Liam interrogates almost everyone in the room when he regains consciousness. Everyone is so concerned. Even Zayn, who at the time is completely beaten and worn out, uses every last bit of his energy and strength to pull the demon back from the window.
"LIAM! GET A DAMN GRIP!" the panther shouts in Liam's ears. But the demon just can't listen. All he needs in that moment is his angel.
"No no no no no no. Where is he where is he where is he where is he?" he rambles. But that doesn't seem to stir anything out of the other men in the room. Harry and Louis just look at each other, glints of something unknown passing over their glazed eyes, wondering whether or not they should speak. Because in all honesty, they can't remember what happened. Zayn only has sadness in his golden amber eyes. Geoff, a man who rarely shows any emotions because of everything that has happened in his past, holds an expression that is a combination of Zayn's and his son's. Because he understands his son's pain. He understands what it feels like to lose someone he loves. He understands what it feels like to lose his flower.
However, the sickening silence fails to calm the thunderous storm of rage and fear brewing in his chest. As a matter of fact, the demon only panics more. Black starts to crawl out of his irises and into the pupil as his nostrils flare in anger and his fists enter a vicious repetition of blood loss and regain. The only question rapidly running through the young demon's mind is: why the fuck isn't anyone speaking? They have to know something since they were in the damn room when this shit happened. So in a spout of anger, he vocalizes his emotions.
HIs extremely rampant and unstable emotions.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! Do you mean to tell me that between a werewolf, vampire and shapeshifter with some Goddamn powers you weren't able to stop whatever was happening?! You guys couldn't save him?!"
Liam is going to continue his rant. He thinks he has every right to continue screaming and yelling at the silence in the room. The young demon takes a deep breath and opens his mouth in order to start the second part of his wrathful rambling. But a rough hand landing on Liam's shoulder abruptly stops him in his tracks. He glances over his shoulder and his eyes land on the solemn expression of his father. And the fire of anger mixed in with the storm of anxiety calms only a little. Because he isn't expecting tears to make his father's brown eyes glassy.
"Liam, they did their best," he says barely over a whisper, "but right now arguing or trying to start an argument doesn't help Niall's case at all. Right now our - your - main priority should be rescuing Niall if he is in any trouble."
Somehow, Liam seems to understand. Maybe it is just the sound of his baby's name rolling off of someone's tongue or the fact that he can redeem himself from not properly protecting his angel by being his knight in shining armor. Or Prince Charming. Both images send pangs of painful warmth through Liam's chest because he knows that his baby would like that. It also gives Liam the fantasy that he somewhat (really) needs. The fantasy that Niall isn't the grips of the enemy. The fantasy that his little blonde princess is just that: a damsel in distress who is in need of a prince to save them from the dragon or evil witch who captured them. Liam just prays to a God he barely believes in that his love is fine and alright, something that is beyond unusual for demons. Especially a demon of Liam's power and authority. He tears his gaze from his father's tear-filled eyes and focuses on the colors of jade green, storm clouds and honey.
"What are we going to do?"
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They all exit through the broken window. They all land on the remaining shards of broken glass, the heavy falls of each killer breaking the transparent material even further. They all immediately catch the beautifully harmonizing and tantalizing scent of vanilla, lavender and cinnamon. They all follow it. They all follow it to some abandoned warehouse. Liam can feel the excitement coursing through his veins like some addictive drug. I'm going to get my baby back, he thinks. He recites that like a mantra in his head. He almost gets heady from how strong the scent is as he nears the rusting warehouse door. But in that moment, a new scent hits his senses. An unknown scent.
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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...
