Running from Direction~ Niall

Chapter 4

He backed away from me. I looked up at him. He smirked at my tear stained face. I watched his eyes. Suddenly, they weren't on me anymore. It was something behind me. His smirk slowly faded and his eyes started to brighten. The sky was getting lighter as the sun rose. A little ray of light hit his face. Instantly, his black eyes became a brilliant, bright blue.

"What do we have here?" A voice came from behind Me. I turned to look and so did Niall. There were five guys, a little older than me, who looked drunk. One of them stepped up and grabbed me by the arm.

"Hey boys, look here. I got us a little bed toy for the road." I tried to pull away but he grabbed my other arm and held them behind my back. "Take her and put her in the truck, and I'll deal with pretty boy here." They four other boys grabbed me and pulled me away to the truck. They threw me inside and locked me in. I watched as the leader of the four walked over to Niall. I noticed his eyes get dark again, and soon they were pitch black. I couldn't hear anything, but I watched through the window. The man who had walked up to Niall, drew his hand back and punched him. But Niall had caught his fist in his hand. I saw Niall start to dig his nails deep into the mans hand. Blood started to flow from his hand. Niall grabbed the man's neck and shoved him against the truck. His face started turning red. Niall released the man's hand and immediately started punching and kneeing him in the stomach. I watched in horror as the man coughed and puked up blood. Niall smiled at him and chuckled a bit before releasing him. The man fell to the ground. One of the other four boys ran and attacked Niall. I watched as Niall threw him to the ground with unimaginable strength. He laughed and slowly stepped on the boys stomach. I couldn't watch any longer. I ducked down in the truck and closed my eyes. I heard screams of terror, and cries of pain. Then everything went dead silent.

Niall puched his hand through the window of the truck. He opened the door and jerked me out. He had a dark look on his face. He dragged me across the dump with him. The boys lay on the gound, dead. When Niall got to the leader of the group, he stopped and looked down at him

"The Princess belongs to me." He said through his teeth. With that, he kicked his head, finishing him off. I turned away and whimpered a little. 

Niall gripped my arm, squeezing it too tight. He pulled me out of the junk yard, and pushed me into his car. We started driving, but I didn't know where to. I watched him very closely. His face started to lighten up and his eyes were starting to get a little lighter. We stopped at a house, that I assumed was his. He got out and walked up to his door, and I followed. He turned around and faced me on his doorstep before opening the door. His eyes instantly turned a beautiful blue. He looked at me, and a concerned look flashed across his face.

"Oh! Let's get you cleaned up." He said. His voice wasn't the same as it had been, and I was confused. He walked me into his bathroom, very gently. He sat me on his bed, and walked into his bathroom. He came out moments later with a wash rag. He cleaned me up, and sat down with me. He was beautiful. He didn't look the same that he had before.

"Let me take you out for breakfast."