Infallible (A Diall fanfic) (cancelled)

3. The dark side

I stood there at the corner. Watching every movement of hers. She opened the door and walked inside. I waited for some time then looked around if anyone else was watching. I quickly and quietly went inside. A dim light was on, now it totally looked like a hot bed. Initially was a bit frightened inside but I'm a guy, I'm not supposed to be scared. The ground was dusty. Nobody's been here for a long time. There was a squeaking sound in the corner, I looked around, my heart was in my mouth. Then I saw there were some mice roaming around. I sighed. I looked at the ground, there were footsteps on the ground. I knew Demi was here. So I followed them. Then I climbed the stairs following the footsteps. I walked through corridors, dim lights were on. The footsteps led to room no. 133. That's the room number that was mentioned in the news letter. That's where the murder was conducted. She has to strong enough to kill to men together. F*ck Niall!!! No Demi's not a murderer. How can I even think ill of her. Shoot!!! I walked in "Demi? Demi you there?" I asked; there was no answer. But there was a response to my calling, something hit the back of head real hard. My eyesight got blurry and my whole world blacked out.

*After three hours*

     I was laid on the bed. The bed had white sheets. My head was throbbing. There was an unbearable pain on the back of my head. I lifted my head and touched it's back with my right hand and my hair was wet. I let my hands feel my scalp and I brought back my hand; I had blood on my fingers. The room had no lights on; I followed the source of light. My eyes fell on the window and moonlight lit the room. At the corner there was a feminine figure. I squinted my eyes to focus on that certain figure. It was a svelte; toned figure. Her pencil skirt perfectly fitted her and the tight clad white shirt had blood stains. I looked further and that perfect face. Thick and soft plump lips, perfectly carved nose and those piercing brown eyes. The moonlight shadowing her made her look so dreamy. She was a goddess. She was looking through the window. Words were not enough not enough to explain the picturesque view. "Demi?" I asked softly. She instantly turned to my direction, her eyes filled with terror and wide. She walked towards me. Picking up speed she lifted a knife and with two hands was about to shove it on me but I dodged. I'm quick enough, being a NCC (National Cadet Corps) candidate I was always prepared for such contingencies. She tried further, she managed to leave behind a deep cut on my left arm. I jumped off from the bed. Caught her two hands and pressed hard on her right wrist eventually making her gasp and let go of the knife. She struggled to get off my grip. "Let go or else.... it won't be good for you" she told me, her soft and gentle was now deep and hoarse. She not usually this way. She tried to murder, bled my head. This is not my Demi. What the heck is this. This has forced me to believe something: she did murder the Zharr brothers. "Let go" She screamed trying hard to get rid of my hold. She also started to kick me on my legs. She just..... wouldn't calm down. "Demi it's Niall" I tried.

"Buzz off. I don't know who you are" she told me. It shattered my heart. "I'll kill you bastard" she screamed. She wouldn't stop, she struggled even harder; relentlessly. I had no option left. I hovered a bit and pulled her closer and crashed my lips at hers. She still struggled and after some moments she calmed down. Her muscles relaxed and she kissed back. Her hands dropped and I let her hand go. I held her tiny waist with both of my hands, pulling her closer until there was no space between us. She didn't hold me back though, she didn't let her hands get engaged. But she kissed back though, I deepened it.