Run From the Demons (Supernatural/One Direction crossover)

Chapter Fifteen

He sat there on the couch with Niall. He kept his head low and was playing with his fingers. He thought about Niall. He was still weak from the attack, even though it had happened days ago. He had lost a lot of blood. He was still a bit pale. Just thinking about the attack made him shiver. He glanced at him, and watched him as he ate a burrito. Typical Niall, to be eating. He loved food. He laughed silently and smiled. Then he sighed and get up, and straitened his shirt. He turned to look at Niall. 

“I’m going out.” Liam said, and started to put his coat on.

“Where?” Harry asked. Liam looked up at Harry. He looked concerned.

“Just for a walk. I’ll be back in a bit.” Liam answers and exits the house. He was immediately greeted by cold air. He shivered and held the jacket closer to his skin. He started walking forward. It was cold, but not cold enough for a cloud of air to appear whenever he breathed. It was only chilly. He walked around in the dark of night. The moon was bright, and it was cloudy out. He looked up at the moon. He loved seeing the moon. He thought it was a beautiful sight. But he couldn’t help the feeling like something horrible was going to happen to him. He hesitated for a moment, thinking that he should go back inside to be safe. He ignored it and just walked away from his and the boy’s flat. 

He walked down the streets of town, trying not to be noticed by fans. He honestly loved them, but at the moment he needed to be alone. He just needed the space. He walked through a park that was pretty empty. He took a break and sat on a fountain. He sighed and stared at the water. He saw his reflection. He smiled until he remembered the curse. His eyes widened. Than, he stopped and stared at the water more. He no longer saw his reflection. Now he saw a little girl.

She had light blonde hair and pale blue eyes. She had a little pixie face. Her hair was short and was in pigtails. She had bows in her hair. She looked like she was around four, five or six years old. Usually someone at that age would look so innocent, but there was something evil in these girls’ eyes. He stared at her with a puzzled expression. Then all of a sudden, she was gone. Just like that! Like she was never there. I just shook his head and looked away from his reflection before anything else weird happened to him.

After a while he got up and continued walking. He started walking around unfamiliar areas. He walked down an alley. There were brick walls with graffiti on them. There were trash bags and cans everywhere. You could smell alcohol. Liam scrunched his nose in disgust from the foul smell. He shook his head and kept going. He walked until he took another stop. He felt different.

The atmosphere was different now. It felt dreadful, cold, intense, and unpleasant. The temperature suddenly dropped increasingly. He held his jacket tighter to his skin. He could feel Goosebumps building up on his arm. He took a breath and stopped. He took another breath. A cloud of air came out as he did so. He was freezing from head to toe. 

He turned around suddenly, when he heard something. It sounded like crying. He looked behind him, and saw no one. Then he heard another cry. It sounded like it belonged to a little girl. He looked forward, the direction where he heard the cry come from. He slowly and hesitantly walked forward. He wanted to help the person who owned that cry. He wanted to make them feel better. Little did he know that that was a big mistake. 

He continued to walk forward. He walked through many different twists and turns as he kept hearing the cries. He moved quicker as he got close to the noise. He knew he was close. He could feel it. 

After another turn, he stopped. He saw a little girl. She was around six years of age. She has short blonde hair in pigtails and pale blue eyes. She had a little pixie face and pale skin. She looked so familiar. She was wearing a fancy white dress. She was sitting on the ground, her back against the wall. She has her head down, so she couldn’t see Liam. She had red on her hands. Liam felt nervous around this girl.