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Zayn didn’t tell anyone he was gay. Hell, he was even surprised some people didn’t already see that he was. He was always hanging out with a certain irish blond. But they have always hung out with eachother, ever since they were youngsters. From the moment that Niall had asked if he could borrow some of Zayn’s crayons in Kindergarden Zayn knew that they were gonna be friends.
They grew up togeather, always hung out on weekends and after-school, always talked about everything, told each other everything. Well almost everything that is.
It was when Niall was gone from school one day that Zayn started to notice some things. Of course Zayn thought that Niall had gotten sick one day and had to stay home… but he didn’t expect for him to be gone the whole week. And gone for the whole week without even calling to tell Zayn what was up. Even when Zayn called him—almost 40 times but it wasn’t like Zayn was counting—Niall hadn’t picked up the phone once. Not even Niall’s parents.
Maybe Niall was seriously sick. Maybe a family emergency came up. All these thoughts running through Zayn’s head. He didn’t know what to do, maybe Niall just needed some time off? But this wasn’t like Niall, he would always call and tell Zayn whenever something happened.
It was when Niall was gone for a week and a half Zayn finally went to his house. At first Zayn had mixed feelings about this, he didn’t want to annoy Niall. But then on the other hand Zayn wanted to be a good friend and make sure he was ok. Surely you had to cut Zayn some slack.
On the Wensday of the second week Zayn turned down the opposite road towards Niall’s house after school. Walking quickly he made good time and got there within 10 minutes, passing all the usual landmarks on the way.
Zayn was now standing outside Niall’s house, everything dark. Which was quite odd because Niall’s mother was a stay at home mum, her always leaving something on in the house signaling that life was there. But no, everything was dark.
Zayn walked up the cobblestone path, clambering up the wooden steps that lead onto the front porch. His feet leaving loud thumps as he walked across the hallow deck and knocking on the door. The echos of his knock sounding through the other side of the door and into the house.
Zayn stood there for a few moments. Once 15 seconds passed by he knocked again. Still no one. He was about to knock again. That was until he heard a loud crash and thump come from inside.
Zayn stopped short, getting closer to the door.”Niall?” he questioned. “Niall you in there mate?”
No sound. Zayn put his ear against the door. He didn’t hear anything, but he swore he did a few seconds ago. “Niall I know your there. I just wanted to see if you were alright. You know, check up on you t’s all.”
Still no sound. Zayn waited a minute before he sighed and leaned down, flipping up the door step mat. “If you won’t come out, then I’m coming in.” Zayn explained as he stood up, now holding a key in his hand. Putting the key in and turning it the door opened. Zayn put the key in his back pocket, and strolled into the house.
Everything was dark, that was the first thing Zayn noticed. Well that and the small blood stain in the hallway.Zayn’s eyes widened, as he took a step back. The stain wasn’t that big, about the size of Zayn’s hand, but still it was a blood stain. And nothing ever was good about a blood stain.
Zayn was about to call out for Niall, but he decided against it. Whoever the intruder was in the house would get him if he said a word. Well that is if an intruder was here. Tightening his backpack around his shoulders, Zayn walked into the living room. Careful as to where he stepped he slowly made his way across the room and grabbed the poker from the fireplace. If there was someone here, then he might as well have something to protect him just in case.
He knew that this was probably worse then calling out for Niall, but he had to do something. What if Niall was still here? What if..
Zayn stopped his thoughts. No. No Zayn don’t think like that.
Quietly he started walking towards the kitchen, poker outstretched ahead of him in defense. The kitchen was clear. Thank god, but there was still the rest of the house to see. Luckily there wasn’t any blood stains beside the one in the hallway, which was both a good and bad sign.
Then Zayn heard the faintest sound. A whimper. Niall.
Then Zayn lost it. “NIALL!” he yelled, dropping the poker and running towards the stairs. His heavy footsteps thumped around the house, heavy feet smacking each stair as he frantically climbed up the stairs.
“Niall! Niall, it’s Zayn where are you? NIALL!” Zayn shouted throwing open doors as he passed them. He reached for the bathroom door knob, only to find that it wouldn’t turn. Jackpot. “Niall! Please let me in, are you ok?”
