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The horizon's cherished dusk begins to shift as Harry accelerates down the desolate trail. An angst twists in his gut, one he cannot seem to shake off no matter how many deep breaths he musters. The high paced sonority wafting from the car speakers isn't helping either. Harry scarcely knows how to drive. He had been incarcerated since he was eight and never could obtain the rights to the most archetypal activities most teenagers took part in.

Not only does he quake at his benighted driving, but a corpse rots in the trunk. He wishes to get rid of the body, but without a clue where and how he stiffens behind the wheel and keeps a steady eye upon the road before him. His seraph remains limp beside him. He reaches a shaky, brambly hand out and caresses her cheek softly and then her neck. Goosebumps rise slowly under his skin.

He tenses as she begins to squirm. He mutely curses at himself for disregarding a proper plan. She is innately his, yet, she has yet to accept it. Until then, he has no notion of keeping her quiet. He checks his mirrors apprehensively and accelerates more to catch up to the speed limit which leaves him to tense more. He flicks his eyes from her to the road, studying her body. Her foot begins to move slightly, the movement carries up her leg. Her other foot does the same and soon, her face wrinkles.

"Shit," Harry mutters as he swiftly turns the wheel to the right and pulls the car over. He puts the car in park and twists his body towards Nova. She slowly stirs. She stretches her legs and rubs her eyes. Harry's eyes lighten, she is glorious. She opens her eyes gently just as he reaches his precarious hand out to her. She furrows her brows as she realizes her erroneous location. She opens her mouth to scream, yet Harry is quick to cover her mouth. "Shh, baby," He coos as he gets closer to her. She screams into his hand, her sweltering breath coats his palm in a saccharine dew.

His breathing becomes quivery as he stares within her frightened eyes. "Gorgeous," He whispers, his breath fans across her pale face. He wraps his other hand around her delectable neck. Her eyes begin to swell with unwieldy tears. "Sorry, love," He whispers as he tightens his grip. She thrashes below him, her petite hands grip his sturdy arms in attempt to lessen his grip. She claws at him as her vision becomes filmy. Soon, she is lull. Harry releases his grip and strokes her neck while checking her pulse. He releases a reassured breath as he feels her gentle heart still beating. Bruises are inevitable, he knows; it hurts him to realize that he must hurt her to keep her.

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Harry smudges at damp sweat that continuously trickles down his forehead. Just as the sun drifts fleetly across the afternoon sky, the car begins to ding. He focuses on the gas meter. It rests just above empty. He sighs sluggishly, smashing a hand on the steering wheel hard with a curse. He licks his lips and studies his surroundings. The road remains derelict in regards to the occasional small farm.

His back stiffens and his hands shake with uncertainty. The many miles he encounters thereafter leave him in alarm. His eyes dash madly across the impoverished terrain until he is met with a shadiness in the distance. His features soften and peering upon Nova once more, he speeds up.

That shadiness reveals a small, paltry gas station. The gas station is significantly aged. Harry frowns at the sight of it, but he is, nonetheless, relieved. His heart begins to triturate as he slowly pulls in. A man leans against the only gas pump visible. He swirls a toothpick in his mouth and it occasionally lifts his top lip, revealing a set of crooked, swarthy teeth. His eyes remain low as he studies the car.

        Harry immediately searches the middle console for any cash possible after breaking. He sighs in relief as he finds some. He rolls the window down which takes up a lot of time and strength since the notch is rather rusty. He offers a sly smile and a slight nod at the man. The man grunts loudly and sniffs back some snot as he switches his weight to both feet. He rubs his unkept whiskers as he saunters to the car.

        "Need a fill up, eh?" He asks impartially. Harry nods and smiles, his dimples catching the man's attention. "How much?" He asks next. Harry's eyes wander a moment in thought. He has no knowledge of auto care so he gives the best answer he can.

         "As much as she can hold." The man nods and his eyes flick to Nova in the passenger seat. Harry rests his smile as he studies the man's impassive face. He slightly furrows his brows a second before working the pump. Harry's breathing becomes wildly uneven, his hands become clammy and his forehead soon begins leaking with sweat once more.

