Only the Night? (Niam)

Chapter 3

So...

Here we are.

Chappie tres. It's finally here. I'm sorry if updates aren't every FIVE FRICKIN MINUTES, IM STILL IN SCHOOL, OKAY? So you might have to wait a week or something. I dunno. Finals are next week so I guess I'll see how that goes- physics is gonna suck. But enough about that.

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He could have been pressing light feathery kisses along my neck, murmuring about how much he loves me and giggling against my skin. It could have just been that. Happy, calm, peaceful. Normal and... Human.

But it wasn't.

My own blood stained around his mouth, trickling to a stop at the end of his chin. I swallowed thickly at the smell- like a thousand warm copper pennies. It was overpowering.

So that was it then. He was a vampire- anyone else wouldn't have been able to so easily tear my skin apart and drink my blood like that.

But they were fable- pale-skinned, cold, drinkers of blood- something straight out of a fairy tale. Yet he existed. He was here, on top of me, his pale face splattered with my dark blood. Liam- the boy who I first thought was a rogue Hollister model- was a vampire.

I needed to have some confirmation on this, preferably before I went mad.

"Liam," I started, but my voice was a lot weaker than I had expected. I cleared my throat, trying to sound formal. "Are you a-"

"Vampire? Yes," he smiled widely at me, luckily not showing his teeth. I could only imagine what the inside of his mouth looked like. Ew.

"Oh, cool. I was just wondering."

I stayed passive- indifferent. He didn't need any more power over me than he already had.

He smirked, rolling off of me and springing off the bed like a cat. As his feet touched the floor lightning struck, the thunder booming around the room and making me jump. He laughed, disappearing out of the bedroom. I sighed, shakily getting to my feet.

I found him in the bathroom next door, his face stuck under the stream of water pouring out of the faucet. When he pulled away, his face clean of my blood, he smiled at me. He must have brushed his teeth too- they shone perfectly white. I eyed his sharp canines warily.

"Niall," he murmured, his smile fading away. His soft voice vibrated around the bathroom. "Come here."

I gulped and stepped closer to him. Suddenly I was pulled right off my feet, and into his arms, bridal style. He sat on the counter, supporting my entire body and using one hand to lightly probe around the edges of my bite.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled, turning my face away from him and casting the wound into the light.

"Seeing how deep I bit you," he replied, pressing a damp rag against my neck. I bit my lip as he began to wipe away the dried blood. "It's not too bad." He said cheerily. I groaned, squirming out of his arms.

He couldn't just dry hump me, then drink my blood (and shatter the normal world of realism), then smile and laugh it off. Who did he think he was?

"Not too bad? You literally just ripped my neck open and sucked my blood, and what, you expect me to just dance on outta here like 'lol there's not a vampire here they don't exist ha freakin ha'?" I glared at him, my fists balled. The puncture wounds on my neck burned like fire. "Coz I'll tell you one thing mate- that's not gonna happen."

In a flash of black he had me by my shirtfront, pinning me against the bathroom wall with one hand. My feet dangled two feet above the ground.

His eyes were blood red.

"Oh, *you'll* tell me something?" His eyes were wide in amusement, but his smile was dangerous. Threatening. "How about I tell you something first, Niall, dear. You'll leave whenever I decide you can- and at this moment the only way that's happening is on a gurney. You're in no position to sass me." He gave me a dazzling smile- his emotions had switched places on his face- his smile was beautiful and his dark red eyes were challenging.

"I-I'm sorry. I just-"

"You. Just. Nothing." Liam growled, baring his fangs at me in a snarl. I shrank away from him, back into the wall. This had to be Nega-Liam.

There was the charming, amber-eyed, warm and friendly one- Liam.

And then there was threatening, red-eyed, cold and violent one- Nega-Liam.

Maybe he had schizophrenia.

A flicker of indecision broke his mask of anger for a single second before he kissed me quickly and roughly. I couldn't match his pace.

As suddenly as he kissed me, he stopped, letting go of my shirt and dropping me. I sank to the floor, trembling, watching his blurry shape disappear from the room.

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A/N: I'm sorry if that was a short chappie or whatever, I'm trying to study. Plus I tripped and hurt my foot pretty badly.. Heh, I'm a klutz.

This was kinda a filler chapter- but a new thingy thing is introduced, anyway! Nega-Li! Woo!

I promise this will get better- it sucks right now, I know.

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