A Mortal and an Alvian (A Zayn Malik and Perrie Edwards fanfiction)

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Hey guys! How are you all? Missed me? Don't tell me 'no':'(. Anyways, I terribly missed you all. I love my readers and so here is your new chapter from Himani(Sighofjoy). Have fun

P.S. please, please ignore the Grammatical mistakes. I'm trying to find an editor but so far, Bad luck:(

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Zayn was running faster than his normal speed but still it didn't seem to him enough. By now, the nippy night wind picked up more momentum; shrieking and howling. He knew how it must be for a human body; like several knives cutting into flesh and that made him secure the girl more protectively to his chest.

As he reached the old dismal house, he performed the much needed test for detecting any human presence. When the rippling energy waves found no interruption and smoothly flowed through the darkness, he soared to the window that he used the previous night.

The girl's breathing tickled his neck as he tucked her in the bed large enough for a man. This room was small and almost empty. Peeking from the small closet doors were the few old shirts and a jacket. They had dust settled on them as if no one had touched them in weeks. There was a lamp and a photo frame of an old couple, along with the few dog-eared books on the bedside table. Dust covered them as well. Everything, which was scarce in quantity, was untouched.

The sudden knock on the door didn't startle him anymore. He was used to it by now. "Son, are you home?" The same wheezing, tremulous voice from outside the bedroom's door asked. "Yes, aunt Jenny. You can rest now." He repeated the words of the real occupant of the room who was dead weeks ago. His name was Jeffery. He was Zayn's first job. His soul was his first victim. How could he forget? He has never gotten over it. Those weak and sunken eyes of Jeffery that had gotten to the point of popping out on seeing him at first, had showed all the white around their pupils but soon they had become bereaved as understanding dawned in them. It wasn't so much the act, or even Zayn's banality to it, as just the sad understanding smile from Jeffery that had tore at his heart. That time, he didn't get as to how he understood what stood in his face. No mortal can see an alvian but today, he does.

It was the last reward that human receives before dying, witnessing the death in the face or as the trio had phrased-It is the last chance to show courage. Only he considered it as a consolation rather than the last chance. That night still haunts him. Those words were like permanent scars on his mind and heart. He can't help but recall them every night he visits this house.

"Yes, aunt Jenny. You can rest now." Jeffery had replied to the same Question, Aunt Jenny asks Zayn every day now. His eyes were on the old photo frame on the bedside table. "Dr. Kumar called earlier this afternoon. Asked me to tell you that the appointment is at 8 a.m. tomorrow and not on Monday. Whose appointment was he talking about? Are you sick, son? "  

"hmm"he had exhaled, eyes still on the photo frame and said "I'm fine. More than fine, actually. It was for you, but you won't need it now. " then he peeled his eyes off it and had fixed them on Zayn.

"You will be fine now!"

Jeffery had said that more like a plea, a last wish and reflexively, Zayn had nodded. "Good night." He said his last words. Aunt Jenny's footsteps and cane had receded toward the confinement of her room after hearing that, not realizing the meaning behind those words. A silent good bye.

Bound to his duty, Zayn had raised his hand and a grotesque solid smoky ribbon unleashed itself from his black band on his wrist, covering Jeffery from head to toe. Soon the hollowness had engulfed his eyes but the ghost of the last expression still hovered on his face. Contentment.