I fell asleep in his arms last night for the first time in a long time, but the nightmares that I had were evil. They felt so real, like I was back in hell. I woke up screaming, and the light from the window was shining directly inside of my face. Harry had both of his arms wrapped around my waist tightly. I knew that he was scared I might leave. I kissed his lips gently to wake him up, and he jumped, but quickly kissed me back.
"I missed those" I said smiling.
"What's that?" He asked.
"Your good morning, and good night kisses." I said pulling away, and biting my lip. He was just staring at me, watching every word that came out of my lips.
"Paisley, you look so much better today." He said sitting up, and touching the side of my face.
"What do you mean?" I asked. I hadn't exactly been able to check myself out in a mirror.
"Yesterday, you literally looked like you had died. You looked pale, and you felt cold, you had no color, your eyes were literally grey. Your lips were cracked, and your skin was so dry. I felt his hand rub down my upper arm. "Now, you are so warm, you have color in your cheeks, your lips, mm, they are so soft." He said after giving me a quick peck on the lips.
"I have never seen you looking this healthy." He said.
"I could say the same about you." I said smiling at him.
"Where are you parents?" I asked sitting up.
"They left on vacation, they won't be back for another week." He said smiling.
"You know, nobody else can see me, they will freak out." I said.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"I am suppose to be dead, my dad had to burry me in the ground. My family thinks I am dead, and gone, and so does everyone else. I cant just walk around town like I used to." I said.
"You're right, well what are we going to do then.. You can't just hide forever, someone will eventually find out." He said.
"I guess we will have to play this by day, when that times come we will have to figure it out, because I have no idea what to even do. I don't know why I am alive again." I said, but I could tell that he was focused on my hips.
I quickly pulled my shirt over it.
"Paisley what was that?" He asked, I could tell he was curious, and angry.
"It's nothing Harry." I said.
"Tell me right now." He demanded. pulling my shirt up just above my hips. When I looked down I already knew what to expect, there was a huge scar, a bite mark stretching from my from my front hip, all the way to my back on the opposite side of me. The bite mark had to of been at least a foot, and a half in diameter.
"I have three of them.." I said slowly pulling down my pants to show my inner thigh. and then pulling my shirt off to show him my shoulder. My shoulder, and inner thigh each had almost identical bite marks.
"What are they?" He asked.
"Hell hound bites.." I murmured under my breath, each time I would glance at it, it was like I could feel the pain all over again. The fangs of them digging dip under my flesh.
"Those clothes are filthy, I will go get some of my moms, and bring them to you." He said just before hopping off of the bed, and down the hallway.
I had just gotten dressed when we could hear a heavy knock on the door. He looked at me in fear. "Who would that be?" I asked.
"I am not expecting anyone." He said not taking his eyes off of me. He went to the closet in his bedroom, and grabbed a baseball bat.
"You are staying here, if I say run, you run." He said walking over to me.
"I am not leaving you again." I said.
"Listen to me." He said, and then kissed me before he started to head towards the stairs that lead to the front door.
"Be careful." I said.
"Hide in the closet!" He whispered back to me, and I listened.
Then I could hear the door swing open and crash into the wall. Two men walking in yelling, and then a huge thug.
"Where is she?!" They were both yelling repeatedly.
"Leave her alone." Harry said.
"Tell us where she is." One of the men yelled, and then I could hear another thud, and Harry groaning.
I pushed the closet door open, and went running down the stairs, until I was between the two men, and Harry.
"Get away from him." I yelled at both of then placing my one hand on Harry, and holding the other in front of me as to keep them away.
"Paisley, Run." Harry said between his heavy breaths.
"I am not letting them do this to you, especially over me." I said. The one of them with short hair was chuckling looking back at the other with shaggy brown hair.
"Who said we were looking for you?" He said.
"Because its not every day a girl rises back from hell." I said, and then the smile wiped right off of his face.
"You're her?" He asked.
"I guess it depends who you are looking for?" I said turning to make sure that Harry was okay. He was holding his chest, and his nose was bleeding.
"Listen.-" The one with short hair started, and then the one with Shaggy hair interrupted, him, and stepped towards me.
"Paisley, we need you to come with us." He said.
"She isn't going anywhere!" Harry said, trying to get back to his feet.
I still stood in between them, but I knew that if a fight was to break out I couldn't really stop it.
"You're Dean, aren't you?" I asked looking at the one with short hair.
"How do you know who I am." He said staring directly into my eyes.
"They talk about you a lot down in hell. You seem to be very popular. The only other human to rise back from hell." I said smirking as if I had said something smart.