Jeremy's POV:

I paced back and fourth down the long hall, the floor to ceiling glass windows letting in warm shafts of morning sunlight.

I'd decided that he was dead.

But the girl. I needed to get the girl. And use her as bait to get Essence back. My Essence. Essence was mine first. And Niall had won her. But I wanted her back.

I sighed and paced faster. Once I had Essence back I could destroy the girl. She was living proof of the love I refused to believe was real. As long as their love lived, the girl lived. So I had to kill her.

The real question was, how to get her.

I spit into the carpet and walked outside, proceeding down the large grassy slope into town.

I began to walked down the sidewalk, ignoring the people who knocked into me, simply staring at the ground. I felt like years and years of hard work had lead my to a dead end. And to the the edge of a cliff. Essence was sure to tell the police, and that gave me only a few days to bail out of town before I was caught.

But where to go. My whole house was built to run my perfect business. My secret business. The buying and selling of women. I told Essence I killed the girls who didn't stay with her. And believe me some of them I did. The ones that would never sell. But I had spent years ensuring the word would never get out.

My only hope was to cover my tracks by moving and restarting my business from a different location. But where to go.

I stopped in my tracks. I'd looked up and noticed a girl walking just ahead of me, with wavy dark brown hair, down past her waist. The same color as my hair.

I felt a pang in my chest. No. Don't think about that.

But how could I not?

My sister had vanished in the fire that had claimed my mothers life. They'd found my mother's burned body, but my sisters had been completely turned to ash. They hadn't found a trace of her.

I began walking again, following the young woman. Perhaps I could get her alone and bring her back to my house. She'd be a good sale.

Suddenly I gasped audibly as I saw a glint of silver in her back pocket.

She had a knife.

Why did she have a knife?

Intrigued I quickened my pace until I was just behind her.

She walked with an awkward, twitch step, muttering to herself. She turned into quiet side street, where no one would see us. She was completely oblivious. Now was my chance.

I jumped forward and clamped one hand over her mouth and the other around her torso, holding down her arms and preventing her from making noise.

She struggled for a few moments, but as I was blocking her airways, she collapsed quickly into my arms, her back to me, making it easy to take her knife.

I flipped her over and gasped.

She looked just like...

no.



Niall's POV:


I woke to sunlight creeping in through the living room windows. Essy had fallen asleep in my arms, it had been so late when we'd finally stopped crying.

My mum had wrapped up her dinner and left it on the floor beside us because Essy had fallen asleep again by the time she was done.

Zayn called Louis and let him speak to Eleanor. I could hear her crying all the way down the hall. Then the three of them retreated into the small guest room.

"Essy," I whispered, gently shaking her awake. Her beautiful eyes opened sleepily, staring up at me as though she still barely believed it was me.

"I think you need to go change out of this... ah... thing, and maybe have some food," I whispered. She laughed sleepily and sat up, rubbing her eyes.

She looked even worse in daylight. As she tried to stand up she collapsed back onto the couch, too weak to stand. Obediently I carried her from the living room to my old bedroom, and she gasped, staring around at the familiar walls. I wondered if she remembered the last time she'd been in here.


Flashback: (Niall's POV)

I sat down on the corner of the bed, staring up into her beautiful eyes.

She straddled my lap, leaning in to kiss me passionately, giggling all the while. I pushed her away gently laughing.

"What?" I asked, still smiling.

"You look so cute without your shirt," she said smiling, running her fingers along my bare chest. We'd just come back from our friends party, and although she'd never drunk before I could tell she'd tried it out. To say the least.

She kissed me again, her hands drawing lines down my chest, then she ran her finger along the line of my pants. I groaned involuntarily, and she laughed again.

I fell back against the bed sheets, and she followed me, kissing me passionately. The moon shone brightly through the window. My parents were out of town. We were all alone.

My hands crept up the back of her shirt, and I quickly pulled it over her head. She'd never done anything like this before, but I knew she trusted me.

Unable to contain my excitement, I quickly removed my own pants, and then I slowly pulled off her skirt, leaving us kissing forcefully, only separated by a few scraps of clothing.

She was so innocent I wasn't going to ask her to do things with me I'd done with other girls I'd hooked up with at parties. She just wanted to be closer to me. This was love, not lust. And that made it even better.

I unclipped the clasp of her bra, and she shook it off of her, leaning in to connect our lips again. I flipped us over, so that I was on top, in control. I quickly slipped her our of her panties, and I shook off my boxers with ease.

I had no idea where my pants were, so I didn't have any condoms. The alcohol was clouding my judgement, so before I knew what I was doing, I positioned myself at her entrance.

I proceeded in slowly, and she let out a moan of pain. Well she was a virgin. A few moments later I felt her cherry pop.

I pushed in faster, deeper. She screamed loudly, and I kissed her forehead, telling her it was going to be okay. One hand was holding me up off her, the other was around her waist, pulling her closer to me with every thrust.

"Fuck Ess!" I screamed, as we both peaked at the same moment, shuddering, and I released. I pulled out of her quickly after, unable to process what had just happened. Tears of pain and joy were still running down her cheeks and I leaned in to kiss her.

She was perfect.


Niall's POV:

I tried to not blush. That was when I'd gotten her pregnant. I had been such an idiot. She was so innocent, she didn't know at the time what could happen.

But now we had Espy. And she was perfect.

"Come on," I said hastily, attempting to get our minds off the topic. "Take off that... thing."

I set her down gently, making sure she wouldn't collapse, as she still looked a little light headed.

She laughed weakly and pulled off what looked like a potato sack. I sucked in a breath as she stood naked before me, smiling innocently.

Her whole body was covered in cuts and bruises, and what looked like stab marks. I didn't even care that she was naked. I pulled her to me, and hugged her tightly, trying not to cry.

I was pretty sure a shower in hot water would make her pass out again, so I just handed her some of my boxers and and old T-shirt, and she pulled them on carefully.

Then I pulled back the bed sheets, and helped her climb in. I quickly removed my gross shirt and pants, and pulled on a new pair of sweats. Then I climbed in after her.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, and she let out a happy sigh. I closed my eyes and breathed in her familiar scent. I couldn't believe I thought for a moment anything was more important than having her here with me.

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