One Direction Bit Me!

Chapter 26 Wasted Vamp

One Direction Bit Me!

Chapter 26 Wasted Vamp

A/N: Sorry for the super long wait ! Also this chapter is unedited><
~Enjoy

We ran down the stairs for what seemed like forever. The farther we went underground, the dustier it became. Cobwebs decorated the stairs going down. We came to a halt when the stairway separated into 2 ways going down. "Do we still go left?" I asked Harry in a whisper.

"Knowing Zayn, he'd probably be tired of going left again, so he'd probably go right." Harry whispered back.

I held the ball of flame in my palm in front of me as I headed to the right staircase. The stairs were all rocky like it headed down to a dungeon of some sort. "Why are the stairs so rocky?" I furrowed my eyebrows together.

"Don't ask me, I didn't build this morgue." Harry scrunched up his face as he pushed some cobwebs out of his way. "Ew, spiders." he shivered. I ignored him and continued down the stony stairs. If we tried speeding down these stairs, we'd probably trip on our first step.

The deeper we went down, the worst the stairs conditions got. "Maybe we should turn back." Harry suggested. "Zayn might've taken the other path."

"Zayn's a bad ass, he'd take the rougher path and he'd finish it no matter what." I surprised myself by replying confidently.

"If you say so." he replied with a shrug. "Ladies first." he gestured for me to go first.

"I went first last time." I sighed. "It's your turn."

"But you've got the flame."

"I don't care, it's your turn." I huffed.

He pulled his puppy eyes on me and smiled. "You've got better powers. You've got the better powers."

I smiled sweetly at him. "Go."

His smile faltered before he turned around and started walking ahead of me. I heard some shuffles and footsteps from somewhere behind us. I glanced behind me but there was no one there, yet. I blew the ball of flame in my palm out which left us in complete darkness.

"I can't see a damn thing." Harry hissed at me.

"We don't want anything finding us, just keeping going down." I hissed back as him. I felt my way down. I kept my hands on the wall next to me as I took slow steady steps down the rocky stairs. After taking about 12 steps down, what sounded like cracking was heard from right in front of me.

Harry cursed in pain. "What is it?" I asked him in a hushed tone.

"I walked straight into something." he replied. "I think I broke my nose."

"It'll heal." I held my palm up to my face. "Fire." A palm of fire appeared in my palm again. We both looked up to what stood in front of us. In front of us stood a large mirror which was placed on the 13th step.

"That's not creepy at all." someone sarcastically said from behind us. Both our heads snapped in the voice's direction. Zayn stood there with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a lighter in the other. He raised both his eyebrows at us. "Looking for me?"

I felt myself fill with rage. I was about to yell at him, but Harry beat me to it. "Where the hell were you?!"

"That's not a very nice way of asking." Zayn smirked. There was something different about Zayn. His eyes were midnight black and they were as cold as ice. I swore I saw a cloud of emotions pass through his pupils, but they vanished in a blink of an eye.