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Chapter 43: Bloody Massacre

A/n:  Oh yeah, they don't go to a club bc idk, I changed my minddd. Oh yeah, btw I forgot to mention their in Paris or at least close. Also istg this book is so dramatic for no reason but nobody reads it when it's normal and a slow burn book so...

T/W; Killing, Guns

(sorry btw, I keep forgetting to add trigger warnings.)

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Bella's Pov-

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We walk down the busy streets as I practically skip the whole way there, shivering from how cold it was due to the fact that it was snowing right now.

"For fucks sake Potter, do you even know where your going?" Riddle asks annoyed, as it has been a few minutes walking and I was the one leading.

"Why? Can't stand the cold Riddle?" I say with a joking tone.

"Whatever" he scoffs, looking off to the side, avoiding eye contact.

Eventually, we finally arrive at the building the party was at.

I sigh as we walk into the open doors, it was fairly dark with LED lights around the room.

We walked in and went straight over to Fleur, 

"Bella!" Fleur says as I walk over to her, the others already left to go do whatever they left to go do.

"Hi!" I say giving her a small hug,"Is Celeste coming?"

Celeste was a friend of me and Fleur, we never talk about her because she was never really with us when we hung out that often.

She was always with her parents and we don't blame her for that of course. It was just annoying that her parents would never let her go anywhere alone and was really overprotective so we couldn't even do as much as go to a birthday party without her mum coming with her.

"She says she's going to try and sneak out at night!" She says happily.

"Finally!" I say laughing, "its about time she finally decides to sneak out."

"Yeah, but she says she's grounded already for not calling her mum for an entire day," she says as a girl grabs her and drags her away suddenly, "oh, bye Bella!"

I just wave goodbye as I go over sit at a stool at the counter.

I sit there for quite a bit, just thinking. Until I notice a tall, jet black haired man staring at me in confusion from behind the counter.

He had a white button down shirt with a black vest over it and black slacks.

I look at him confused as he returns the same look.

"Sorry." He says looking away,"You just look really familiar... Anyways the guy over there bought you A drink."

I look over and see a middle aged man maybe in his forties look at me with a scary look in his eyes.

"Oh, thanks." I say to the man,"and I feel like I saw you before too..." I say turning back towards the bartender.

"Wait... Are you from London?" He asks.

"Well I spent most my life here but yeah, I guess i came here from living in London for a year or so..."

"Your a Potter aren't you?" He scoffs,"Why are you here alone? You know you should never be alone at parties, bad things can happen like-"

"She's not alone," A voice from behind me speaks.

"Lorenzo-" I begin as I turn around, only to realise I had been mistaken, "Mattheo."