

“Oh and Rosalie?” Zed called from behind.

I spun around, letting the smile relax on my face. “Yeah?” I asked.

“Be careful.”

A smile deepened on the corners of my mouth as I nodded in return. “You too, Zed. See you around.” I turned back around and swung the door open, never feeling this surge of power wash over me like this before. I was finally ready.


I stared up at the building surrounded by a metal gate, swallowing down the hard lump forming in my throat. My hands trembled madly by my sides as I took a shaky step forward, knowing that Harry was in there, beaten, bruised. I shuddered at the thought of Samuel touching Harry, laughing as he attacked him. My heart beat insanely in my chest, about to explode out of my ribs. I took a deep breath, letting it out heavily. I could feel my muscles tingling, my fists locked as anger sizzled inside of me. I dug my fingernails into my palms, needing to control myself if I wanted the plan to work. I quickly patted my back pocket, the outline of the needle touching my palm, before stepping up to the gate.

As I reached out to push it open, a painful grunt echoed around the estate. Harry screamed out in pain again inside the building before a slapping noise made me flinch. Fury coursed through me suddenly as I hissed through my teeth, angry tears pricking my eyes. I violently pushed the large metal gate before marching up to the door slamming my hand into it.

The room was pitch black, the painful screaming stopping instantly. My body shook with fright, the room being too quiet for my liking. The door suddenly slammed shut behind me, the darkness surrounding me instantly. I fumbled around the dark for the light switch, but I struggled to find it, letting an annoyed grunt escape form my mouth. A small whimper soon caught my attention coming from behind me. I spun around, whispers encircling me in the blackness.

“Rosie,” Harry whispered painfully.

I took a shaky step forward, my eyes darting from side to side as I tried searching the darkness. “I’m here, Harry,” I whispered back. I suddenly gasped, leaping back as my upper body crashed into something soft. I hesitated before shakily reaching out, letting my hand wander over the material. I pushed my hand into the object, making it swing in front of me. It was hanging from the ceiling.

The lights flickered on for a second before I was plunged back into darkness. I blinked rapidly, a round figure being exposed in the light before hidden again. Goose bumps rose on my skin as the lights turned back on.

My hand flew up to my mouth as the dim light bulb revealed what I had bumped into. My jaw dropped as the thing was hung by its neck from the ceiling, the wool of the animal drenched in blood, a faint dripping sound echoing in the room. The sheep’s dead body sent shots of dread through me. It was my first victim, the first living thing I had killed as this monster.

A sob fell from my mouth as I stepped back, the poor, lifeless animal hanging by a rope in front of me. The lights flickered off again as I spun around, soon crashing into another object. I gasped as my body slammed into the new hanging object before me. My eyebrows drew together in confusion until the lights flickered back on.

My legs weakened under me with shock. I fell to the floor, tears blurring my vision. But I couldn’t look away from what was hanging above me. His blonde hair was still stuck up on his head, his blue eyes wide open, staring down at me.

“Niall,” I sobbed, a rope tight around his neck, his legs dangled in front of me. I scrambled back up to my feet as blood oozed from his neck under the rope. It silently ran down his neck, staining the collar of his white polo shirt. His head was tilted to one side, his lips parted. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sobbed loudly, the noise muffled by my hand. My body shook uncontrollably as I slowly backed away, my tears making Niall a blurry figure hanging from the ceiling.

My back suddenly crashed into something else. I screamed out and spun around, coming face to face with a bare, muscled chest. His dark skin was dead cold, his eyes deeper than they’ve ever been. The rope was tight around Zayn’s neck, his body limp as he hung. Blood trickled down his neck, teeth marks clear on his skin. My eyes grew blind with tears as I reached up to him, stroking his cheek with the back of my fingers.  He was cold. My heart ached as he stared at me with his dead eyes, his quiff still perfectly sculpted on his head.

I was suddenly plunged back into darkness, familiar words being echoed around me.


My body grew cold as the whispers encircled me. I stepped back from Zayn’s body, my eyes trying to search in the dark for a way to get out of this room. I darted in any direction, my breaths quick as the whispers grew louder.

“Rosie, please.”

“Help me, Rosie.”

That’s when I crashed into another body, the light flickering on and off. I blinked rapidly, making out Liam’s soft features, his firm body hanging in front of me. His dead eyes were wide, staring straight ahead of him. But as the seconds passed, I noticed his eyes slowly moving downwards. I took a shaky step back as Liam’s gaze lowered until his eyes finally met mine. His lips gradually parted, breathy words tumbling from his mouth.

“Help me.”

A whimper fell from my lips. Liam’s body suddenly shook uncontrollably, jerking madly as he hung from the ceiling. Blood began to ooze from his neck, running down his pale skin. Liam let out pained grunts as he jerked madly, before his limbs finally slowed. He let out a final breath, his pale body hanging limp from the rope.

I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head violently, but their faces never left my mind. I had killed them. Everybody that I loved was gone. Because of me, of what I am. I could feel them around me, hanging by their necks, their dead eyes burning into me. My eyes flew open again, Liam’s voice as he was dying in my arms echoing in my mind.

“No,” I whispered, holding my head in my hands. “No!” my voice screamed out before my legs picked up speed, running towards the nearest door. My head throbbed unimaginably, my heart clasped inside a fist, squeezed so tight I couldn’t breathe. The lights flickered madly above me, voices spinning around inside the room. But one voice overpowered the rest.

“I love you, baby. Never forget that.”

It was coming from behind me. I stopped running and spun around quickly, sprinting towards her voice as it grew louder, more welcoming. I wanted my mother’s warmth and affection. I wanted to run into her arms and realise this had all been a dream.

The lights suddenly flickered on, my body stopping instantly at the sight before me. My parents’ bodies were hanging in front of me. I gasped, taking a step back in shock. My mother, she was still in her red silk dress, flowing down to her ankles as her feet hung a few feet from the ground. My eyes flickered back up to her face, then to my father’s next to her. My tear-filled eyes widened as their lips barely moved on their pale faces. They were mumbling something, but I couldn’t make it out. I took a small step forward, their lips moving in sync as they repeated the same word over and over.


And I did as they said. I ran. But not away from this place. The lights suddenly turned off completely, leaving me to find a way to get to Harry. I tried running, but a body jumped down in front of me, the heavy object stopping suddenly in the air before its feet reached the ground. It dangled in the air before me, the rope tight around its neck. I screamed out, the outline of the figure large, muscled. I took a step closer, trying to figure out who it was. The body swung in front of me as a small light from outside flickered onto his bloody neck.

“Oh my God.”

The light had revealed a tattoo of a set of sharp teeth marked on his skin at the bottom of his neck. Drops of blood dropped from the end of the sharp teeth, running down his neck and shoulder. Now I finally understood the meaning of it. It was his death.

“Hello, Rosalie.”

The lights turned back on as I spun around to face the voice, knowing exactly who it was. But my muscles suddenly softened, my fists unclenching as my eyes connected with his. Samuel was stood by the changing room door, his muscled arm around a weak figure’s neck from behind. The figure could barely keep himself up, heavily resting back on Samuel’s chest.

“Harry,” I whispered.

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