Only Love Can Kill Me... (A One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 34 - Uncongenial Accord

                I watched as her body disappeared behind the messy rows of plantation, towards the source of the howling and pounding.

                The roaring and scuttling closed in to where I stood. My feet automatically propelled themselves towards Isla. I started running, weaving through the netted trees.

                There was nothing worse than facing your fear than being left in another one.

                Except in this one, words weren’t the only thing that kills.

Chapter 34 - Uncongenial Accord

"Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!" - Psalm 133:1

[Isla’s POV]

                Again my feet were sprinting until my heart was pounding in my eyes.

                The whole time, ever since the very first second I realized they were in danger, there was only one propagating thought that propelled me to thrive forward, to put one foot in front of the other, to try my hardest to level my breathing.

                I was worried about him. It was not just worry, it was anxiety, a primal urge that alerts the body when one’s loved ones were in danger.

                Loved ones, I thought as I ran on, weaving through the messy spread of trees. I don’t even love him.

                It was impulse, a parental one. I was like a mother to him, or at least the person responsible for bringing him into the vampire world. My kind is very sensitive when it comes to our young, and he was mine.

                Besides, it wasn’t just the motherly apprehension. I felt something else for him, more than I felt for the rest of them. To be honest I didn’t even spare the others a thought. All I thought about was him, how he was in danger, how I must save him.

                I couldn’t deny or contain the growing emotions inside me. It was gnawing me like a beast, feral and uncontrollable.

                Whether love or not, I cared. I cared if he died. I cared if he was in trouble. I cared a whole lot if I would never see him again, which was exactly why I wouldn’t let that happen.

                I came to a clearing and stopped dead in my tracks.

                Ahead of me was a colossal massif the width of a small mountain but the height a skyscraper tall enough to pierce the clouds. It was the pencil mountain’s towering uncle, an enlarged model of the Rannetar-Clarin City border. Mud-like brown filled every inch of the outside, ugly and sinister like unchiselled wood concocted from the darkest of magic. I never tried to break in, nor did I ever want to.

                The creatures that inhabit the mountain were ancient flying monstrosities, venturing once in a while to a world outside their own. Those times were when I saw them, their bulbous yet sleek body, their bat-like wings the length of a bus. Their meat ripping, blood drooping teeth jutting unevenly out of their giant football-like heads. Believe me when I say you do not want to go anywhere near them.

                The mountain was their territory. The mountain buzzed with the monsters. The mountain was where they feasted at noon.

                It was ten to noon.

                A voice penetrated the air like a bullet.

                “Help!”