        He keeps his head forward, staring down the road he is so desperate to get back on. His stomach churns more by the second. He licks his lips as he peers in the rearview mirror. He keeps an agog eye on the man. His neck dampens as he thinks of the body hiding in his trunk. Do you think he smells it? Do you think he knows? He's too close. Harry nearly shakes from accidental insight; he knows he must get rid of it, and he knows how.

        The man is taking up more time than necessary and Harry begins to feel faint from worry. As his wild eyes dash across the station, an obscurity catches his attention. It is not new nor intimidating. It is all too familiar. He stands beside the main building, arms crossed in such a way that his muscles swell. His hair is messier than it usually is and a soggy cigarette hangs loose between his lips. His face perks up at the sight of Harry's gaze and he salutes before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out in a steady line. His fingers grab a hold of the cigarette and throw it to the ground. Stomping it out quickly, his lips begin to move.

        His lips move leisurely, yet Harry cannot make out the exact word being said. Just as the car finishes filling up, he finally understands. Mine, the figure mouths before spitting threateningly upon the dirt. Harry looks upon Nova before looking back to the building. He is gone.

        The man quickly circles the car for what Harry assumes is a general check. He glares at Nova hard as he rounds the front of the car. Harry tenses up but tries to remain unruffled.

        "Anything else?" He asks, an uncertain look burns within his grey eyes.

        "Say, do you happen to have any gas containers?" Harry asks hesitantly. The man nods once and Harry flashes yet another dashing smile. "I'll take one of those." The air instantly turns dry and dormant. He slightly chuckles, "Long road trip, you know." He peers upon Nova for a second, "Never really ventured this far away from home so i'm not sure if there will be any opportunity for a fill up anytime soon." The man nods his head slowly.

        "Yeah, I mean no one really travels these roads." The man's voice broadens and his eyes become excessively intense. Harry feels torridity rip throughout his body and his hand threatens to touch his stainless steel but his charm never reels. With one final nod, the man goes inside the store to retrieve the item and ring up the price. Harry manages to recover any extra cash he can and pays the man eagerly. "You drive safe now," He says with a weak grin.

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Harry's emerald burns with a feral yellow as he stares upon the flame. His eyes are wide upon his study of the burning flesh and more so the presence of the smell. His kill perishes violently before him. Nova screams in his hand. She wiggles in his cruel grasp as if she were dying herself.

She knows; Harry did not have to tell her. Her mother burns before her very eyes. She never thought it possible the only significant emblem in her life would be taken from her this soon and in such a brutal way. She pictures her mother standing graciously beside her father and in that moment she wishes she could burn beside her mother. Harry holds her tight and severely but strokes her hair and coos in her ear as if he did nothing.

She struggles weekly below his muscle. She allows her body to go limp, hoping she would slip through his fingers like sand and disintegrate into nothing. Her whimpers and cries stop but her silent tears speak her pain. He holds her tighter, however. He startles her half to death as he whispers tenderly in her ear.

"Baby," he breathes. "Baby i'm here. I'm here. I will watch over you. You are mine and I vow to hold you 'till my dying breath." She weeps for her vulnerability and Harry only clutches her harder. Harry feels her pain and struggles to leak tears himself. All he is left to do is to keep her. He holds her tighter the broader her sobbing gets and peers past the decaying flame. He stares beyond him and meets onyx.

He meets the eyes of his onyx and his gut shifts. They mount larger than before. Their eyes glow with a carmine. They glow with anger and something else he cannot decipher. Harry begins to breath slow and steady, peering into their eyes with vigor. It is not over. He knows it and although he holds onto his precious seraph in full assurance, he begins to fear that his interminable past may get in the way of his only way out.

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A/N
Hey guys! I am so sorry it has taken me a while to update, I took my time with this chapter and it's actually one of my favs so far! Tell me what ya think and if you liked it go ahead and vote! Thank you all for your love and support.
-Isabelle<3

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