Compelled 2

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Zayn's Pov

I scheduled the closets flight to Celia's arriving back in London a few hours after her. I wanted to make sure she was safe, none of us could be too careful nowadays. I quietly stood behind a tree listening to hear any sighs of an animal. I hadn't hunted in days, which made me weak and unsteady. An ear pricing scream filled my ears making my head snap in the direction. It sounded like Celia's voice. I ran as fast as I could to the nearby house. She lay on the ground bloody and bruised. I managed to hear a slow heartbeat. My arm draped around her lifting her frail body to lay on my knees. I should have been with her, I should have been protecting her. "We need to get you inside" I muttered helping her up. Her feet stumbled through the door as I led her up to her bedroom laying her carefully on the bed. I placed a damp rag on her wounds, soaking up some of the sticky blood which was laced within her hair. "Celia, are you okay?"

Her blank eyes never met mine. Instead they just starred off into the ceiling, but she replied "This is my fault" frowning My forehead creased "What are you talking about?" "I gave Harry some of my blood, Elliot threatened me." "He'll be fine" "You didn't see him Zayn. He-he killed a guy right in front of my eyes, he just snapped his neck and he didn't even care" she croaked, warm tears running down her cheeks. "You need some of my blood Celia, you're hurt" "No" she argued shaking her head frantically "Celia, you could die if you don't let me heal you" "Then let me die"

Her words left me speechless. The Celia I knew would never say something like that.

Several moments of silence passed before I offered her a bracelet full of vervain. "A vampires only weakness, you can't be compelled with it, but before I give it to you-" I saw how hurt Celia was tonight, her eyes were clouded and her face was pale. No emotion. No happiness. "Forget all of tonight" I compelled looking into her sad eyes. "You flew to London for spring break, soon as you arrived home you fell asleep. Harry is still out looking for Elliot, he's fine. Never take this off unless I say so" I gently glided the bracelet up her palm, biting down on my wrist "Now drink" I placed the mark over her lips while she swallowed. Resting my head on top of hers, I allowed her to lay on my chest.

I couldn't believe Harry gave up on her. I knew it if was me, I would do anything in my power to protect her. Even if I knew it was remotely possible that I would die, Celia's life was more important than mine. Every ounce of hurt or pain I caused for her to feel, I regretted deeply wishing I could take it all back. But that's the thing about time. No one could take something back, not even vampires. Yes we could erase the memory, but what good would that do? We still live with it everyday for forever. At least if your human you can die and forget all about it. I guess that's what life is for us vampires, choosing how to deal with certain situations. Getting over them and moving on, or hating what you've done and ripping yourself apart. As Celia's breathing calmed down I knew she had fallen asleep. I draped a blanket over her body flicking off the light. I stared at the ground regretting the solution had to end in compulsion, but I couldn't stand to see her hurt. Not anymore. I glided her giant black bean bag across the floor placing it by her side. Falling into it I fell asleep.

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Celia's Pov

I woke up at two pm for once not feeling completely exhausted. Yes it was a tad late in the day. My head felt foggy, but other than that I felt refreshed. I got up walking into my bathroom turning the shower lever on to heat. Removing my clothes I scrubbed my self clean and washed my hair through. Draping a towel around my chest I decided on what clothes to wear. I picked out a dark blue tank top, black blazer, dark washed skinny jeans and some cream colored heels. Applying makeup I curled my hair in loose waves. Opening my mothers door I saw that she was sound asleep. I decided not to wake her knowing she must've worked late at the hospital. Just then I heard a ring of the doorbell along with a few knocks.