Angel In My Eyes

Chapter 3

Niall took the long way back to the cemetary-his usual hangout till the sun rose. He walked past shops closing up, night clubs opening, drunk people draging themselves back to the bar to get more intoxicated, and small groups of girls who would giggle and wisper about him. He knew it was about him not because they were staring but because of his great hearing abilities that came with being a Demon.

"Hey" One of the girls spoke up from a group that had passed him.

Niall turned to them a did a little head nod and kept walking.

"Wait! I was talking to you silly!" She ran up to him a grabbed his arm smiling.

She shouldn't have done that. That made his hungeriness boil over board. But he couldn't take her here infront of them. But then again, he hasn't eaten in about four days. No. He wouldn't take them all. He had a plan; just play along.

"Oh you were? I'm sorry Love, I didn't hear you." Nicely done playing the "Love" card, Niall.

"Yeah well, that doesn't matter anymore." She smiled a winked at him. Jeez these girls

"Want to go somewhere?" Time for dinner! She got real close to Niall and they started walking away. She looked back at her friends and waved while they gapped at her and Niall. Don't worry girls, he won't keep her long. Just enough to get rid of her.

Niall pulled her down the side walk and into an ally.By now she was trying to ripe his shirt off and was kissing along him jaw line. Still playing along, Niall let her and pulled her closer placing his head in the crook of her neck. Before she knew he was biting into her neck and- I'll spare you the details, you should know where it went from there ;)

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Satisfied at last, Niall had finished her off and made sure there was no trackable body parts or eviedance laying around. He noticed the girls cell phone laying on the ground. Stepping on it, he crushed it to peices. Smiling to himself he fixed his jacket and closed it to cover up the blood stains on his n=white shirt, then walked carelessly out of the ally. It was still dark and cold, it had to be around three in the morning by now.

There were no people on the streets as Niall made his way to the cemetary. Every now and then a car would pass by him. Niall wondered what kind of people would be out this early in the morning and why any normal person would want to be. A normal Demon, like Niall, doesn't need sleep, but he knew by now that a normal human needs at least 7-9 hours of sleep.

An owl hooted off in te distance as he walked passed a row of head stones with the name "Henerys" writen on them. Niall knew the cemetary like the back of his hand. He was here every night since he became what he is today. When he came to the row of head stones that read "Horan" on them he stopped. This was his family. His Mortal family.

Before Niall became a Demon he lived a normal life with his parents Miriah and Jay Etler. They weren't his real parent; they were his foster parents. His reall parents, Bobby Horan and Maura Gallagher, died in a car crash when he was five. He didn't like to talk about it and doesn't right now either. Instead, he comes here to morn every now and then. He'll sit on the grave, like he's doing now Probably talk to them and ask how they are, like he's also doing now. And maybe cry just a little. A tear or two escaped as closed his eyes and let the Demon Niall escape. His eyes turned back to a red, his skin paled, and his wings shot from their little hiding spots in the back of his neck. They curled around him as he wept into his hands.

Most Demons aren't like this but Nialls not like most Demons. He was different. He was....Niall, himself. He never really changed after he changed. The only thing that changed in him was the rudeness and the need to kill. He still loved his family and terribly missed them. He knew his brother Gregs time was coming soon and there was nothing he could do about it. This tore Niall apart inside. So for the rest of the night, he sat and morned, and weeped over his lost family and all he couldn't do to help them.

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Zayn looked through the list of new jobs and area's to check out, that his boss had sent him via email. The only jobs Zayn took were the ones here in Mullingar and any other town or area thats in the rang of twenty miles from here or near his home town: Bradford.

His stomach growled in protest. "Ughhh..." He was still in his pajam bottoms and sitting in bed on his laptop.

But he was hungery so he needed to get something to eat. Pushing the laptop to the other side of the bed he got up and walked out of his room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. He fixed himself a bowel of cereal. But just as he sat down he got a call on his cell. Who would be calling at seven in the morning?