Only the Night? (Niam)

Chapter 4

TWO HUNDRED READS I LOVE YOU PEOPLE. IM GETTING THERE SLOWLY BUT SURELY, AND I'LL TAKE THAT.

Finals omg. I'm so scared. I'm shaking in my frickin' boots.

Actually I'm not wearing shoes, because I practically BROKE MY FOOT.

About that- I lied when people asked me how I hurt it... I didn't trip actually, the truth is way more embarrassing. Heh.

Lastly- as I've been asked in comments (c'mon guys comment more), I am, in fact, creating my own breed of vampires, I guess. I'm working on it.

Anyway, chappie four.

NIAM,

I CHOOSE YOU!

NIAM, USE FEEL ATTACK! ~Nikki xx

P.S. yes I used to like Pokemon

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"You don't keep bodies down here, do you?" I called, poking the wooden trapdoor built into the pantry floor with my foot.

"No," Liam growled, appearing by my side in a draft of air. "But that's where yours is going to go if you don't shut it." I turned my head to get a good look at him. He was scowling, his dark eyebrows pulled together and his arms crossed. His once-beautiful amber eyes were still a dark red color- gorgeous still, I'll admit, but frightening all the same. The saying 'if looks could kill' now made me want to throw up.

"I'm sorry, I'm just hungry. Where's the food in this place anyway? If you're planning on keeping me locked up here, Prince Charming, then I suggest going out and getting me something to eat," I huffed.

"Call me that again, *I dare you*," he purred in my ear, breathing against it. I shivered, stepping away from him, absently cupping my hand over my bite mark. His breath seemed to make the burning intensify.

Even though I hardly knew him, I was desperately missing the other Liam. This one scared me, and to be honest, it was kind of hot. But still scary. Scary scary scary.

"You're not Liam," I mumbled, looking down at the floor, staring at his slim white Vans. "I like the other one better." I knew it was the wrong thing to say, especially because he was already pissed at me. But I was already dead, wasn't I? There really was no chance of me getting out of here alive. So I might as well learn something, right?

"Ooh, a smart one," He sneered, glaring up at me from under his thick black lashes. Somehow the angry look still managed to be sexy on his features- secretive, dangerous, step-one-toe-out-of-line-and-I'll-bite-it-off. It made me want to disobey him and see what he would do. Of course, somewhere in the recesses of my mind I knew this was a different circumstance- he would probably bite one of my limbs off quite literally.

"I miss the old one," I sighed, acting on an impulse and slipping my arms around his waist, hugging him gently. He seemed to shudder slightly at my touch.

"I'm sorry," he buried his face into my hair and breathed in deeply. I took notice of the return of his soft tones, and, of course, the fact that he was sniffing me. He gingerly placed his stony arms around my shoulders.

I forced myself not to think of reasons of why he would be so... Reluctant.

Maybe he didn't want to touch me. That hurt. Maybe he really didn't like me at all and was just in it for the blood and sex. He didn't really seem like a vampire-whore, but I really didn't know him, did I? Yet every time we touched, I got this feeling. (A/N tell me what song that's from in the comments, and I'll dedicate my next chapter to you ;)) Some crazy-strong attraction- more than a crush or because he was so fit. It was almost like a gravitational pull.

I was still waiting for the denial to roll in. Vampires don't exist. That's mental. So why didn't I feel adverse to it? Why didn't I care that he was a monster, that he killed people? He was a murderer, and, what, I had a crush on him?

Wait.

What if he could read minds, like Edward?

Psssh. I didn't read that series.

But did that also mean I was a...?

"Liam," I said, pulling away slightly to look up at him. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief at his caramel eyes. "How come I'm not a vampire? You bit me."

He looked like he'd been avoiding just that question. He bit his lip and stared back at me, masking all other emotions besides sheepishness and guilt. Guilt?

"Well, um," he ran a hand through his quiff, messing it up and making it look slightly more human. Not as perfect and orderly as the rest of him. I could only wonder, after the appearance of Nega-Liam, if his mind was the same. "It's a different process to become... Like me. It's not just a bite-and-go."

He ghosted towards the den, trailing me in his wake. He moved soundlessly. We sat together on one of the leather couches around the gargoyle table- him sitting with his knees to his chest, facing me.

"Any more questions?" He asked.

"Yes." I answered confidently. Maybe this was how I could break him down, learn more about him. Find his nerves and strike them.

"Do you sparkle?"

"No."

"Do you sleep in a coffin?"

"No."

"Do garlic or crosses bother you?"

"No."

"What about wood?"

He hesitated, swallowing and pausing before he answered. "Yes." I moved on.

"Does other stuff like you exist?"

"Not.. That I know of."

"How old are you?" I said thoughtfully, curious as to how long he had been one of them. With this house he could have said a hundred years and I wouldn't have been surprised.

"Eighteen."

"No, I mean, really."

"Eighteen."

I looked at him confusedly- almost warily. He was my age..?

"It's a long story, Niall... I don't really want to talk about it. I don't think I'm ready." Liam stared at his hands like they were the most interesting things in the world, interlocking and unlocking his long fingers silently.

Well, two can keep a secret. And one of them is dead.