The Hybrid(One Direction-Zouis)

Chapter Four- Attack

Author's note at the end, please check it out

Chapter Three- Attack

I shot up, my ears pricked as I listened to the deep trembles of the earth.

It wasn’t an earthquake, no, it was an attack. In the distance I could hear the soft interruption of the wind as it blew against the men, taking their scent from outdoors, through the open window and straight to me.

“Zayn?” Niall asked sleepily, sitting up beside me. It growled lowly, unhappy with the Irish lad but even more unsettled by the seemingly silent attack.

“Attackers. Unwelcome.” I quietly hissed to him, keeping my attention towards the window. Thankfully there were no hybrids, but there were weapons and a large mass of people, men mostly.

It growled again, this time the sound escaping me. Beside Niall, Harry shifted, yawning, as Liam also sat up, rubbing his eyes free of sleep.

“What is it, Zayn?” He asked tiredly. Guilt gnawed at me but the need to protect overrode it.

“Attackers!” I hissed again, more urgently. Liam stared at me for a moment before nodding and leaving the bed.

“Niall! Harry!” Liam snapped, his voice soft. “Up, now!”

“Why?” Harry asked, moving around so he could peek at Liam from under the covers.

“We’re being ambushed! Come on, get your lazy arses up and get them outside!” He explained/commanded, pulling on a shirt and darting down the hall. Niall groaned but escaped the bed, pulling on a pair of pants and a shirt as well, rushing out after Liam, awakening the rest of the house.

Harry rolled over, relaxing back into the bed, but with my uneasiness and its influence becoming a little too much; I pounced on his back, popping a couple joints into place in the process.

However, the way I’d pounced wasn’t to land, it was to grab him and flip him over, straight onto the floor. That maneuver had saved me many times, and it was about to save them.

Harry groaned, standing. “Zayn!” He whined, but nevertheless, followed suit after Niall and Liam, with me close behind, occasionally leaping onto a dresser to check outside.

The attackers weren’t in view yet and I didn’t recognize any of their scents, but it was pushing at me and in my still half-asleep state and I just couldn’t keep up the fight. I managed to console it to take over during the battle, but that was it. Simmering down some, I calmed, waking up a bit more as people rushed past, towards the office. Liam, Niall, Harry and I were already inside, with me watching out the large window, for once not uncomfortable about showing my hybrid parts.

I could hear the boys talking, several men behind occasionally speaking up but for the most part I kept my attention focused on keeping track of the small cavalry.

“See anything Zayn?” Liam asked, coming over to stand beside me. I shook my head no, flicking my ear over to the east as I heard a rustle. A man!

I turned my attention down to where the man was and spotted him creeping along the wall. The scent, one alike to the rest of his team far away, made me hiss slightly. Thankfully he hadn’t heard it, but the room went quiet and I could feel eyes on me. However at the moment, I could care less.

“What is it?” Liam asked, his voice a tiny whisper as he crouched close to my ear.

I glanced over at him, only to hear him gasp and I took that as my cue, leaping out the window and on top of the man below me.