Amour

*LOUIS POV*

"You want me to sugar coat it for you?" Roger looks helplessly at me.

"Its that bad?" I panic

"I'm so sorry, Louis."

"Just.........tell me what's wrong with her."

"To put this as simply as possible, her body is trying to save itself by killing itself. Something got into her system and it started to gradually eat away her immune system and by the time her white blood cells picked it up, it had already made itself at home. Look at her x-rays. Her bones are almost gelatinous which means if she were to bump into something too dense or fall down a flight of stairs...........she could snap like a twig. Her body refuses to go down without a fight, its trying to push out as much toxins as it can by means of tears, sweating or even bleeding. She can't afford to eat anything because then the digestive system will come into play, which will draw energy away from the war that's happening inside of her and it could kill her."

I stare at him completely dumbfounded. I find my voice and ask a single question.

"What did this to her?"

"It isn't human, no human substance can reek havoc like this. Its hyzer."

Hyzer. I rack my brain until I find an indication to its origin.

"Hyzer is a war medication for us. Its an acid to humans."

"Exactly."

"Who has an antidote?"

"No ones ever needed an antidote, Louis."

"Well we bloody need one now."

"We can't create anything for her because it could have a force reaction, she could die."

"As if she isn't headed there now. Roger, who knows anything about hyzer?"

"Besides me..........only one person."

"Who?"

"Michael."

"Anyone else?"

"I wish I could but I don't have any raw hyzer samples in my possession and it's an illegal substance -"

An ear-busting buzzing interrupts him. Roger's in full panic mode as he rushes over to examination table-turned-bed beside that is a part of his work area. He hurries over to one of the dozen computers that are monitoring Sam's breathing and all vitals. I recognize the one Roger is fidgeting with - the heart monitor - but the usual rhythmic beating of her heart has been interrupted. The screen displays a shockingly weak line from East to West indicating that her heart isn’t in its best shape right now.
My heart on the other hand is racing and can be heard all around as it relocates to my throat forming a lump. Sam’s face is hidden as she covers as much of her body as she can with the blanket she refuses to release.

“Go talk to Michael now, Louis. I don’t think her heart can support itself much longer.” Roger both shouts and begs me.

He says something afterwards but it’s inaudible because I’m up the stairs and out the door in record time. There’s only one place I’d find Michael at this time and I vowed never to go there, maybe God can make an exception this one time.


***

*SAM POV*

“Hang in there, Samantha. Louis will be right back.” Roger is speaking to me from his station beside the harsh metal table I’m lying on.

My tongue itches to answer him, to say that I feel everything failing within me but my voice has gotten lost a good twenty minutes ago. I uncovered the situation when I thought I was screaming at the horrid pain in my chest but no sound came out. I felt like Alice falling down the hole to Wonderland, just drifting to a destination you know to be unsafe but there’s nothing you can do about it. Just wait.

***

*LOUIS POV*

“Michael!” The jackass is seated at VAMPO’s bar – I never understood why they even had one put in – armed with a glass brimming with golden liquid. It really is a shame we can’t actually get drunk.
He looks at me but snorts and looks back down at his drink. This isn’t going to be easy but I don’t have the time to play games. Sam has got under an hour and I’ll do whatever it takes to elongate that duration.

“Michael. I need your help.” I stand impatiently next to him.

“Hello there, Louis. Long time no see, let’s have a drink. Sit down.” He brings the glass up to his lips and the quantity of its contents decreases.

“Michael, I really don’t have time for this. I need your help.”

“With what? What could possibly be so important that you…oh, I see. Its Sam, isn’t it?”

It frustrates me that he knows her name and I make a note to ask him how he knows that at a later stage.

“Yes.”

“What happened to her?”

“Do you promise to help?”

“No.”

“Michael, I know we’ve had disagreements and conflicts in the past but I need you to-“

“Disagreements? Is that how you sum up what happened between us? Because of you everyone thinks I’m a crazy scientist with lethal substances with him all the time. One fucking word from the great Louis Tomlinson could ruin anyone’s reputation. What happened was a mistake, I accept that I had made a mistake –“

“Your mistake killed people.”

“People die everyday and I know that if you’re coming to me, Sam isn’t doing too well either. It’s a shame because I liked her.”

“You bastard, Sam had nothing to do with our past. She’s just an innocent girl who got hyzer in her system and I need to get it out. She doesn’t deserve to suffer, Michael.”

“Hyzer, you say?”

“Yeah, hyzer.”

“How did she consume hyzer?”

“We don’t know.”
“Fine. I will help but under one condition.”

“Name your price.”

