~Zayn’s pov~
Rhydian was dead, and burnt into a million pieces of ash. “There is no way he can fix himself this time.” Marcel sighed, “Did you know that? Vampires could ‘stick’ themselves back together with venom I presume. If we don’t burn them, then they will keep coming back.” Niall shook his heads but I didn’t reply. I was thinking, remembering.
That day when my girlfriend, Perrie, died. She got shot by a murderer. Right in the heart. She was on her way home from a party I had tempted her to go to. “Come on! It will be well fun! There is going to be karaoke and everything. It’s my mate’s sister’s birthday and it just won’t be fun without you.” She had nodded in agreement and went to buy a dress. One the way home she got shot. It was pure daylight so I just don’t understand how no one saw. It was my fault, it should’ve been me.
“Hello? Mate you’re spacing out again!” Harry waved one of his large hands in front of my face, fortunately bringing me back to reality.
“Yeah, sorry, I’m…back?” I waved my arms in the air and low grunt noise came from Ellie. Her chest was pushing up and her face was snow white. Blood still oozed from Ellie where she had been harmed. Her veins looked weak and lifeless. And, gently sitting on her shoulder lays a crescent shaped bite mark. It took Marcel half a second to realize what that bastard had done. That bloodsucker had bitten Ellie. And his venom was killing her. Marcel froze like cement while Harry got closer. He pulled the piece of cloth from her mouth and out came the most ear blistering scream. “Sorry,” she whispered when Niall, I, Harry and even Marcel flinched. “The pain, it’s like my body has been set alight. She held one hand over her wrist for a couple of minutes-while we were silent. When she removed it, a cupcake pink scar now covered the wound. She repeated the same thing with all of her cuts and her bruises slowly faded.
She began to stand up, and just when she was on her feet, she leaned back on the wall, breathless.
“What a place, huh? That one place that makes you wish for anything except life. It really reeks down here. She wiped a hand over her forehead and looked at Marcel. He had gotten closer to her, but personal space was still needed.
“Is it true? Did he bite you?” a wine escaped his throat as she nodded and looked to the ground. “We’re going to get the venom out of you. I swear this isn’t the end.”
“The end? I’ll just be a hybrid. I assume that they are real too.”
“No. If a vampire bites someone like us we die. It’s as simple as that.” Ellie turned slightly green and then a deathly grey. Her eyes rolled back into her head and he knees went weak, giving her no support so she fell to the ground. Marcel pulled out a knife from his pocket and snarls, “if we are going to get it out of her, then we have to do it now. It’s simple,” he drops to his knees and cuts a long slash in her arm. “All we have to do cut her body, inject my blood into her and then hope her cuts heal in time.” He did a long, long, exceptionally long slice along her chest. Into her heart he brought out a needle with a tube connected to it. Where the hell did he get that from?
I couldn’t watch the next part. My stomach was turning as I heard the sound of something being interjected with her heart.
~Ellie’s pov~
My eyes rolled back and suddenly it was pitch black. I didn’t notice my legs had unbuckled until my head hit the ground. Then I was numb. All over me was numb until a sudden slice entered my skin. Right across my chest which by now was probably bear. Perfect. A sudden jab entered that place which felt like my heart and then I was freezing. The burning died off and then it got too cold. I was screaming at them to make it stop but the ice kept moving, kept pumping around my body. Freezing my blood-freezing it to the core. I knew it wasn’t time to open my eyes. Not yet, I felt the air around me. It was warm against my skin. My cloths had defiantly changed, satin was against my skin so I was guessing I was wearing a dress. Feeling like Bella from twilight, I tried to listen to that conversation around me.
“…she is going to wake, you can smell her. That bleach stench is gone.” A husky voice soothed. It was recognizable but I had no names to match.
“I know it’s just so frustrating, it’s been weeks and weeks and I’m worried. Oh Ellie just wake up!” someone held my hand while I tried to figure out this voice which my heart melted for. Marcel! Him, it was all coming back to me now. The love of my life. And that other person was Harry and then I remembered Rhydian, and everything else. My eyes fluttered and I could hold back the need to see my lovers face.
I scanned the room for Marcel. My eyes first seeing the light shade. I could see every colour coming from the bulb. Then I saw the five boys who formed Marcel’s pack. And I turned my head slightly to the left, and I saw gorgeous green eyes, pristine red lips that were stretched into a smile-raveling his dimples. Curls stuck to his face from sweat and I stroked his eyes brows, undoing the worry lines. I scanned the words in my head to say but only romantic and unreasonable things came into mind.
