How sweet the Taste

With a world full of mysteries, secrets and lies, how certain are you that you aren't apart of something beautifully dangerous? Something incredibly supernatural? Anna was fairly certain from a young age that something just wasn't right.


53. Rage

Harry’s POV


    I watched her wide eyes shed their last tear, her lips releasing their last breath as she slumped back against the plain white sheets of the bed I had put her on. I placed my fist between my teeth, biting down hard to keep from crying out. I wanted to turn away and do what needs to be done but I couldn’t move an inch from her side and I knew I never will be able to.


    “It’s okay, mate. She will be fine. It’s all part of the cycle.” Niall said, his hand landing heavily on my shoulder.


    “That may be, but it doesn’t make it any less painful.” Zayn spoke up, coming to my defense.


    Nothing else was said after that as the other flitted around, cleaning up the broken glass in the bathroom and running random errands has we wait. A chair found its way to Anna’s bed side and I plopped down in it, silently thanking whoever had placed it there. I scooted the chair forward as close as I could, taking Anna’s still warm hands between mine. I kiss the back of her hand, placing my cheek over it. I could feel her body already losing its warmth, the room silent from her heartbeat. I take in a shaky breath and close my eyes. I need to be strong because there’s no telling what we will face when she wakes up.





    Another glass shattered against the wall, Liam’s brown eyes wide as he dodges another cup. He moves quickly, the sharp clatter of glass shattering a few feet away from him.


    “Mate, calm down!” Zayn yells from across the room, watching the chaos before him.


    “How do you expect me to be calm?” I growl, chunking a glass at him. He moves out of the way, the cup shattering against the brick wall.


    I tilt the rest of my bottle up, letting its contents burn the back of my throat as I down it. I shake my head quickly, squeezing my eyes shut as the burning makes its way down. I quickly discard the glass container, turning my back before it even crashed into one of the wooden doors. 


    “She’s not gonna wake up, is she?” I ask, hating myself for the weak tremble in my voice.


    “She will, you just have to give her time.” Louis answered, his voice own voice strained.


    “It’s been six f.ucking hours!” I yell as I turn around to face him.


    “She’s different, Harry. She is the only one of her kind, so none of us know how long it will take for her body to transition. It could take six hours or six days. You have to be patient and not fall apart just because her body isn’t ready when you want it to be.” Louis snaps, his blue-green eyes blazing.


    “You care for her, don’t you?” I ask, feeling my own anger rising.


    “Don’t start with me today, Styles. It’s been rough on everybody.” Louis answers, dodging my question.


    “It has been rough on everybody but you are the only one getting just as worked up over it as me.” I say, turning my body to face him completely.


    “No, I’m not getting drunk and breaking priceless dishes.” Louis growls, turning his back on me.


    “I see the way you look at her. I’m not stupid. I know a love sick puppy when I see one.” I smirk, watching him still his movements.


    “You don’t know anything about me.” Louis said, turning back around.


    “I don’t have to know anything about you to know that you are trying to steal my soul mate away from me. But, I have news for you. It’s not happening.” I say, watching the boy before me smirk.


    “Soul mate? Mate, I don’t think she feels the same way.” Louis said, crossing his arms over his chest.


    “She does, she just doesn’t know it yet.” I reply, sobering up a little.


    “Is that what you tell yourself? does it help you sleep at night? Or day?” Louis asked, raising his eyebrows at me.


    “She was placed on this earth for me. It’s destined to be just as it will.” I say, matching his stance.


    “If she was meant for you then how did she find her way into my arms?” Louis asked, a smug smirk placed on his face.


    “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, feeling my skin heat up.


    “The night you attacked her, she called me. I picked her up. I took her home. I kept her company that night.” Louis informed me, daring me to read between the lines.


    The room was silent for a few seconds, the breathing of three other vampires stopped as I let the new information sink in. I thought back to that night, remembering the exact events that lead up to her running away from me has fast as her legs could take her. I remember crashing my room and then the boys talking me into going out to blow some steam. I remember seeing Anna and her forgiving me. I also remember her trying to hide something from me but something slipped past her walls, a simple image. Louis’s smug smirk evolved into a grin as he lifted his shirt, the tops of a familiar pair of boxers showing. 


“You son of a b.itch!” I growl and launched myself at him.

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