Christmas eve,the time for preparing the nice feast,preparing all the presents,something the Malik household has not prepared for.
Ever since Zayn's father died,they weren't able to buy much food nor presents for the holidays.
It was hard enough for Zayn's mother to come out and say that they won't be celebrating Christmas this year. She was half expecting him to cry and throw a fit,but instead he shook his head and told her 'everything will be alright'.
~0o0~
Zayn's mother was inside the house,sweeping the floors while Zayn was outside. She became worried of him,it always seemed he was being watched. She could feel a dark energy whenever Zayn was around.
She heard a click of the door and as she turned she saw zayns head pop through.
"Hi"Zayn said as he waved with gloved hands. "Hello sweetheart,have fun?" his mother asked. Zayn looked away from his mother and almost seemingly up as if someone was standing beside him and smiled. "Did you have fun Harry?"Zayn asked,but no one was standing there to answer.
His mother was taken aback,she knew that kids at this age go through a 'phase'. She just never expected it to be coming true with Zayn.
"Mum I want you to meet Harry. Harry this is my mum. " Zayn gestured between the two. What his mother didn't know,was that Harry was glaring deep crimson eyes at her.
She felt the tension and walked away without saying a word.
Making Harry give a big devilish grin.
~0o0~
After Zayn's mother put him to bed,she lay in bed thinking. She doesn't know why,but she feels a bit afraid of her own son. Every time he's around her,there's always tension and that feeling of guilt,somehow. She feels like there's a part of him that's evil,that there's something that isn't right about him.
~0o0~
Her back turned towards the living room sipping from a bottle of scotch. It was dark throughout the house,not even light was shining except from the faint glow of the moon. She felt that tension again. Almost like eyes were bearing into her.
As she turned around,she was met with a tall silhouette. She could distinguish a mass of curls,broad shoulders,long torso,long legs. She thought she was imaging it. She stood there for awhile,hoping this wasn't real. The silhouette never moved from it spot in the middle of the living room,her heart raced.
"W-Who are you?"she faintly blurted out. No response. She waited. The figure moved an inch towards her. She was frozen,couldn't move almost like her feet had been glued to the floor boards. "You have no business watching over him. "the figure finally spoke. The voice so deep and raspy and harsh,it sounded almost like the figure wanted to hurt something or someone. "What do you mean?"she asked. Once again no response. She waited,feeling the effects of the scotch. "You see,I'm your sons keeper. Which means I protect him from anything and most importantly from anyone. And you madam,are interfering with my duties. " the figure spoke. She was taken aback,so confused and a bit drunk. She saw the figure move closer to her,so that all she can see was a broad chest. She could faintly distinguish a black suit,bow tie,button up shirt,black coat,and extremely tight pants. As she looked up at the face,she saw fire in his eyes. Red shimmering eyes that pierce into her soul. "Who are you?"she asked again.
"It's not who I am,more like what I am. "Through mid sentence,it was like his voice was getting deeper and deeper,she's only heard of this kind of voice once. The voice of the devil.
~0o0~
Swift movements,that's all it was. Quick. She was standing,chest to chest with that monster,then next thing she knows shes being thrown half across the room. The monster didn't lay one gloved finger on her. She attempted to get up but the monster held her down. Yet it's not laying a finger on her. She took one last breathe,before he insides caved in. No trace of blood,just a body lay there. Limp. It stood there,eyes glowing red and a devilish grin playing on his lips.
The work of a devil.
And the whole time,Zayn stood there watching the tragedy.