“I’m here. I’m alive,” I whispered and then I took a look at myself. I was sat up on my bed, just like I guessed; I was wearing a silk dress. It was minty blue with simple thick straps. I didn’t even want to think about how they got it on me. It was loose fitting but got tighter as I moved my legs to stand up.
“Hey, err, what are you doing?” Marcel wasn’t the only person confused at this question.
“I’m standing up, why? Is it bad for me?” worry over swept me for a moment and then it disintegrated when he sighed. My head snapped around at the others, there was a most peculiar smell floating around the room. I counted five boys, and then a female.
She had beautiful blonde hair and was wearing a black dress with a cross going down the middle. Her eyes were outlined black and lips a blood red. She grinned at my and kissed Zayn on the cheek.
“Zayn, who the hell is that girl standing next to you?” everybody looked at Zayn and then me.
“Err Ellie, there is no one there.” Louis looked worried and Zayn had gone ghostly pale.
“What does she look like?” the words came from Zayn’s mouth but his voice didn’t belong to him.
“She has smoky grey eyes and crimson lips. Her hair is bright blonde and she is wearing a dress with a big white cross going straight down the middle. No shoes are on her feet.” My voice was a low whisper as I realized who I was seeing. I had seen Perrie Edwards, Zayn’s ex girlfriend. She’d got shot after picking a dress to go to a party with Zayn. “Oh…”
“That was the dress she had picked, the one we buried her in.” a tear slid down his cheek in remembrance.
“It’s a definite fact that she still loves you Zayn, she keeps kissing at your cheeks and saying ‘I miss you.’” He smiled and turned around.
“I need to…go…somewhere. To be alone.” He walked out the door without a backward glance. Perrie had disappeared by now and the smell had blown away. I got up and walked to my window, flashbacks of the attempted suicide covering my view. I heard myself gasp and felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Niall, oh shit please tell me no one is listening to my heart which had just began to beat stupidly fast. The boy with sky blue eyes and ash blonde hair, his cheeky lips and plump cheeks made my heart skip a beat. I just stared into his eyes as he stared back at mine.
“Are you okay?” his soft Irish accent was concerned and I knew that he had heard my heart. How could I have a crush on my best mate’s boyfriend? Niall was also my best mate and I had a boyfriend of my own. Who I loved dearly.
“No, yes, oh god I’m so stupid!” I was so lost for words and I looked at Marcel to see his face was disowned. “Marcel, what’s wrong?”
“We need to go somewhere private.” His voice was disheartened as he grabbed me by the hand and took me down stairs. “Tell me straight, do you like Niall?”
“Yes,” I was going to be honest to him. “That wasn’t the whole reason why my heart changed, I was shocked and I was remembering all of the unfortunate events. I could’ve lied to you and said no. But I love you, and in a relationship like this, after everything we’ve gone through, I tell the truth.” He nodded and looked at the floor. He had always been vulnerable but in a case like this, I should’ve lied. “I don’t love him though. I just like the way he looks. He is in a happy relationship with my best mate Marcel,” I forced his chin up and looked him straight in the eyes, “I love you too much, we have gone through too much. Don’t let me go because of this.” I pleaded and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Seven weeks you where unconscious. I missed you Ellie. I missed the way no one could stay mad at you, the way you are willing to do anything as long as it helped someone. The way you look at me.” His lips were getting closer to mine and I was fed up with waiting. I stood on my tippy toes for Marcel was taller than me. My arms wrapping around his neck as our soft lips touched each other.
We both pulled away gasping for air. I griped his hand and we walked up stairs.
“Just leave it Liam!” Louis yelled, sounding frustrated.
“No! She needs me!” Liam replied, as we walked through the door.
“Who does?” I felt my brows furrow in confusion. Niall and Harry where sat on the bed, talking quietly. Louis was sat on the floor with his head in his hands and Liam was pacing around with his phone in his hand.
“My ex girlfriend. She’s been arrested and wants me to be her appropriate adult.” Liam sighed and shook his head, “the reason I left her was because she was a psychopath.”
“What did she do?” I felt bad asking questions a time like this but needs must.
“She’d…beat up my mum and sister. Once she trapped me in the house with the oven on. She was just an all round nutter. She had been since I met her. So I don’t know why I stayed with her, and I don’t know why I thought I should help her.”
