Blood Love [COMPLETE One Directon Fan Fiction

Blood Love: C 11

Zayn's POV:

I carry Rita bridal style, up the steps, through the living room and outside into the cold London air.

Silence is the only sound I hear other than the crunching of the dead grass under my feet and the slow howling of the wind.

Liam opens the van door and helps me slide her in, being carful not to hurt her anymore.

Unfortunately, in her condition, we would have brought her to the hospital.

But because Perrie....snapped her neck she'll....turn and we can't have her waking up with blood lust and killing people.

It just suddenly hits me, Harry and Louis can't go to the hospital, we're vampires.

I'm such an idiot sometimes.

I forget what we are and instantly suggest what the humans would do.

Thankfully, Liam and Niall seemed to have given them blood because they look fine.

Except for the hole in their clothes, showing a hole in their skin that leads to the bullets.

I look over at Niall and see him staring at Rita with worried eyes, he's just staring, eyes glasses over, not moving.

He looks dead.

Dying.

That's one of the biggest reasons I hate being a vampire.

Unless someone rips off your head, you can never die.

Forever young.

Sounds nice?

It isn't.

How would you feel if you could live forever, but watch all your friends and family grow old and die before your eyes.

Not only that, but because we are what we are, we can't see our families.

They'd hate us, reject us, dis-own us.

Being reflected is one of the worst feelings ever.

"Zayn!" Liam shouts, I snap out of my thoughts and look up at a concerned Liam.

"Oh, sorry. Just thinking." I confess, Liam nods and opens the door getting out.

I just realize that we are in front of our house, I sigh and pick up my lifeless Rita, and carry her into the house.

I look at her carefully, her hair is not exactaly brown anymore, it's more black with faint brown and blond streaks.

I sigh and run a hand through my hair.

Suddenly Rita springs up, her eyes widen with confusion and fright.

"Zayn?" She say confused.

"Yes love, it's me. Listen, um.." I couldn't bring myself to say that she was the monster I was.

Although, herself, she's not a monster. She's a beautiful fun and loving girl.

But the creature she has tuned into now IS a monster.

"Zayn, what's wrong?" She says her face stern and worried.

I glance into her eyes, the once beautiful unblemished brown now tinted with blue and red.

"Y-you're a...I can't." I whisper and bury my face in my hands, and start crying.

People know me as the 'mysterious' one. But I'm really one of the most sensitive of the group.