Something Wicked This Way Comes (Zayn Malik)

Chapter Nineteen

        Caledonia awoke suddenly from a nightmare that she instantly forgets by hearing soft thumping at her window. She stood up, quite sluggishly, and walked to the window just as a ball of something made a soft thump against it. She opens the window to see a smirking Michael standing below.

            “Let me in!” He whispered. Caledonia stifled a laugh, and nodded her head. “Stand back a little.” He warns, and Cal backs up to her bed. Just as she blinks, Michael is in her bedroom. He grins at her, and takes a breath and wrinkles his nose. “It smells fucking awful in here! Wreaks of Malik. You two do something here?” He says with a wrinkle of his eyebrows. Caledonia rolls her eyes.

            “Why are you here, asshole?” She says, rubbing her eyes. She really wants to go back to sleep. Michael sits down on her bed.

            “You weren’t at school, and your face looks like you went head first into brick wall.” He says, with smartass attitude. “Was it Malik that hurt you?” He says in a deadly whisper, that actually frightens Caledonia. She shakes her rapidly. “So what happened?” He asked, curiously.

            “Oh, you know, got kidnapped, found out I was a witch.” Caledonia tells him.

            “Witch.” He says, in a strange tone.

            “Called me a Bruxa. Its Gaelic for witch.” Caledonia says.  She sits down in the chair at the edge of her room. “Sorry I was bitch. Guess you are a vampire.” She says, leaning back and closing her eyes briefly.

            “Yeah, well thought you should know.” Michael says, leaning back.

            “So what your story?” Caledonia asks, and Michael looks at her with curiosity. “Like how are you a vampire?” Michael chuckles.

            “I was walking home one day and some dude bit me. I developed a taste for blood, never aged, and never died. After about fifty years I started to suspect something.” Michael says, and she laughs.

            “And Calum and the others?” She questions. Michael sighs.

            “Well I meet Luke and Ashton a few years after I changed in a bar in South Queensland, and Calum. Well, I changed him.” Michael says, quietly.

            “Why?” She asks, she is shocked with this information. Michael stands up, and starts to pace, and runs a hair though his now green hair.

            “I am a very greedy man, Caledonia Harkin. I wanted him, so I took him. I’m not partially proud of that, but it’s the truth. He doesn’t even want me back. He just stays causes he’s got now where else to go.” Michael tells her. He puts his face in his hands, and Caledonia awkwardly puts her hand on his shoulder in a comforting matter. Just then Caledonia door springs out, and revels a very pissed off Zayn Malik.

            “What the actual fuck is this?” Zayn seethes. He hasn’t walked into the room, just yet, but he really wants to rip Michael’s head from his shoulders.

            “What are you doing here?” Michael questions, with a smug expression. Pissing off Zayn Malik is his favorite past time, especially since he figured out that Zayn was mated with Caledonia. He inches closer to Caledonia without breaking eye contact with Malik, and grins when Zayn growls.

            “Did you invite him in?” He somewhat yells at Caledonia. Cal is frozen in her spot, and she doesn’t really know what to do, so she just nods. “Of all the stupid things to do, Caledonia, you invite a vampire into your room?!” Zayn laughs, bitterly.

            “It’s Michael. He’s my friend.” Caledonia manages to say in a small voice. Michael smirks and puts his arm around Cal’s shoulder.

            “Yeah, Malik, I’m her friend.” Michael says in childish voice, and Caledonia closes her eyes. She how Zayn feels about touching, and before she can reopen her eyes she feels Michael’s arm being taken off her. When Caledonia can focus Zayn has Michael pinned against the wall, and he has his fangs out, snarling at Zayn.

            “Malik, stop.” She says, and Zayn turns his head. Michael has the same stupid grin, and Caledonia wants to punch him herself.

            “What’s going on?” Niall has wondered into Caledonia bedroom, followed by Liam and Louis.

            “Michael! Let go of him, Malik, you bastard!” Liam says, and Caledonia can only stare. Zayn rolls his eyes, and finally releases Michael-who struts over to Liam and Louis.

            “Hello, old friends.” Michael says with a grin, and Niall envelops him a hug.

            “Of course, you people are friends with bloodsuckers.” Zayn says, spitefully.

            “I want every one of my bedroom right now.” Caledonia tells them. Her room has suddenly become claustrophobic and she wants to go back to sleep. Everyone looks at her, and she just stares back. Louis and Liam leave instantly, and Niall soon follows. Michael walks over to the opened window, and before he leaves turns to Caledonia.

            “You’re special, Caledonia Harkin, don’t forget that.” Michael tells her, and Zayn sends one last growl at him before he leaves, with a smirk and an air kiss to Caledonia. She rolls her eyes, but she’s not really mad.

            “Hate that guy.” She hears Zayn mutter to himself. She turns away from Zayn and climbs back into bed.

            “Go home, Malik.” She tells him, and she hears a huff.

            “We’re talking about this tomorrow.” Zayn says, spitefully. Caledonia hears her door shut not to softly, and she falls back asleep within minutes.

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            Morning came to quickly for Caledonia, and she really wanted to stay home but a text from her aunt reminding her to go to school made her get out of bed. She puts on make up to cover up the bruises, wears her hair down to help cover the bruises, and puts on high-wasted jeans and a sweatshirt. She stuffs her face with pancakes, and makes her way to her car with her backpack.

            She locks the door, and she makes her way to the garage. She sighs in annoyance with she sees Harry Styles leaned against her car, and Zayn in his truck.

            “What the fuck, Styles.” She says, trying to push him so she can get to her car. Harry chuckles, but doesn’t move.

            “He needs to put gas in it, you’re riding with me.” Zayn tells her, still looking at his phone. A flash of anger passes through her, and she walks right by Zayn’s truck. “Where are you going?” He demands.

            “I’m walking since my car is out of gas.” She says, starting to walk down the sidewalk to her school. She hears a truck roar to life, and Styles’ loud, guffawing laughter follows.

            “Get in the car, Callie.” Zayn yells. Caledonia just keeps walking, choosing to ignore Zayn Malik. “Get in the truck or I will pull over and throw you in!” Malik threatens, and Caledonia stares daggers at him.

            “Let me walk.” She tells him, and Zayn stops his truck. He rolls down the window, and his eyes are almost black with anger. Despite the fact that she is mad at him, she hates to see him angry at her. She sighs and gets in the truck.

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