Fear.
Some say that pain demands to be felt, that it seeps into your bones and claws it's way through your heart. Honestly, I think fear is the same way. And right now it's the only thing I can feel.
The pounding sheets of rain made my bones shake even more than they already were. The dark skies had my eyes darting to every area around me, expecting Xavier or one of his guys to jump out of the shadows and murder me.
The chilling air reminded me of the touch of Will's hand that one night at the party. His skin was deathly cold and it seemed to leave invisible marks on the skin of my arm to be forever taunting me, reminding me that these guys are out to kill me.
"Chloe."
And just like that, all of the fear was wiped out of my body, like a hurricane wiping out a beach.
Zayn's voice brought me back to reality. His dark, golden eyes were staring down at me as he held on to me out in the rain. We were just outside of the gang house and Louis was fetching the car for us three to ride in.
"I just.."
He nods, somehow understanding the words I can't even form on my lips.
We stand in the rain for a few more moments, his wet hand intertwined with mine and the other holding my head to his chest as my arms are around him. I don't think I could ever feel anymore safe than right now.
Soon enough the car pulls up and Zayn guides me to sit in the back while he takes the front passenger seat.
The back is basically a nest of blankets; I instantly cuddle into the softness, not even bothering to put a seatbelt on.
"I bet you're freezing, lovely." Louis speaks kindly while blasting the heat.
Zayn's hand sneaks back and his fingers wiggle in the air.
I giggle and grasp onto his hand with mine.
He rubs his thumb over my skin several times before we let go and I sink back deeper into the seat.
The rain's pounding down now and the sky is a stunning dark blue, the clouds almost black.
"It's almost dropped to 26 degrees. I don't get how it's not snowing already." He says while messing with the GPS.
I watch Zayn's long, pale, fingers as they tap against the screen. He chooses a location that looks miles and miles away and my stomach twists. Where are they taking me?
I decide to stay quiet and cuddle deeper into the blankets, letting my eyes slowly close.
Zayn's Point of View.
I glance back at Chloe. Her lips are parted and eyebrows slightly narrowed, and I know she's fallen asleep.
Nothing could ever make me more happy than she has during this short time that I've known her. It's kind of crazy actually, how I barely even know her yet I think she's the one. All my life I've waited for this feeling, this feeling of knowing someone is right for you, and rejecting almost every other girl was a good idea. Almost because.. Well, a man has his needs.
But oh gosh, when I look Chloe all of my needs are satisfied without even having to touch her. Those big, blue eyes and her laugh are the only things I need anymore. She's my sunshine, even though her life is quite rainy.
I'll keep her alive, even if it means my death.
"You a'right, mate?" Louis snaps me out of my daze.
I glance over at him before returning my eyes to the trees flying by outside. We're now at the outskirts of London. "Yeah." The sky was turning an unbelievably dark blue and the thick clouds didn't help much.
"Don't worry, I know she'll be fine. We'll keep her safe." He assures me while taking a sharp turn down an alley which leads out of the city.
"I know we'll keep her safe, but what about when we have to do something about her? King David gave us orders. She either has to die or.."
"Would you really be able to turn her?" He interrupts me and I rub my hands down my face.
"I don't know, Lou." I huff. "But there's no way in fucking hell that I'd kill her."
Silence rises between us as Paolo Nutini softly plays from the sound system.
"I could see her as one of us." Louis speaks up after about ten minutes. He nods his head in confidence as he speaks as if he knows it will happen.
My head whips over in his direction and I feel my eyes narrow.
His gaze flicks over to me for a split second before he continues. "I think she definitely has potential-"
"I'm not going to make her a monster."
"We're not even monsters, Zayn. It's time that you've finally accepted that you're not some horrible thing, you're a powerful creature. We're powerful creatures. Fallen angels aren't monsters."
Anonymous Point of View.
"How are the sects in London doing?" King David's heavy voice shook out of his mouth.
"All of them seem to be fulfilling they're jobs as instructed. Excluding Sect Four, not all of it's gangs have reported back since when your orders were given out." Dominic, one of the Right Hands, informed the king.
"The leader of Sect Four?" David calmly spoke from the head of the huge, glass table.
"Xavier Peters." The dark haired lad's picture was projected onto the wall with just a flick of Dominic's finger.
David smoothed his hand over the trimmed and professionally cut hair that sprinkled over his chin and upper lip. Xavier was one of David's favorite Sect leaders because of his unmerciful spirit and thirst for violence.
"And how many of his gangs have responded back to the orders?"
"All except one." Dominic answered while flicking another picture to be shown across the ginormous wall.
"Ah yes, the Dead Silent group." David smiled slightly at the sight of Harry, his nephew, his brother's eldest son. "They haven't responded? That's a surprise; has Xavier reported anything about them?"
Dominic's hesitance infuriated the King, and his fist instantly came down hard onto the table, almost shattering the foot long thick glass. "What has he reported, Dominic?"
"You remember Zayn?" A picture of the beautiful creature appeared on the wall. "Zayn Malik.. He has-caused some problems.."
David's eyes narrowed when Dominic flicked to a picture of a young woman with dark hair and bright blue eyes. "Some major problems."
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A.N:
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