The Love That Kills | Z.M | (On Hold)

Chapter I

Hey! Just want to let you know Zayn won't come in until the next chapter! But trust me this story will be good because I will read your comments and make the story even better! :)

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Nicole's P.O.V.

I was sleeping on the straw mat up in the loft. All of a sudden I heard a quiet, swift sound and I shot my eyes open and saw hands reach for my neck. I lifted both my arms and blocked his/her attempt to strangle me. Now they had a fierce grip on my arms. I kneed then in the gut and took advantage of the moment and flipped us over so I was top. I reached under my pillow quickly and pulled out my buck knife and put it to their neck. Right then and there they gave up and put their hands up. I was still on top of him/her breathing heavily. I continued to hold the knife to their neck as I hastily removed the ski mask they were wearing.

"Nice quick movements, but I would have killed you before you even woke up."

"Uncle Jeff why did you test me now?" I asked whilst getting off of him and returning my knife safely in its place.

"You must be ready for anything at anytime. Especially when you're asleep." He told me. He got up on his knees, unable to stand-up completely because of the small space we were in.

I scoffed at him and layed back down on the straw mat and turned away from him.

"Get up!" He scowled at me. I moaned in annoyance and heard his thick boots hit each ladder step that led down to the main floor of our homemade cottage. "If you don't get up I will call in the wolves." He teased, but I knew he would do it so I rapidly got off the mat and met him on the main floor by the large kettle that was over the fire. "I have a job for you." He mumbled. Almost as if he did not want me to take it.

"Sure thing Uncle. What do you need? Wood? A deer? Some water?" I questioned.

"Not that kind of job, a real job." My eyes widen as I remembered the last time I had a real job. Uncle Jeff almost died from a shot that came from me. I didn't mean for it to hit him. The bullet actually missed my target then ricochet towards him and hit him in his arm.

"Uncle I don't think I can do another real jo-"

"You have to. I can't do this one because I don't have those persuading skills like you do. And don't think about the last job. It was my fault, I knew you weren't ready yet I still brought you. Plus that was 4 years ago. You have learned so much since then." He assured me. I thought about it for a minute.

"Okay." I accepted. "Is that why you tested me this morning?" I asked. He handed me a bowl full of his special soup.

"Yes." He took a sip of his soup and I copied his movement with mine. We finished our soup in with no sound. Other than the birds chirping and the wind blowing through the cracks in our walls. Everything was peaceful. "Ready?" He asked me while getting up and setting his bowl in the bin we keep for anything dirty. I nodded and got off the small rug I was on and set my bowl gently in the pile of dirty things. "Okay, put some clothes on and I will meet you at Spruce's Crossing." I nodded again and climbed the wooden ladder back up to my sleeping area and put a t-shirt, some jeans, and a jacket on. I grabbed a hair tie and put my hair up into a messy-high-pony.

I grabbed my converse by the door, slid them on and headed to Spruce's Crossing. I ran straight out from our cottage into the woods that surrounded us. I jumped over the little creek and slowly walked through, what my uncle called it, The Devil's Mouth. It was a giant crater in this rock that was created by water continuously hitting and rubbing off rock fragments and washing it away. Leaving this huge crater in its place. Since it was water that created it the rock was polished and slippery and if I misstepped even the slightest bit I could fall into the dark hole and struggle to get out. Fortunately I got past it walked through the woods another several meters and made it to Spruce's Crossing.