Abandoned & Found ≫ [Ziall/Vampire] (AU) ✓

chapter ten // awaken

Zayn was standing in a room. He wasn't sure what room but it was a room. It had nice chairs and even nice paintings hanging around on the walls. It almost looked like it would be a living room. Except it wasn't, at least, a living room would have a door or archway out right? 

But no there wasn't a way out of this room. Just wooden flooring and a popcorn cracked ceiling above him, in closed with pure white painted walls. 

He had no recollection about how he even got here. But yet, here he was, standing in a room with absolutely no way out. 

He walked around the room, touching the chair as he moved past. It was pure black, the rough texture of leather under his fingertips. It almost reminded him of his favorite chair that used to be at his grandparent's house before they had passed away. He loved that chair, he hated his parents for weeks when they had sold it. But as he looked closer at it, he realized that it actually was his grandfather's chair. 

As he looked more around the room he realized that everything in the room he had remembered seeing from when he was younger. The paintings on the wall where paintings that he had drawn and created and spray painted throughout his high school years. He had loved drawing, but in the recent years he had cut back due to failing grades. But as he looked around the room, he realized that the pure white walls weren't as pure white as he thought they were. Scratches and spray paint coated everywhere, a type of thick red paint coated some areas. A type of sickly smell filled his nostrils, causing him to cringe slightly. 

That's when he realized that the red spray paint wasn't red spray paint.

"Zayn." 

Zayn quickly turned around, him looking for the source of whatever had called him. He looked at the black leather chair, moments before it perfectly fine but now holding scratches, stuffing strewn across the room.

Zayn looked around the room again. He was the only one in the room but he swore he just heard someone call his name? 

"Zayn."

Zayn turned quickly around again, this time coming face to face with someone. He had no idea who it was, let alone what it was. It was human, but it wasn't. It was neither female nor male, just a shape. It didn't move but something under it's skin was shifting, it pushing against the restraints of the skin, stretching it and moving it. Where it's face would be at, it was white, pure white. It was blinding to even look at.

"It's time Zayn." It whispered. 

Zayn was confused, him looking at the shape in front of him. The white on it's face shun brighter, it now blinding. Zayn covered his eyes as the white enveloped him and then it was dark.

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The room was silent, nothing moving. Niall sat on the chair next to the bed, silently biting his nails as he looked forward in front of him. 

They weren't at the hospital anymore, instead inside a cozy bedroom. The window was shut tight, boarding nailed to the  panes to block the sun, a king sized bed on the opposite wall in the center of the room. 

Zayn lay in the bed, wearing a change of his own clothes that Niall had retrieved for him. Any trace of the hospital was gone from him, the clothes and wristbands hidden in the trash bin. He wasn't tucked in, just laying on top of the covers, his arms at his side as he lay perfectly straight.

"He should be waking up soon." Liam hushed.

"How soon?" Niall asked. They had moved Zayn two days beforehand, Liam tricking the hospital into thinking Zayn was being transferred. Niall wasn't sure how his family was doing, not knowing where their son exactly was.

"It takes three days. Today's the third day." Liam hushed, him walking closer to Niall. "Are you going to stay here?"

Niall nodded.

"No, I mean are you going to stay here?" 

Niall looked at Liam. Liam reached out a hand, putting it on Niall's shoulder. Niall knew exactly what Liam was saying.

"I can't, you can't be responsible for us." Niall protested.

"Niall, I was once in you're exact position. I needed somebody though and nobody helped me. Now I'm here to make sure that's exactly who you get. Somebody to show you the way."

Niall was at a loss for words. It was true. He did need somebody, and Liam seemed to be the only option. He remained silent after that, returning to looking at Zayn.

That's when Zayn started to shake. 

Niall sprung up, him looking at Liam. Liam jumped to the other side of the bed, reaching out to pin Zayn's arms down. 

"Quick get his other arm!" Liam shouted.

Niall did as was told. "What's going on?"

"He is turning in a different way then you, your Turning only took a night. Your blood has been in his system for a while, so it takes a few days. The Turning is almost complete."

Zayn let out a strangled cry, him twisting. "And this is how it finishes." Liam finished.

Liam and Niall continued to hold Zayn down, watching as he twisted and turned, crying out every now and again. Niall felt pain everytime Zayn cried. 

Then he stopped, completely still. 

Liam and Niall remained where they where, slowly letting him go as they took a step back. That's when Niall got a good look at Zayn. Specifically his wrists.

Where there had been bite marks seconds before was instead pale skin. Perfect skin, as if no indention were there at all. Niall slowly looked up Zayn's body, watching as the skin paled. Finally he looked at Zayn's face. The rise and fall of breathing was nowhere to be seen, the silence of no heartbeat echoing in Niall's ears. And now, instead of brown eyes staring back at Niall, it was black, hints of dark red on the outside of the inside of iris, flecks of it swirling in the darkness of Zayn's new eyes. 

"Hi." Niall whispered, his eyes never leaving Zayn's.

"Hi."