“Still don’t know me at all, Tommo. I want you to clear my name so we can move past this once and for all.”

“Done.”

“But I’m also not doing this for you, I’m doing it for her because if something happens to her you might go rogue and run VAMPO to the ground.”

“I probably will.”

“I still know you better than you know yourself.”

“I guess you do.”

He finishes his drink and settles the tab quickly before grabbing his coat so we can leave.

***

*SAM POV*

The God-awful face is inches from mine. I see an indiscreet tattoo on his neck, a large Z. His hair resembles Frankenstein's, his eyes a hollow and ghastly gold with skin snow white and scar that have blackened. He grins down at me baring 32 razor sharp molars and I scream using every ounce of energy left but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t back away. Instead he lifts his hand to behold a dagger laced with blood. Looking down at my exposed arm I see a gash along my forearm with my ulna almost in view. I glance back up at him to see the dagger coming down once more.

I jolt awake and cringe away from the bright fluorescent light instantly. I’m sitting on something uncomfortably solid and my butt feels sore. Intrigue gets the better of me and I peek up at my surroundings, everything is spotless with each object having its place. Am I in a lab? Hospital? My eyes travel left and land on a brown chair that looks comfy in comparison to my current seat. A familiar face is looking cautiously at me. Louis shifts in his chair as he edges closer.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” He takes my hand and a chill shoots up my arm.

“Your hand is cold.” I respond and he lets out a long sigh of relief.

“Screw my hand. How do you feel?”

“Back to normal, I guess. The suicidal thoughts are almost completely gone. What was wrong with me?”

‘That isn’t funny.”

“Sorry.”

“You just caught a terrible bug.”

“I’ve studied every disease and I’ve never come across one with these symptoms.”

“Well you obviously didn’t study hard enough. Come here, I want to hold you.”

"Louis. Tell me what was wrong with me."

"Later, baby."

He successfully diverts my train of thought – for now – when he drags me off the table and onto his lap. I cozy up to him, allowing him to bury his face in my neck and his arms caging my waist. I giggle shyly when he kisses the base of my throat and it tickles. I wrap my arms around his neck and move my neck to the side to allow him more access.

“Are you hungry?" He speaks against my skin

"I can eat." I say simply but neither of us make an attempt to move.

"Glad to see you're okay, Sam." A third voice intervenes and I struggle out of Louis' hold before standing. Its Michael and Roger is standing beside him.

I don't bother with the puzzled expressions and questions instead I get off Louis.

"How do you feel?" Roger asks me.

"Better. A lot better. Thank you." I smile in sincere appreciation at them both and I see Louis rise to stand beside me.

"You're welcome, Sam. We just thought we'd come down and inform you about a few precautions you need to take." Michael talks before Roger gets a chance and I paste a courteous smile on my visage.

"Precautions?"

"Simple stuff like don't stress yourself out unnecessarily physically or otherwise and Roger here thinks you should keep your eating to a minimum too-"

"We want to give your body time to recover." Roger gets his explanation in and I nod in understanding.

"W-what was wrong with me?" I stutter and hear Louis' sharp intake of breath.

Roger's eyes dart nervously to Louis then to me, he opens then closes his mouth silencing whatever he had planned. Michael shakes his head with a chuckle before looking directly at me.

"You were poisoned, Sammy." He states matter-of-factly.

I stare blankly at him along with Roger and Louis who is practically oozing irritation at this point. I appreciate Michael's honesty with me but my fear is at an all time high. Why would someone want to poison me? Was it a person? Someone I know, maybe? I shove my hands into my pockets when I realize that I'm wearing shorts. The temperature in this - Lab? Hospital? Basement? - room has dropped tremendously in three seconds.

"Poisoned? By what?"

"What we know as hyzer. Its a chemical used in our.......civilization that can cause great harm if a human were to consume it in any form."

I can attest to that.

"How did it enter my system?"

"We don't know yet. Hyzer can only be used in liquid form so you probably ate or drank it without even acknowledging it. Did you drink anything that was foreign to you in the past......week maybe?"

The first thing to cross my mind is the evening I had a drink with Louis' mom. I did drink something new that day. It didn't taste unusual but then again I have never had a mocktail before that meeting. Why would she want to put hyzer in my drink? I recall her warnings about Louis but she certainly couldn't have been driven to such lengths as to contaminate my drink. Was she? I decide not to say anything now, I'll tell Louis later when we're alone.

"Um, no. Not that I can recall."

Michael looks disbelievingly at me but says nothing. Does he know something?

"You should take her home, Louis. She'll need some rest and some food. I'll check in later by ringing you." Roger says and departs followed by Michael.

