Bloodbath - Ziall (Vampire!AU)

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"So I, me, Niall Tomlinson is actually a Horan! That's amazing!" I smiled. Well after a bit of an argument with Zayn he decided to tell me. Up to now I know that I am Niall Horan, my family was really rich and successful and I had a brother! My heart didn't stop beating and I don't think I could be stopped from feeling this way. "Wait, how do you know exactly that I am from that family, and how do you know them?" I asked.

"Well. You see, my father worked with yours to sell their success for about 6 years. They were really great friends and when he heard that your family was murdered he was very, very upset. When he came over to investigate he didn't find your body so he thought that the killer took you or either left you alone, he new you were alive. So he gave me information so.. Maybe I could have a chance to find you." Zayn explained.

"Your father?." I started. "Can I meet him! Maybe he knows more about my family and things!" I answered.

"No! No." He protested. "No. You cannot meet him." He said with sadness in his eyes.

"Why? He seems like a nice person" I pouted.

"Niall. " He called my name. "Please understand. He is dead. He left his information to me only to find you only and continue the selling business, nothing more nothing less." He hissed. I crossed my arms and pouted furrowing my eyebrows.

"And what? Are you saying that you're only friends with me because you want money?" I fussed.

"I'm not saying that! I'm just telling you the information here is to continue business. I am still interested in being your friend." He claimed.

"Well.. You could have spoken English." I complained rolling my eyes. Right after that he didn't respond to anything I said. Sometimes I have some kind of feeling that this guy has a mood problem or something because he always changes what he thinks. Come think of it, last night he didn't go to sleep. Wow that makes me sound weird. I just know this because it takes me a long time to go to sleep. I bet other people have this kind of problem too but seriously, 2 hours after it was 2:00 am, he still wasn't asleep. Or does this guy do homework in the middle of the night? Well if he does I bet I can persuade him to do my homework.

"Don't say that.." Zayn muttered. He seemed really tired. Which is weird I mean he could have gone to bed but no he's still attached to his desk like it's his girlfriend or something.

"Don't say what?" I asked.

"I am not doing your homework." He groaned writing things on a piece of paper that I couldn't read because he had really confusing handwriting. I blinked getting a bit scared.

"Um, Zayn. I didn't say that." I stuttered nervously.

"Yes you did, you said it loud and clear. Are you tired? If you are go to bed, I don't mind." He answered. Now this was getting way too weird for me to even think clearly. Was he some kind of fortune teller? Or a witch? I knew I shouldn't of trusted him.

"I'm not a witch or a fortune teller either. Now stop it with that idiot talk." Zayn retorted.

"No! I'm not saying that out loud" I laughed. "Look! Pay attention to me." I smiled. I stood up straight and breathed in. 'You're really attractive did you know that?' I thought staring at him with a devilish smile. Zayn's eyes widened and looked like he was embarrassed. He held his head and sighed.

"You see. You're just imagining it. You didn't say that out loud this time. While the other time you did." He stated going back to his work.

"Shut up!" I joked laughing. "You could read minds! Seriously are you a alien or something?" I added puffing out my cheeks looking around for a bit.

"Well." Zayn started getting up from his desk and going outside of the room as I followed. "I am kind of special. That's what my mother told me." He laughed. "Though I'm not going to believe her. After all, she was my mother and she had the job to raise my up with all the compliments." He chuckled leading me outside to the garden. I listened for a bit as we talked about things that we can get to relate to. He told me that Harry is his only friend, which was weird, he seems like a really popular person. I shared some facts about myself which weren't that important and exchanged smiles.

"-- Yes actually. I have.. Had 3 sisters. One older one and two younger." He told looking up at the sky.

"Had? What happened to them? If I may ask." I asked sitting there attentively. Zayn looked a bit uncomfortable but he acted strong and decided to tell me.

"Some murderer they got into my house and killed everyone. Well I was the lucky one to escape." He forced out a laugh trying not to sound so serious.

"Well hey I don't know if you will believe me, but that is just how my family died. Well I'm not saying it in a happy matter, I'm just saying--" I almost finished but got cut off.

"Stop. I just.. I need some time alone." Zayn replied looking shaken.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry if I pressed any--" I got cut off again.

"Yes, Just go. Go back to the guest room that I have assigned you to. Do not touch anything nor bother anyone, please." He begged. I decided not to reply to anything else he said. I went past him, and this might be the stupidest thing I've done in my life but I kissed him..

But I felt sharp needles entering my lip as soon as I did.

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