The Devil In Disguise (Marcel/Harry Fanfic)

I held in a gasp. My eyes widening.

Harry. The lead singer stood in front of me. Though the expression that had been friendly when we first met was far from it.

His lips curled up showing his shiny white teeth. He looked at me with pure hate and disgust.

He was wearing something much like when I had first met him.

Though he did look strangely familiar?

Shock ran through my body.

"I don't understand"

I looked around, realising they had me surrounded. There was no way out.

Harry sneered "Surprise sweetheart?"

Sweetheart?

His voice echoed inside my head as I remembered all the phone call, the murders, my dad.

A sudden rage ran through me. Not even thinking what this meant I more than growled "You! You killed my dad!"

Harry rolled his eyes, he put his hand to his chest and in a mock hurt voice "Ouch. Always the tone of accusation" He then said walking up to me, patronisingly "The poison wasn't even meant for him. But you already knew that didn't you?"

He added in a sickeningly sweet and snide voice "If it helps ease your pain. There's nothing you could of done to change his fate. I had been planning to get Niall and Zayn to kill him once you were poisoned, so either way, you could say he was a dead man walking"

I fumed. Half of me wanting to stake him. Though the other half of me new better, I had to know If he really was the vampire king, I had to know for certain.

I said, changing the subject, trying to get my mind from my dad "So it's you then? The vampire king?"

Harry sneered, he was very close to me now "In the flesh. Though you don't sound as scared as I thought you would"

Before I could reply, suddenly without him even moving I was being thrown against the wall. Then he was in my personal space. His eyes turned red. His skin went even more pale and he bared his teeth. I could see how sharp they had gotten and his fangs that slid through his gums.

He then truly looked frightening.

My heart pounded in my chest as I felt true fear grip hold of me. One hand shot up and gripped me by the throat. Hoisting me up in the air easily.

Harry hissed, his voice suddenly more animalistic and practically screamed death, he snarled "Though don't worry, I'll soon have you screaming"

I felt a sudden, sharp pain agonised through my hole body, setting my nerves on fire. Before I could even scream, everything went black.

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