The present day part is only filler, but I bring out two more pieces to the puzzle. I promise there is only one more piece before things start to make sense. Enjoy!
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February 14th - 9:55 PM
He doesn't answer. He just cradles his hand and sprawls all over the dirt like a baby. Impatience seeps through my pores. I pull the trigger, the explosion of flame barreling out of the gun. The dirt right above the panther's head explodes. Gravel and dust spring up in a dangerous geyser. But Zayn only flinches once the particles rain down on him giving the panther a sheen of dirt.
"I'm not going to ask this again. Why the hell do you have the jewel?"
Zayn only answers with a cough. He rolls over to his side, placing his uninjured hand on the ground to support his weight as he stands back up on shaky legs. His shining amber eyes glow with swirling yellow. His jaw is tight and a growl vibrates the air.
"Now that you shot me, over my dead fucking body," he spits out.
"Fine." I shrug my shoulders. With lightning speed, I suddenly appear in front of Zayn. He has no time to protest once my hands grab his shirt. His eyes only widen once he and I both hear the dreaded sound of fabric tearing apart loudly.
Within milliseconds, the scenery changes. No longer are we in the woodlands. But we are in my room. The panther suddenly slams his eyes shut. Beads of sweat cascade down his face when he harshly bites his lip. I smirk, venom dripping from my expression. Because he and I both know that during teleportation fresh open wounds inflict more pain. As a matter of fact, they do the opposite of healing; the tearing of the universe's fabric helps the process of further worsening physical injuries. And I very much so did it intentionally. I grab a fistful of the smooth raven hair and thrust forward. Zayn stumbles backwards until he trips over his feet. Thankfully, he lands loudly and harshly on his hand. Which causes the panther to lose his restraint. A throaty scream ripples and shakes the room.
I lift my head and two confused expressions shine through the slight darkness. But the stormy-eyed vampire and emerald-eyed werewolf, they both don't matter at the moment. Only one person does. Only one angel does.
My eyes frantically scan the room. His beautiful scent is here but I don't see him. That is until my anxiety brings me to the last place in the room. The bed. Some heavy burden quickly lifts off of my chest. I quickly jog over to the bedside, roughly pushing past Louis and Harry in the process. But they do not complain. They stumble to the side and flit their gazes towards me. But I don't pay them any mind. The sight in front of me captures my attention. All of my attention.
He is still unconscious. A pang of guilt slices through my chest. If I had reacted sooner, he wouldn't be like this.
"Liam, what do you want us to do?"
I don't even turn my head to face whoever asked the question. I just keep my eyes trained on the porcelain beauty hopefully resting on my bed. Reaching forward, I gingerly place my fingers on his hand. I bring my eyes up and that brings a soft smile on my face. At least his expression is peaceful.
"Liam."
I stand up, my fingers lacing themselves with Niall's warm ones. Closing my eyes, I lean down and place a lasting kiss on his forehead. My princess is going to be alright.
I turn around to face the standing vampire and werewolf and crumpled shapeshifter. My eyes go stone cold, but a new fire of anger burns in me.
"Tie him up," I growl, causing all three of them to flinch.
February 14th - 3:05 PM
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Fragile Heart (Niam)
Fanfiction"Liam, even though we aren't good people, there's one thing that you need to understand." "Yes, Dad?" "There are people in this world who are fragile - like flowers. While our souls are darkened, we make sure that those people don't turn out lik...