Zayn at first heard nothing—until he heard the sounds of sniffling, as if someone was crying. Zayn pinned his ear against the door. “Niall?! Niall please let me in.”
The door didn’t budge. “Please Niall.” Now Zayn was begging, he needed to know if Niall was ok, if he wasn’t the one hurt. “Are you hurt? I saw the stain—”
“Shut up!”
Zayn’s mouth snapped shut. Did Niall just tell Zayn to shut up.
“Just please, shut up..” Niall whimpered before he broke out into tears. Zayn slid his backpack off, throwing it on the ground beside him. Niall countinued to cry softly as Zayn reached into his pocket, pulling out the key.
‘Maybe the key will work’ Zayn thought, ‘don’t they make the locks all the same in houses.’
“Niall” Zayn spoke softly now, his voice barely able to hear. “Please tell me what happened. Where are your parents—”
“I sent them away.” Niall interrupted. Sent them away? Zayn knew for a fact that Niall’s Mum wouldn’t leave him for a day, let alone a week and a half.
“Niall, please just let me in.”
“No.”
Zayn huffed out a breath before sliding the key in place and turning it. Finding out that surprisingly it did work. He turned the knob, slowly so he wouldn’t startle Niall.
“No, no go away! Please just leave me alone!” Niall shouted as the sound of movement echoed around the small bathroom. Zayn fully opened door, gasping with wide eyes.
Blood covered the ground and walls in the form of handprints and splashes. But what shocked Zayn was seeing Niall sitting on the floor, in the corner where the bathtub and wall meet. Niall’s back to Zayn.
“Please, just get out… I don’t want you to see me like this…” Niall cried out softly, tightening on himself, putting his arms around his head. Zayn stared at Niall not sure what to do.
Zayn gulped and walked slowly to Niall’s side, avoiding the bloody patches on the ground. Slowly he knelt down next to Niall, not taking his eyes off the shaking figure in front of him.
“Niall, please tell me what happened.” Zayn whispered. “We’re best friends, we help eachother through everything. Thick or thin.”
Niall curled tighter around himself, still not showing his face. Zayn started to reach out. Barely touching the irishmen before Niall flung his arm back at surprisingly fast speed, pushing Zayn away. Zayn gasped as he caught a slight peek at Niall’s face. Niall’s normally smooth flawless face that Zayn always dreamed about was covered in bood. Well, half of his face was.
Silently Zayn was starting to get freaked a little, by the amount of blood everywhere. And by what was actually going on with Niall.
“Niall… please tell me what is really going on. It’s not gonna do you any good if you don’t tell me.”
Niall sniffled and tensed up. Zayn sat back, his bum now on the ground. “Please?” he asked, pulling his knees to his chest.
Niall shifted slightly. “I don’t want to tell you. You’ll think I’m a monster. Just like my parents.”
“Why would they think your a monster?”
‘Maybe because he’s in room covered in blood’
He lifted his head slightly, facing the wall still. “Promise you won’t scream. Or leave.”
“I promise.”
Niall sniffled and slowly turned around, keeping his head low. Zayn took in all his features. His hair which stuck up at angles, his eyes glassy with tears. Tearstains on his cheeks that spiraled downwards towards the lower half of his mouth which was covered with blood—both dry and fresh. Actually the whole front half of Niall’s clothes were covered in blood, his arms dripping with it. Open bite marks and gashes etched into his skin on his forearms. But what stood out the most was the pointed canines protruding from Niall’s top teeth.
“Please don’t l-leave.. everyone left and I’m so h-hungry and I don’t k-know what to do or what’s going-g o-on. I’m just so hungry! And—and—” Niallstarted blabbering, but soon groaned out in frustration shutting his eyes tight. Bringing his arm to his mouth he bit into his skin, creating a new mark in his pale flesh. Niall began to suck on his arm moaning as the liquid entered his mouth.
Zayn’s mouth gaped at the sight. His best friend and love of his life bloody and broken in front of him. Niall moaning in frustration as he tried to drain his arm.
“Ni” Zayn started reaching out to grip Niall’s shoulder, “Ni! Stop!”
