𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, zayn malik

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

I noticed Zayn abruptly exited the room, I followed him out of curiosity. How couldn't I? He's been acting weird all night, he's been acting weird ever since I met him, even.

I needed to find out what's happening, I have a gut feeling which I can't ignore.

I found him on the rooftop smoking a cigarette.

"Zayn?" I call to him, worried.

"What?" His focus stays on the city view in front of him.

"I just wanted to talk... I'm really confused..." I start "Like, not that long ago, you appeared in none of my pictures.. almost as if you were invisible or something!"

He sighs.

"And just now, for example, you're allergic to garlic?" She questions him "I know this sounds so stupid... but... are you... a vampire?"

Silence. He stays quiet, looking down. That was enough of an answer for me.

I cautiously walk towards him, hoping for the best.

"Don't come any closer." Zayn exclaims "please." He pleads.

"It's okay, I'm not scared." I tried lightening up "Does...anyone else know? Your band mates?"

"Just Liam." He throws his cigarette away before huffing out the smoke

"What does it feel like? To be...immortal?"

It took him a while to reply "I'm 121 years old and I've been living for too long. I've fallen in love twice and I survive off of human blood."

That last part he said made me wary.

"Can you smell blood?"

He nods

"Can you smell my blood...?"

He nods again

I've only noticed now how pale he was, he looked sickly, ill...

Dead.

"Are you feeling okay? You looked drained." I beam.

"Just a headache. I feel tired. I haven't drank anything." He says swiftly and straight to the point.

There was a couple of quiet minutes between us before I put all my hair to one side and sat closer to him.

"What are you doing?"

"Drink." I reply.

"What? No!" He refused firmly, his face scrunched up in refusal.

"It's okay..." I placed my hand on top of his "I'm letting you"

And the moment I said that he let his sharp fangs sink into my neck, feeling him suck the side of my neck I moan feeling my blood dripping down my neck.

Soon the pleasurable feeling turned painful. I felt my neck pulsing in agony and all I felt was a torturous grip on me.

He holds me down, not even listening to me yelling stop and slowly my vision goes blurry, I feel my heart beat declining and my hearing decreasing.

My vision slowly fades into black and it was like I was falling deep down a dark, cold well with no way of reaching back up the surface.