Renegade-N.H-

No Time For Sorry

The early knock on the soft wood barely woke me from the half sleep I was in. My brain wouldn't shut down, working over time from missing my friends and missing the man I loved, the real one.

"Time to get to work," Declan says from the doorway. Sometimes I almost forget that he's a bloodthirsty maniac. This is mainly because the past two days he has been nothing but nice to me, almost skittish.

I blame his mother for this behavior.

He seemed timid around her, like his bad was nothing in comparison to hers and that truly rattled me deep. He's wearing a long sleeve tight knit shirt with a logo I didn't recognize and his hair was pushed around his forehead in messy curls. He's got a secret smirk on his face that grows into flashy smile that makes my stomach turn slightly as I pull on a sweater.

My hair is a mess and barely staying in my ponytail as I padded down the hallway after Delcan. He leads me down the large staircase towards the main floor, a large set of oak doors separates me and the basement. Walking down the cold metal stairs the warm feeling that typically surrounded the house fades. A raw taste in my mouth like a penny on my tongue and my arms get cold even under the sweater.

"You aren't scared of needles are you?" Declan says as I stop staring at the massive lab that has filled the vast empty space. Stacks of tubes and racks covered in sterile needles, papers and viles. It was terrifyingly icy.

"No, let's just get this done before I decide to kill you instead." I snap and he smirks at me like I was flirting with him. I wasn't, but that's who Declan was. He begged for the sadistic side of someone, craved it in himself just as much as he did in a partner.

I had never spoken to him about a soul mate, he was one that would surely produce an interesting story but then again he was young. Maybe he didn't have one, I would ask later anyways.

He lead me through a group of men who are huddled over a table and a computer. I feel them flitch as we walk over them, their human...what was she doing down here?

I needed to come up with a plan and quick, she had no real army...no one down here could fight against a horde of supernatural strength humans. There was something else, she was hiding some sort of plan from me and I needed to work my way into it before going home. I needed to figure out what she's planning.

"Harley?" Declan's voice snaps me from the terrified trance I had sent myself into. He points to an large, black chair that is plushy and lined with silver accents. Either side of it had tall metal holders with tubes and liquid bags hanging in wait of blood.

I start to pull my sweater down my shoulders, Declan pulling the fabric away from my body. His cold hands linger to long on my skin and I try to fight the shiver but it comes and he stares at me for a long moment before holding the sweater over his arm and standing back.

The chair was comfortable in contrast to the hard sliver chair I had been sat in the time before. Sinking into the plush was warm and welcoming but my goosebumps still rose on my arms.

"They'll be quick," Declan whispers to me. "And if they hurt you sunshine I'll kill them," he sneers and I swallow hard looking into his dark eyes with a stern look on my face.

I don't say anything but as the first doctor comes around to beginning I grab the collar of his shirt and without thought I dig my teeth into his neck.

Warm flesh is much different then what you see on the television. It's gross and unflattering to bite into, warm blood gushing instantly and filling my mouth with raw taste. The skin feels like soft clay between my teeth and it melts away and clumps in my mouth.

I spit the blood on the floor and look at Declan who stands back in awe. He smirks at me and of all the things that scares me I see the pride in his eyes. I had just killed a man for the sacrifice of my own well being. I would have never done that before but now... Now I had just done it without remorse.

He hands me a napkin, and I wipe my mouth clean as the doctors stare at their college chocking on his own blood on the cold floor.

"You'll be next you don't get your job done!" Declan snaps at them and they jump into movement.

Like busy bees they swarm around me and poke holes in my skin with pleasure as they do. They write down notes and whisper things to each other then stare at me for long moments.

Eventually I drifted off into sleep and woke back in my own bed covered by all my blankets and drenched in a sweat. The room was dark but I could see him sitting in the corner like a shadow over my life. It pulled at my heart reminding me of the first time I woke like this. Him watching over me in protection, how did we slip into such dreadful silence?

"You were having nightmares but I didn't want to wake you, I'll leave now." He says standing.

When he steps into the light his face is bruised and cut up. It looks like he's been in a fight with a thousand tiny knives. I sit up in bed and let the blankets fall away from me. I'm in a tank top and shorts, he had changed me. Funny, he left that part out.

"What happened to your face?" I question but he doesn't answer he just keep moving towards the door. I block him from leaving and ask again.

"I'm only trying to protect you," he says. "Why can't you see that?"

"Because I can't find you," I say.

He scoffs and looks at me. "I'm right here," he groans.

"You're standing here but it's not you. The Niall I know is in there somewhere but until I find him again I won't stop."

He stares at me and I run my face along the small healing cuts. He swallows hard under my hand and closes his eyes. His hand removes mine from his face and he pushes me out of the way before leaving.

"Fuck!" I scream as the door closes behind me tightly.

I throw whatever I can find around the room until I collapse on the floor in defeat. I wasn't getting anywhere being here, I still hadn't gotten Launa out of the house long enough for them to capture her. Niall was lost, and finding him would be harder with his wall surrounding him. Declan only fed my dark intentions and took pride when I indulged.

Pine, he was the answer...he would unravel this world created around his family. I texted Loran and explained how if we were pull the thread it would unravel the sweater.

Loran: you can't just kill him, it won't be as easy as you're making it sound. He's one of the strongest wolves I know and he's smart. Smart is dangerous. He'll have you figured out before you can even get close enough.

I sigh because I know he's right even though I don't want him to be. My thoughts and conversation where put on hold as I crept down the hallway towards the top of the stairs.

Pine and Launa stood off the right in the nook that was used as a large study. They looked to be in an intense conversation so I stopped and started to listen.

'He won't last another round of this,' Pine says look at the love of his life. 'Maybe it's time we come to terms.'

'No, she'll save him. I know she will. It's in her blood. It's there we just to make sure before we...' She paused and looked around.

I held my breath I didn't need her thinking I was snooping around the house. She waited a moment before speaking again.

'He's too weak, he's not healing and he's pulling away from us, even from her. I thought you said having her here and close would help him,?' Pine says and Launa wraps her hands around his old face.

'It is helping, he's just stubborn and is still trying to pull away from her. He'll give in soon enough, if he doesn't he'll die without her beside him."

**NEW CHAPTER!!** alright it's been too long so I'm going to try and finish this fucking book over the break! But I want to hear from you. What do you want the next book to be about?

Do you want an AU like this and Crave You? Or do you want a famous Niall? It's all up to you, throw some suggestions around and we'll see what happens.

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