Your Infection's my Discretion (Larry Stylinson - Vampire AU)[On Hold]

Chapter 15

"Oh, my, Louis! Be careful, love!" The woman called, biting her lip nervously as she watched her five year old son play by the water's edge, a large smile on the boy's face. She got up from the wooden bench and made her way over to her son who was standing on the edge of the wooden deck that led out into the ocean, several large sea ships docked on either side of the pier.

"I am being careful, Mum- AH!" A startled white seagull swooped down in front of the boy, its large wings mere centimetres away from his face, causing him to reel back a bit too far and he lost his balance on the edge, falling backwards with flailing arms in a failed desperate attempt to regain his balance.

The woman screeched with surprise and horror as her son fell into the freezing water, a scream ripping its way out of his mouth as well before he hit the water, the disgusting bitter water flooding into his mouth and the water stinging his open eyes. At the taste of the water filling his mouth, he pushed it out and closed his mouth immediately to keep any more from coming in. He flailed his arms and kicked his legs in an attempt to get to the surface.

His throat and eyes were burning, the tips of his fingers and the tip of his nose the coldest parts of his body and he squinted under the water, the salt in the seawater burning his eyes horribly as he tried to make out the fuzzy images of black blobs above the surface, the water distorting their figures. But panic began to set in when the edges of his vision were turning black, slowly making its way to the centre and he flailed some more, desperately trying to get to the top, his throat and lungs burning.

Involuntarily, he opened his mouth in a subconscious attempt to get the oxygen that he was so desperately lacking. As he opened his mouth and sucked in, water flooded into his mouth and ripped its way down his throat and into his lungs. His limbs felt heavy, he felt himself sinking and the blackness to his vision had almost reached the centre of his eyesight, and he could barely make out the figure of what seemed to be a man swimming down towards him.

Louis heard a soft, soothing voice in his head, he heard it through the fuzziness of all his other senses, "Now isn't your time, Louis Tomlinson. It isn't time for you to leave, so stay with me." He tried to open his eyes, tried to cry out and tried to move his arms to reach up towards where he had last seen the figure swimming towards him.

Strong arms wrapped around the five year old and he was pulled into someone's chest. The man holding him, the man who was swimming up towards the surface came to horrible realisation that Louis wasn't entirely unconscious, he was still in pain, as he could hear the boy's thoughts of gratitude and confusion that he was being saved, but also the boy being completely aware of the pain in his throat and lungs as well as the fact that he couldn't stop himself from inhaling despite him knowing he was just drinking and breathing in more water.

But Louis' thoughts cut out when they were halfway to the top, signalling that he had finally been consumed in the darkness the lack of oxygen and the breathing in the water had caused. When the man surfaced with the five year old boy in his arms, he lifted him up to the other man who was stood at the edge of the pier and laid the boy down gently near his hysterical mother before helping the man out of the water.

With a cry of anguish and a near incoherent wail of, "Oh, God, he's not breathing! HE'S NOT BREATHING!" from Louis' mother, the man crawled over to the boy in her arms, giving her a soft, reassuring smile before gently taking him from her arms. He may not have been breathing, but he could hear his faint heart that was seconds away from stopping. As the woman wailed, the man held his hands above the boy's chest, a bright blue light emanating from his hands and the people around him watched in awe at the light.

The woman gasped, as well as the people surrounding them, when Louis took a deep breath before the man turned him on his side so he could cough up the water that was in his lungs before he could choke on it. A long few seconds of Louis coughing up water, he had finally gotten it all out and he weakly opened his eyes, looking up with blurry vision at the man who had saved him.