Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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(A/N Really short but I wanted to get this up already. New character is played by Ashley Greene, the girl who played Alice in Twilight. Please enjoy & I promise a new, long chapter will be up soon! All the love. xoxo)

I walked out of that gym, and I never went nor looked back at the random, kind stranger it held within it.

All the while, thoughts of the young, innocent Dylan ran rampant through my frazzled mind. Why was he here willingly like this and in this horrible war that no one wants to be in? He didn't deserve this life that he had gotten dealt, and as a matter of fact none of us did. Life needed to be okay again, and in order to do that we had to stop my father from continuing further down his despicable path.

My face collided with something firm, yet soft at the same time. Ice spiked through my veins, a feeling I only got when I felt something bad was about to happen. I bounced back a bit from the impact, instinctively grabbing my forehead with my palm. Bringing a fierce gaze up to the person, I was fully preparing myself to cuss out either Harry or Niall because I just knew they had waited to bombard me. I was even ready to fight Dylan if he was here and followed me. But it was neither of them.

Warmth got vacuumed out of my body as I took in the amused, brilliant blue eyes, and the jet black hair that filled my eyesight. My feet stumbled back a little bit, until I hit the adjacent wall behind me. The last time I saw this man was when he threatened to kill me if I didn't leave his house, and when he turned all my friends against me after Valie died.

It was Damon Vixean.

"You," I sputtered coldly, furrowing my dark eyebrows and sending him a deathly glare. Damon raised his dark eyebrows up on his crinkled forehead as he rolled his crystal blue orbs. "Me," he said uninterestedly, casting his gaze elsewhere while his signature smug look fell onto his face. He looked like he rather be anywhere else now, like he could be shoveling up elephant shit than having a conversation with me.

"Why are you here, shouldn't you be threatening someone else?" I bit, fury raging through my body even stronger than before. Damon just added immensely to the turmoil from the night that everything somewhat good came crashing down around my feet. He started the horrific whirlwind that night, and I hated him for it.

"Probably," he stated austerely, finally looking me back in the eyes with no emotion whatsoever. "But," he stuck his index finger up in the air and then pointed it at me, "I had to pay your dear old brother a visit. Plus, not that's it's any of your business, but this is my place, or per say my territory. So scurry off like the scared little puppy you are." Damon wickedly smiled, and I had no control of what happened next.

Without warning, my hand flew from my side and smacked Damon straight across the face. His head whipped to the side with the connection, and he slowly brought his hand up to his mouth to wipe his busted lip with an unamused laugh. Damon turned and shot daggers at me as his attractive face morphed into something inhumane. "You bitch," he snarled, taking a leering step towards me.