Demon in love

Meeting the rest

I wake up and I'm siting at the bottom of the stairs in a pool of blood. I touch my blonde hair and find it to be matted in blood. I'm getting a huge pain in my stomach and realise I really haven't ate anything except that pop tart and hot cocoa. How long ago even was that? I have an idea, I go to the door of the basement knock on it and Zayn appears.

"I've learned my lesson Zayn please forgive me?" I plea.

"What happened to you love ?" Zayn asks fearfully.

"You threw me down the stairs and I hit my head on the last step. I need food please." I beg him. He carries me bridal style towards the hallow kitchen. "I'm so sorry love I was angry and pissed off drink this." Zayn says biting into his wrist and shoving the cut into my mouth. The warm metallic blood slides down my throat and I love it. It's so delicious and I sucked until I got lightheaded.

"I love that !!!" I smile like an idiot.

"Your human and you love blood that's good." He smiles and starts to cook some pasta.

"How long have I been out ?" I ask him starting to realise the blood is dried in my hair.

"Uh about two weeks." He answers scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Two weeks !!!! What the hell everyone is going to think I died.

"Let me go NOW !!!" I scream darkly. He turns around and laughs.

"You really think I would let you go ? Your insanely not the brightest my love. Your ours now and no one else's. Pathetic, abusing Luke is killing people to find you. He killed Stephan Salvatore thinking he had you. Your not getting away." He smiles hugging me so hard I couldn't breathe. I hate him I wish I had a stake and could dig it through his back. I wiggle out of it and hop off the counter. I go to speak but I'm not able to, I have to run to the toilet. I run off with Zayn on my heels I run into a bathroom and throw up all the blood that I had. What the hell is going on. As I continue to fill up to bowl with blood Zayn holds my hair out of my face and rubs my back. When I finish I flush and head for the sink. I rinse my mouth out and stand back looking at my reflection. My wound was all healed. Ok now this is starting to freak me out. I walk away to the kitchen without another word. I stir the pasta and plate it for two. I grab the cheese sauce and lay it out on top of our pasta. I place his plate in front of him at the table where he watches me and I quietly take mine and head for the basement. As I'm walking he pulls my wrist leading me back to the table. He tells me to sit across from him and I reluctantly oblige.

"Thank you babe. It's delicious and quite amazing if you ask me." Zayn smiles and I don't reply. "In a little bit I'm going to have you go upstairs, wash yourself up and clean up." He continued with a wink. I finish as he continues to make inappropriate comments. I get up and wash my dish. I'm tired of this already maybe I can get him to kill me ? I know I've been a whole year clean of cutting but I'm breaking that right now.

"Zayn do you have a razor?" I ask looking at him. He nods and explains there's one up stairs when I go to shower. I run right up and head straight for the shower. This bathroom is so clean and different compared to the rest of the house. I immediately strip of my clothes and step into the shower. I turn the hot water on and instantly I feel my muscles relaxing. I pick up the toothbrush and toothpaste that's sitting on the ledge of the shower. I brush my teeth and just think of my plan to escape. When I finish brushing my teeth I grab my razor and break of a blade and begin to cut my inner thigh. I cut about 6 six times and I instantly hate myself again. I hate that I'm such a horrible person, and that I deserve this. I turn the freezing cold water on and let the water wash the blood away. I close my eyes and I cry to myself. I finish getting ready and I wince every time the water hit my cuts. I shut the water off and step out to dry myself. I look up at my reflection and am horrified to see what's looking back at me. My face is pale and I have a bruise covering my right cheek and my lips are bitten and swollen
(thanks to Luke). My eyes are still blazing and bright exotic blue but there glow and happiness is gone. I hardly recognized myself at first glance. My blonde hair cascaded in wet waves down my back and shoulders. Even with that I could not see myself. I look to the counter and notice clothes sitting a top it. I soft through them and there's a black miny skirt with a white halter top that looks more like a really really fancy bra. Of course all the undergarments  are white lace. I hate Zayn Malik !!! I just quickly put my clothes on without another glance. I look to the mirror and I actually like the outfit if my boobs weren't so big. I go to walk out and there are is a note on the door.