Demon girl (Sequel to DHOD)

title of your story

sorry it's short.

I sat there alone, looking at Zayn.

“I’m going to be a Father.” Zayn said looking numbly at my stomach.

“I can already feel the change.” I hummed.

“Instead of 9 months you are pregnant for 5 months. Blake has to do the whole baby doctor thing because we can’t go to a normal doctor.” He said and I hummed, putting a hand on my stomach.

“I can feel it. It’s growing so fast.” I said, feeling the bump. I took Zayn’s hand and put it over the bump, where the warmth made the bump do a weird little jump and he let out a shaky breath, pulling his hand back.

“That’s my baby.” He breathed and looked at me teary eyed.

“That’s our baby.”

Poor Niall’s POV

“WHY CAN’T SHE LOVE ME!” I screamed, throwing paper and pillows around. Crashing a lamp onto the floor.

“WHY CAN’T SHE SEE I CAN LOVE HER MORE!? WHY CAN’T THAT BE MY BABY! WHEN WILL I HAVE MY TURN? HUH!? WHEN!?” I cried, taking a razor out, positioning it on my wrist.

“Niall.” Blake warned, popping up in my room.

“Leave me alone.” I cried, beginning to swipe it across but Blake put her hand over mine, making it stop.

“Niall, you do this tonight… You won’t see her ever again.” She whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“You cut tonight, you are going to die.” She said and I froze.

“You get so mad, Niall. You’ll have your turn and if you do… it's just a turn. Look for someone who won’t like to share herself with someone else.” She said and I shook my head.

“A turn is better than nothing. My heart hurt and I don’t think I can take it anymore, Blake. It’s killing me.” I whispered and she hugged me.

“Just wait. Everything will turn out fine… But Niall. Something big is coming up… And love is going to be the least of your problems.” She whispered.

“What?”

“We’re going into war.”

VERNA’S very short...POV

“Louis, why did you want to meet?” I fluttered my eyes, laughing evilly at Louis who was locked up in the cell.

“Stop…” Louis breathed out, weakly. Blood ran down his forehead and his swollen eye grossed me out. I whipped his back again and he cried out in pain.

“Why are you doing this to me? You made me lose my fiance now this! Why?” He asked.

“Because you are a Dolor. One by one you guys are going to die” I seethed.

“Why? What did we do wrong?” He cried.

“We just don’t like you. We don’t want to repeat mistakes.”

“Like what?”

“Humans.”