Creatures Lurking in The Dark (Ziall AU)

Uncovered

ZAYN'S POV:

I woke up in the basement unharmed. What had happened and why was I in the small bed in the corner? Hadn't I tripped at the stairs? How did I get to the small bed? I laid silently and stared at the ceiling. It was dark, but I could still see shadows and figures. I looked around for the creature from earlier, but was unable to see it. I had not seen the thing earlier, but I had regulation of a conversation that he snapped at the end.

I remembered the cute Irish accent and hurried to my feet. Was he planning on hurting me or did he just get angry? I decided to check by trying to talk. I found my voice and started to speak.

"Hello? Are you still here?" my voice shook, but I continued to hold my ground. I couldn't show fear or he might use it against me.

It took a while for his response to come, but eventually it did. "Yes. I am still here."

NIALL'S POV:

It took me a while to decide to respond, but I knew if I didn't than I would pretty much be saying no. "Yes. I am still here."

I could see him standing and staring at the boxes infront of me. I started to question if he could see me, but he soon answered my question. "Where are you than?" his voice sounded pretty clear, but I could sense his fear.

"Hidden. It is really none of your business." I hissed. Why did people always ask so many questions? Before he could speak again I took control of the conversation. "You hit your head. Are you okay?" I hated to be considerate to people trying to take my house, but what was I supposed to do.

"Ya. I am fine." His voice sounded as shocked as I felt about the whole situation. Why was he not trying to get rid of me and why wasn't I trying to rid myself of him?

"What are you doing here?" I growled. I knew that he probably just wanted a house to live in, but I wasn't okay with the simple answer.

"Well I needed a house and this seemed like a good place." he tried to explain. I saw him turn to the stairs and start to scale towards them. I knew why he didn't want to be down here with me, but I hated how he wanted to escape.

"Don't you dare go up those stairs!" I commanded as I stepped from behind the boxes. He stopped and turned back to where I was once hidden. His eyes landed on me and he automatically froze. I saw the fear flickering behind his eyes as I continued a few steps towards him.

ZAYN'S POV:

I turned back to the boxes that I somehow knew he was behind, the only difference was that now he wasn't behind them. Instead he was infront of them, staring straight at me. I jumped a little at his appearance. He was just a normal boy with dirty clothes and bright blue eyes. I was right about my earlier prediction of him having blonde hair, but it looked as though it hadn't always been blonde. I could see brown roots.

I realized that he was walking towards me like a slap in the face and automatically started to back up. I didn't know what his plan was, but I hated the evil smirk that was playing his mouth. Suddenly his lips parted and words tumbled out.

His words sunk in me like fangs to flesh. "Why are you so afraid of me? What did I do?" His thick Irish accent showed and I questioned why he was here.

"I... I don't know. Why are you here and not in Ireland, where it is obvious you are from?" I countered his question. I really didn't have an answer to his.

"Why should I be in Ireland?" his tone was serious yet playful. I wasn't sure what he intended, but I felt like he intended for me to be scared. If that was what he wanted than he was succeeding in a major way.

"I don't know." Once again I was confused, but I continued anyways. "Because you were obviously born there and it just seems like you would want to stay in your home area. You are very protective over your home here, so why not there?" I countered with a question again.

He seemed to ponder on the question before letting his response fly. "I live here because I am made to be here. I didn't fit in in Ireland."