Children Of The Night ➳ Ziam AU | Punk!Liam ~DISCONTINUED~

Chapter Ten - Games We Play

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[A U T H O R S N O T E—I AM ALIVE. You don't even know how sorry I am; I am sosososo sorry, but it's not my fault. Okay, if you notice my existence, you'll have seen, via my message board, my laptop has pitifully died, forever and ever. I won’t be getting a new one {very, very early birthday present, it's not like I just get a new laptop thrown my way every time I break mine} until next week-ish. So how am I writing this, I hear you ask? Via my dad’s laptop. I stole it as soon as I got in from school and since he's been out all day at work, I had an open opportunity to use it with the newly downloaded word document. I hope you all don't hate me for the wait.
Oh, also, I added names to the chapters posted so far, if you hadn't already noticed. Yeah, just thought I should... And, alas, a new cover! Thoughts? AND! @MckenzieSlack made this story a trailer! A trailer, I know! I adore it, my love, so thank you, this is for you! It's on the side, so everyone go check it out! The song at the start is Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy, xx]

Children Of The Night: Chapter Ten – Games We Play

[Z A Y N]

                “I thought of angels, chocking on their halos, get them drunk on rose water. See how dirty I can get them, pulling out their fragile teeth and clip their tiny wings.”

“Why do I get them impression,” I started, my teeth gritted and tone stiff as I tried to keep it from rising to one of a high pitch, “That you’re stalking me?”

Liam barely smirked. He and his group of punks stood a few feet away from us, their shadows black like charcoal that had been etched into the concrete against the light of the lamp we stood near. Between his lips, which were ever so slightly, barley even noticeably, turned up at the corner, sat a cigarette. The end glowed a soft, blunt orange, flakes falling off and melting into the ground with a soft flicker every now and then.

The reached up a perfectly still hand and pulled the cigarette out from between his lips with two long, curled fingers. With lips shaped into a small oval, he exhaled a long, low breath of smoke that curled into the air, gently scattered over my face and fogged over my eyes momentary before fading into specks of nothingness in the air.

I didn’t even splutter, the bitter scent of ash surrounding me and filling me up with even inhale, but I didn’t want to show him any signs of weakness. After another sigh of smoke, he let the stick of nicotine drop to the floor and scraped it into the concrete with the sole of his boot. It disintegrated into tiny threads of white paper and ash before slowing out of sight, into the shadows.

Liam lifted his face and lazily looked back at me, his expressions sowing nothing, and the other boys’ matching. With a soft flick of his fingers, that somehow, the other five boys managed to notice, even with the interior of Liam’s long, black trench coat in the way, and they each took matching, slow steps forward until they were a mere foot away from where we stood. Suddenly, I felt as though we were the foxes and they were the hounds, snarling for nothing less than blood and guts. I swallowed and eyed each of them with a spark of defiance, not wanting to back down into submission as they tried to frighten us.

This, hover, didn’t seem to be Kian’s motto. Beside me, he quivered at the close proximity of the Children Of The Night, all long legs and wide chests, lean muscles and malicious grins, mischievously sparkling eyes and flashes of metal and colour. My fingers dug into his side at an extent that should have been painful, but whether or not he didn’t notice because he was too intoxicated, or because he was too fearful, I couldn’t tell.