HOPE

Chapter 2: The Curse

Zayn's P.O.V.

This can't be happening to me, not with all the shit that's going on. I guess I'll find out tonight, it's the full moon. 

My parents told me about the werewolf curse just a few months before they were kidnapped. They told me it'd be triggered if I killed someone, but I'm not sure the people in the car that hit us last night died. They must have, though, and it's my fault, my kill. And now I'd face the consequences.

I always fear this could happen to me one day. I tried to be careful with everything I did so that nobody's blood would be on my hands. I was warned about the excruciating pain of the transformation and I never wanted to go through it myself. Let alone the aftermath of having killed someone. Even though, practically, I killed those people, it didn't feel like it. I guess that was good. On the other hand, it'd be extremely hard to deal with my anger now.

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I pushed the button of the intercom and Niall answered immediately.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Meet me in the dungeons, now. I'll explain everything there" I tell him and shut off the device, not waiting for his reply. 

He's there when I reach the dungeons, leaning on a wall. 

"So, why do you want me here, Sir?" he asks

"Ι don't think I got enough time to explain everything to you. How much force can these doors endure?" I say quickly

"The dungeons are made so that we can all come here in case of an exlposion, earthquake, fire. It can stand pretty much everyhting. Why?" he says

"As I said, I don't have time to explain it to you right now!" I snapped at him.

He hesitates a  bit, but then he asks: "And what exactly do you want me to do?"

"I want you to lock me in here for the night. Don't ask questions. Go ahead!" I order him

"Yes, Sir." he obeys and does what I told him, without further questions.

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Niall's P.O.V.

Why the hell would Master Zayn want me to lock him  up in the dungeons for the whole fucking night? I just can't find a logical reason, unless he's crazy or something...But then it hits me.

I remember he told me about all those supernatural creatures when I became on of his "upper" slaves. He talked about vampires, witches and...werewolves. He told me he had the werewolf curse on him and it'd be triggered if he killed someone. And now with the accident last night...

I had to tell Liam. He was brought here after Master told me about the whole supernatural crap and he said he was a witch...or a warlock, actually, whatever. Harry and Louis know about that stuff too but they're just human, like me.

I run to the hospital, so I'm out of breath when I get there. Liam and Harry are both sitting in the nurse's desk and they give me a worried look when I burst inside.

"Are you okay, Niall? Did anything happen?" Liam asks.

"Think we got a big problem." I say and then tell them my theory. They listen to me carefully and they seem to agree with what I'm saying.

"So what are we gonna do now?" asks Harry and we both look at Liam.

"I guess we can only let him transform in the dungeons and find a solution to our problem tomorrow, when he'll be with us. he answers

"Should we tell Caleb? Do you think he knowss?" asks Harry again.

Wait until tomorrow." Liam says in a tone that signals the end of the discussion.

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Zayn's P.O.V.

About five minutes after Niall locks the door, I hear a loud cracking sound and I gasp in pain, my arm just broke! I heals real fast, but just when the pain  stops, my ankle brakes and I'm on the floor. Then, it's my shoulder, my knee and it goes on and on and on.

I lose track of time about after all my bones have broken at least once, it must have been around midnight. I just give myself over to the pain. After what could be a minute, an hour or a century, I feel my neck snap and I'm not myself anymore.

I don't have control over my own mind or my body. All I know, all I can think about, is that I want to kill someone, now! I don't care who, I just want to tear somebody apart. It's all I crave.

I hit the walls, bite the metal bars, I try to brake free any way I can think of, but I can't. I did this on purpose, however, now I am mad about that. Or maybe I am just mad in genaral, maybe I can't even think straight enough to  be mad at my own self. I just can't think. I need to break free!

This goes on for a long time and then I am suddenly so tired I can barely move. I lie down and close my eyes. The last thought that goes through my mind before I drift off is the realization that my body isn't one of a human, but one of a wolf.

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