Killer (Ziall AU)

Chapter 9

I’m bored and restless so I thought ‘hey lets update Killer’. I’m sorry if this chapter sucks.

Also, sorry to all of you who were upset at the cliffhanger.

Dedication: @NataliaNJH, @SmilingNiallxxx, @_Specter_, and @KingCommenter

Pages: 7, Words: 1,758 :)

Enjoy!

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~Niall~

I groaned, whether it was because of the disappointment of him not getting to touch me, or if it was happiness that he hadn’t completely won just yet, I didn’t know. But I did know that his eyes darkened a little at the noise, and anger and annoyance sparked in his eyes. The smirk on his lips stayed, though it did get more sadistic.

“Too bad, we’ll have to have fun some other time.” He whispered, voice husky, caressing my face. The doorbell rang again, this time several times in a row showing the person’s impatience. He scowled, and made his way to the door muttering swear words under his breath.

“Wait!” I called out, albeit a little weakly, causing him to stop and slightly turn around. “Could, um, is there a way to get like a radio or ipod or something down here? I mean its just very quiet, and quiet kind of bugs me, um just a little.” I muttered again. He smirked shrugging.

“I don’t know, I like the quiet.” He said coolly, leaving through the door and locking it behind him.

I heard the path his feet took up the stairs, and across the floor right above me. Then heard the door open, and some mumbling before some laughter and the slam of the door. Two pairs of feet walked across the floor again, before there was a thump and it was quiet once again. They were probably friends, watching the telly or playing video games together right now. The friend must not have had any idea that I was down here, and even worse he knew but chose to stay quiet. I sighed, again bored out of my mind. My fingers twitched, legs shook in anticipation. I felt like I was going through withdrawals, but hey maybe I was. Except I didn’t do drugs.

I hummed a tune, now wondering if I made the news, have they realized I’m gone? Is anyone looking for me? And now what, what am I supposed to do? Try and escape? Hope he doesn’t kill me yet? Hope that the police find me? That wasn’t something I had ever hoped for before, but things were different now.

What about “The Hunter”, any news on him? Do they think he was the one to take me?

So many questions rolled through my head, none that I had answers to. I shivered, remembering I was naked, completely exposed and freezing in the cement room. My legs and arms began shaking for a different reason, now craving all the heat Zayn radiated, even with my mixed feelings about it.

I wanted to scream, cry, beg for Zayn to come back down here and hold me, keep me warm, or even better yet, give me my clothes back and keep me in a warmer room. I huffed, deciding against it. I would rather not have him angry at me, being good will keep me alive longer. At least that was what kidnapping movies taught me.

The room stayed silent, except for the occasional squeak of the chains because of my slight rocking the shivers had caused. I tried my best to stray away from my thoughts, staring at the door in front of me, willing it to move and somehow bring warmth with it.

You can imagine my shock when the door did move, opening quickly and slamming against the wall. I jumped back slightly in shock, causing me to start swaying back and forth faster. In the doorway stood Zayn, and another boy I had never seen before. He had brown curly hair set up into a quiff, and stunning green eyes. Yes he was hot, but not nearly as hot as Zayn…. I mean what? He squealed slightly, rocking on the balls of his feet and my eyes widened at the sound.