Dangle. (Vampire!Zayn; Ziall AU)

Chapter 6

Songs of this chapter:

Save Me - Nicki Minaj

Red swam in Zayn body as if he was a surfacing ex foe in an action movie, dramatic and sure of himself. His eyes locked with Niall's, suddenly finding himself in the depths. All roads in his life had led him to this moment. This very one, where he finds the one made for him. Yet, the current, less dignified part of himself craved to make sense. Why would hell, heaven or anything make them be paired together? Niall hated himself, that much was evident. Scars don't disappear when you turn lives, they just grow deeper, as did Niall's. His previously faded white lines healed in to a permanent tally on his skin as his puckered red ones were now a deep shade of pink on his wrists. He was a death wish, Zayn never had solid feelings except for when they were loath for another person. He didn't love, he didn't love anyone. Or anything. And he doubted that would change. But the less dignified part had a different story.

Currents of tsunami's rolled through his chest as if the butterflies were turning to dust of overthinking. Niall didn't know what to think. Niall sure as hell didn't know anything, not why he was alive, not why he'd suddenly felt so strong physically but felt so weak mentally (but that feeling wasn't very new to him). Not why he suddenly felt this way towards the God in front of him. Not why he could see the crevices in his skin so clearly, hear the birds a mile see, smell scents he didn't know were scent-able. He wanted to know, but his throat was too dry to speak. It felt as if a branding irno was frying his vocal chords, his hands gripped at his thighs as his fingers dug in to the skin that he used to find a release for the pain he used to have. His mother told him once when he fell of off his bike to bite his thumb. When he did, he cried in pain, and forgot about the scrape on his knee.

He was taught to distract one pain with another. And he couldn't. His fingers dug in to his thigh harder, and it was as if 2 newtons of force were on opposite sides of a box. Nothing happened. At all. His fingers slowly but surely eased away from his thighs, trailing up to twist in his hair, a nervous breath exhaling from his mouth as he racked his hands through out the blond and brown scruff roughly, his eyebrows concaving in the middle as he thought hard. A thousand thoughts were in his mind at once. 90 percent of them the man in front of him and 10 percent about his current burning throat.

Zayn didn't know what to do as he stared at Niall in a state of wonder. He compared himself to the boy before him because that was the only reference of anything he'd had, was himself. He could always ask Harry but what was the use in that? He would just patronize him for his, quote unquote, "crush," he had on Niall. He didn't really know what that was, or if he had one, but the feeling of watching the man try to harm himself as a vampire was one that hurt him, too. It hurt Zayn, looking at Niall hurt.

"It's alright, I know you're confused." Zayn knew he was. When he was changed, everything was hard for him. He was confused and thirsty for weeks. He didn't drink, afraid of who he was. Afraid of who he'd become, became.

Niall coughed, his throat dry and sore. "What is this?" It hurt to speak, to open and breath. The smells that assualted him made his mouth water, his hands untwisted from his hair to go to his throat, both hands on it as if he was going to choke himself yet his fingers didn't flex. He fingers did nothing but graze the point where it burnt the most. Zayn suppressed a chuckle. He didn't want to set Niall off. A first changed Vampire was most temper mental and hormonal the first 4 days of changing, their human blood still mixed in with the vemon that coatd their stronger now bones.

Niall's eyebrows raised, awaiting Zayn's answer. But Zayn didn't speak. No longer having to suppress his speed around the boy, he got up and fastly moved to the cupboard above the bed where Niall was, getting a blood bag slowly out of it and held it in front of Niall. He wanted to know what his reaction to it would be. Zayn was as full of curiosity as Niall was of mid-brink insanity.

"What the hell is this? Who are you? What is this sick joke?" Niall's upper lip sneered up but contrary to his disapproval, his hand quickly grabbed the blood bag, holding it up to the light, as if to see what it was. His nostrils flared harshly as his lips went to the side of the bag, ripping it open as if the corner of a candy bar. He tilted it upwards, his instincts getting the better as his canines retreated back in to his mouth, the true part of him realizing there was nothing to attack. No threat was posed as Niall let his guard down, his eyes slipping closed.

Zayn wondered what he was thinking. His mind was racing, he wanted to get closer to Niall. To hold him on his lap, comfort him in this time of confusion of him. But, he didn't know him. He was a stranger, a page in a book where the front page was too difficult to grasp. Too many big words and Zayn was sure Niall didn't have the right mind to get in to it. But not judging a book by his cover is the first step to understanding.

"Who are you?" Niall put the bag down beside him, his fingers linked together on his lap as his thumbs twiddled together, his tongue running over his blood-red stained lips slowly.

"I'm Zayn. I found you in the woods when you... tried to kill yourself." The words were only difficult to get out of his lips as it was Niall. Human lives leaving this worlds were mostly an old thing to him, some of them leaving at his hands. Humans were disposable, came and go.

"I know what you are, Zayn. I can tell. And I know what I am too." Niall wasn't as clueless as Bella Swan was in Twilight, it didn't take him a book and an old friend telling him a legend for him to grasp on to the idea of it. His eye sight was better, his skin hard even to his own fingers, yet he was normal temperature. To himself at least, any one else that touched him would see that he was abnormally hot. Running an always temperature. "I'm not stupid. Just because I was human too."

Zayn had known better than to judge Niall's cover, but most of the dreaded thoughts of having to tell him broke through and flew free, a small smile gliding on his face, yet it left just as quick. Silence echoed through the room as Zayn looked down. He in no way regrtting saving Niall, he in no way regretted being there for his transformation. He in no way doubted any thing or part of it. He regretted being the one for him.

God is sick and twisted. And even more so for this. Zayn was as fucked up as you can be. He was a harm to himself and others, and he didn't want to hurt this boy more. He sat him the corner of the room, shakily worrying as Niall got to his feet.

Niall stood tall, new born strength radiating off of his claves as he lifted his hands above his head. "So... where's this go from here?"

Zayn smirked, his wittiness going in to play as he took a step in Niall's direction, outstretching his hand as his head tilted towards the open window. "Let's go on an adventure."