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"Niall, do you wanna live with me? Forever..." I blurted out. Niall went silent, and looked up to face me, still in my arms. His red puffy eyes looked full of hope and relief. He smiled and nodded, and buried his head back in my chest.
Chapter four
Niall's POV
Zayn's 'house' is really strange. In fact, Zayn's really strange! He offered me to life with him, and I agreed, hoping I'd have a better life, which I have, surprisingly. He lives in a small cottage, on his own, in the forest which I was in the other day. I asked him why, but the hurt look on his face knew I'd made a bad move. He replied anyway. "My parents died in a fatal car crash when I was a child. The family home scared me after that so I moved out, away from anyone else. The only way I could do that was by living in the forest, in this little cottage thing. I found it here in this clearing and thought that, by the state it was in, that it was empty, and no-one had been here in atleast a few decades, so I made myself home, and I've lived by myself ever since the accident, so I'm not used to company, but I would like some, which is why I chose you." I saw that he was trying not to cry, but he was looking down and stuff, so I knew he was upset. "I-I'm sorry, I don't realise" I apologised thoughtfully, hoping he won't get more upset.
A single tear started to make its way down Zayn's cheek as he remembered the incident, and I wiped it softly away with my pale and skinny thumb. He chuckled, I don't know whether it was my sudden action, or he remembered something funny. I smiled, gaining a returning smile from Zayn. "I need to ask you something again Niall" He suddenly said, a tone of worry in his voice. "Go ahead" I encouraged, hoping I was helping him slightly.
Zayn - W-Would you like to live with me forever and us two be like brothers, or you die of old age or something and I carry on being 19 forever...
Me - What do you mean?
Zayn - I need to tell you something... I move at supernatural speed, have supernatural strength, flawless beauty, red eyes, and worst of all, I drink blood. I'm a vampire Niall, but please don't get scared, I can also read minds and know when they're afraid, mostly of me.
Me - ...
Zayn - So do you want to live with me, away from your abusive family, or die.
Me - I-I'd kinda like to live...with you.
He smirked and told me not to scream as he leaned over to my neck. "Good choice leprechaun, good choice" He whispered softly into my ear, making me shiver. He shoved me up to a tree and I squinted in pain. "Sorry" He muttered. "Its ok, I'm used to it" "You sure you want to do this Niall, you can always change your mind" He reassured. I nodded in a sign that I want to do this. He took a deep breath, and shoved his fangs into my neck, making me whimper in pain. I felt my knees weaken as he drained me dry from the red stuff. After about five minutes of pain, it was over. Until more pain came. First it was from my heart, as the beats became unsteady, then stopped. Then it was my breath. I'd stopped breathing. But just enough to still look human enough so they slayers won't be after me. The only thing that didn't change was my skin, it was only just a few shades whiter. Any whiter and people would mistake me for a ghost. "Look here" Zayn pulled out a mirror, and shoved it infront of my face. Good, I can still see myself! My eyes were glowing red, just like Zayns when he's angry...
A/N Awww Niall's now a baby vampire!! I bet he looks so cute :3 I really like this chapter for some reason, and in other places I really don't...Cuz I'm weird like that :D Also, I'd like to make a shout out to @Blissfully !!! go follow her, she's amazayn!! :D
So my lovelies, it took a few days because I took a break from writing, but I'm back on the road and hoping you like my story!! Comment, fan and vote!! Love you!!
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