“Ditto,” Louis sighed before standing up and wrapping his arms around Liam’s waist.
“Whoa, tell me when this happened!” I gestured to the two boys who were getting cosy.
“Six months ago,” Niall and Harry were still absorbed in their conversation; both of their eyes were twinkling. I couldn’t help the smile that stretched upon my face at all of the young love.
“It’s just a shame for Zayn. We need to get him back on the road. Find him someone else, I mean I don’t know who Penelo-Perrie is but I’m sure she is nice and would want Zayn to move on.”
“Why did you start to say Penelope I presume?” Harry asked, suddenly joining reality.
“I have this friend you see. Her name is Penelope she is great fun and she looks a lot like Perrie, his ex.” They looked at me, as if trying to send me a telepathic message saying ‘bring out your fricking phone!’ “I have just the idea!”
~Penelope’s pov~
“Excuse me?” a little and chiming voice rang in my ear. I slowly turned around to see a little girl holding out a book. Autographs. I bent down and smiled.
“Hello little girl,” I took the book and signed my apparent signature, “What’s your name darling?”
“Eliza Zhivanevskaya,” Russian I see, “why are you in this old super market? Aren’t you like famous?”
“I don’t class myself famous dear, I’m only her,” I pointed to the autograph on the piece of cream paper, “sister. Nothing more, nothing less.” Eliza looked disappointed as she gave me a sympathetic hug and ran to her mother.
I was here on clean up duty for my sister’s grave; just the thought of her death gave me the chills. I knew that Zayn bloke was bad news from the start. I shook my head and began to stand up. I turned to find the section where the flowers are when I suddenly crashed into someone with a heck of a hard body.
“I am so sorry!” said a deep voice; I took a closer look to see a body with raven hair with a blonde strip. Dark skin and only wearing a baggy T-shirt and pale shorts with canvas pumps. The one and only Zayn, his eyes looked dead and burned-filled with sorrow.
“Are you okay?” I didn’t notice how sincere my voice sounded until his eyes seemed to glow a little bit more.
“Perrie? I thought…” shit, I forgot she never told him. What a better time to come clean.
“Actually it’s Penelope. This is insane, but I was her twin sister. I’m here to get some flowers to clean her grave. Wanna come?” my words sounded slurred but it was the surprise that had drunken me.
“Sure, that would be…cool.” His breath stank of tobacco and I turned away. “Where ya going?”
“To pay for these Roses, don’t worry I’ll be back!” I yelled for I was half way don’t the isle.
“Let me,” Zayn was suddenly close and it made my heart pound a little. I handed him the roses for his voice was seductive and persuasive. God, what am I talking about?
My phone rang to the ring tone ‘Going nowhere’ by Little mix.
“Hello?” A familiar chirpy voice spoke into the phone, Ellie.
“Hey Ellie, it’s Penelope, obviously! So what’s up?”
“I need you to come to dinner tonight! We all got lots of weird and exciting news. And I need a favor.” I heard someone chuckle at the other end of the phone before I answered.
“’Kay babe see you tonight!” I ended the call with curiosity over whelming me. I wondered what this ‘favor’ would be. Maybe it’s date Zayn? I actually wouldn’t mind that. Yeah, maybe.
“Hello? Err, Penelope?” Zayn’s voice was a light mock.
“Oh sorry! All paid for? Let’s go.” Slurring words again made me blush, God, and all the signs are there. Am I developing feelings for Zayn? I use to hate him until like ten minutes ago when I looked at him. I barley know him!
We walked along the never ending path looking at the ground or the sky. Feeling awkward I stopped in my tracks and placed a hand on Zayn’s right shoulder. His body tensed under my hand and I walked a little closer. Placing my other hand on his left shoulder so I was in front of him, I gently placed my lips on his and pulled back to see his face was bright red. My hands slid around his neck just as his finished placing themselves around my hips.
Our lips connected and a sudden flashing light burned my eyes. Though, I didn’t open them for I wanted this moment to stay. But eventually the press began asking questions and I and Zayn had to let go. I ran my fingers though my hair and pulled out my phone.
Penelope
Coming to yours, get ready for the paparazzi! Sorry!
Ellie
Fuck you! ;)
“I got us somewhere to go, follow me.” I whispered into Zayn’s ear before running around the corner and down an alley.