Niall immedetely unbit his arm, looking up at Zayn. His blue eyes shattered and broken. “Don’t bite your arm. I can tell it’s a bad habit.”
Niall’s eyes slightly lit up, noticing the humor in Zayn’s voice. Zayn let go of Niall’s shoulder, giving him a sly side smile in return.
“You’re not gonna l-leave?”
Zayn nodded.Niall gave a small smile, keeping his mouth closed so his fangs wouldn’t show.
“What really happened? To you’r parents I mean.” Zayn asked.
Niall’s face fell. “I tried to tell them what h-happened. They said I wasn’t their s-son anymore-e..so they l-left.” He stopped, new tears forming in his eyes. “T-they left me.”
Zayn felt his gut tighen. “They just left you?” Niall nodded, choking back a sob. His hand coming up to try to cover the blood on his mouth.
“I guess my p-parents only acknowledge their children that are…h-human.”
Zayn felt his heart shatter to pieces. Human. Niall wasn’t human.
“A-And I’m just so h-hungry all the time,” Niall whispered as he started to lift his arm again. Zayn reached out and swatted his arm away.
‘Whydo you keep biting your arm?”
Niall kept his gaze down. “It helps. B-Blood wise that is. Vampires need blood right?”
Zayn eyes widened. Vampire. Niall is a vampire.
Niall whimpered as he wrapped his arms around himself, putting preasure on his growling stomach. Tucking his head inbetween his knees that were up to his chest. “Some guy attacked me in a alleyway. I guess that’s how I became like this.” Niall blurted out.
Zayn gulped. He couldn’t imagine what Niall must have gone through—is still going through. Then Zayn got a crazy idea.
“H-Here.” Zayn said quietly as he draw his jacket sleeve up. Niall looked up, his eyes locking onto Zayn’s wrist. “I’ll tell you when to stop.”
Niall looked up to Zayn’s eyes, uncertainy in his blue irises.
“I-I ..” “Just no, stop it. I trust you.”
Niall gulped, getting up on his knees.
Niall gulped, getting up on his knees. Shuffling slightly over so he was in front of Zayn. Zayn breathed in through his nose and flinched at the coppery smell that came off Niall.
“Here put your legs down.” Niall whispered motioning towards Zayn’s bent knees. Zayn obliged and Niall settled himself between Zayn’s legs, his back to Zayn’s chest.
Zayn lowered his wrist in from of Niall who tried to hold himself back from ripping his arm to shreds.
Niall tilted his head up and looked at Zayn, whom looked back down at him. Zayn nodded and pushed his wrist closer to Niall’s mouth. Niall tilted his head down and gripped his wrist. Feeling his fangs poke at his bottom lip, he opened his mouth slightly and put them above Zayn’s wrist.
Then gently he pushed them down, breaking the skin on impact.
Zayn grunted at the pain that shot up his arm. Gasping and clutching on tighter to Niall with his other. Niall on the other hand happily drank from Zayn, swallowing Zayn’s essence, mouthful after mouthful after mouthful. It was the best feeling that Niall had ever felt. Him being turned over a week ago and he only managed to drink from himself. It felt amazing drinking from a human.
Zayn gasped and breathed heavily as he felt himself become dizzy. His vision starting to become blurred. ‘N-Niall… I-I think that’s enough.” He puffed.
Niall slowed his drinking, forcing himself to unbite Zayn’s wrist. Niall gasped as he felt his body gain it’s strength back. His head falling back on Zayn’s chest, blood dripping around his chin and down to his already blood stained shirt.
“Zayn are you alright?” Niall asked quietly. Zayn dropped his bloody wrist, leaning his head back against the wall behind him.
‘Y-Yea, I think I’ll be alright.”
Niall gave a small smile titlting his head up and looking at Zayn, whom looked at him as if he was an angel.
But really to Zayn, Niall was his angel. His now vampire angel.
‘I don’t know how I’m gonna go on like this.” Niall stated flatly as he stared at the bathroom wall across from him and Zayn. Zayn pulled his arms and wrapped them around Niall.
“It’s ok,” he started. “I’ll always be here for you.”