"And let her sleep, Louis. The last thing she needs is you keeping her up all night when she should be resting. See you around, Sammy." Michael comments before hurrying off after Roger.

My cheeks have turned a bright pink compliments of Michaels unprofessional comment. I turn to face Louis who's looking darkly at me, a rather familiar expression haunting his expression. I bite my lip - accidentally on purpose - and he gasps.

"I'm still a little hungry." I step closer and he snakes his strong arms around my waist pulling me closer.

"So am I." He swoops down and kisses me hard letting me know that his hunger has nothing to do with food. I giggle - again - and grip Louis' shoulders to stop myself from falling over but Michael's cautionary statement comes unwelcome and unsavory into my mind.

"Just take me home, please."

"Your wish is my command, baby."

He kisses me once more before taking my hand and leading me out of the mysterious room. He opens the car door for me and buckles me in before getting into the drivers' seat.

"I can buckle myself in you know." I say nonchalantly because it doesn't really make me uncomfortable.

"I know but I like doing it." He winks at me and I blush.

***

My feet have only a pair of socks to provide protection from the bitingly cold tiles in Louis' apartment. The chilly air is cut off when Louis closes the door behind him but goosebumps are still present. Then suddenly I remember something.

"What about Nana? She is going to be worried about me." I look at him full of worry.

"I called her and told her you were fine." He says simply.

"I have to go home, Louis. She's my grandmother and she'll want to see me."

"I know that. I just.........I can't take you to her right now. When I was taking you to Roger I'd kidnapped you from your bedroom and she may have seen just how able I am."

"What?"

"I'm going to have some explaining to do the next time I see her."

"Why would you......that's so irresponsible, Louis. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, Sam. All I saw was you and you were hurting and all I wanted to do was stop it. To stop the pain, so you didn't have to feel it. I didn't care who saw."

His words are so soft and caring, I just want to hug him to make sure he's real. To reassure myself that he's there and all mine. Whatever did I do to deserve someone who cares so much?

"Oh Louis."

I stand on my tip toes and kiss him wrapping my arms around his neck to bring him down to me. He grabs my waist and returns the kiss, fingertips pressing into my skin as the thin shirt I have one isn't the best covering.

"I promised to protect you, so you didn't have to go through any pain but I failed you. I don't deserve you."

He presses his forehead to mine and keeps his face within finger space of mine. Our lips are in close proximity but they don't meet.

"Shoosh! Never say that because I love you, Louis. With every fiber of my being and more."

"And its by a miracle that you do."

"No, it isn't a miracle because miracles happen only once and I'll love you for as long as this earth is spinning."

He rubs his nose against mine and kisses me one more time. We stand there silent as can be inhaling each others breath with our eyes staring into one another's.

"You bearly have any clothes on, you must be cold. Go have a shower and I'll bring up some food in a bit." He breaks the silence first.

"Oh okay then." I move out of his hold and turn to leave.

"Wait." He pulls me back and I fall against his chest. "I could come upstairs and help you. Food can wait." He smirks darkly at me and I melt inside.

"I think I can handle it." I kiss him and spin around to leave.

I hurry upstairs and into his room before closing the door and stripping down to get into the shower. Hunting through Louis' drawers I drag out a pair of boxers and a shirt.
I shut the bathroom door behind me and turn on the shower. The warm water seems to have healing powers as it flows through my hair and down my body. I shampoo my hair and thoroughly lather the soap all over my body as if each soap sud was a relaxing acupuncture needle. I notice a few bruises on my legs and my feet.

I retrieve a towel from the rack and wrap it around me before stepping out and getting the shock of my life when I see Louis standing in front of the mirror with a packet in his hand.

"Gosh! Can I help you?" I gasp and clutch the towel tighter.

"I got you this and I was supposed to give it to you later but you can have it now." He holds out the packet nervously and I take it.

"And you thought scaring me when I got out if the shower was the best way to give it to me?"

"Well, it does have its benefits." He winks and I roll my eyes.

"Out. Now."

"Going."

He leaves and closes the door. I open the packet to find the last thing I expected to find. Its a bra. I laugh soundlessly wondering whatever it was that possessed him to buy me a bra when I remember the night he practically tore mine in the heat of the moment. I blush at the memory as I take it out of its packaging and attempt to put it on.

When I'm done I go back out to the bedroom and find Louis sitting cross legged on the bed with a plate on the bedside table. I can't help but smile at the beauty of this man inside and out. I crawl into the bed and mimic his posture beside him.

"Here you go." He hands me the plate and a fork. Its pasta and I'm salivating already.

"Thank you." I respond gratefully

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

My eyebrows crease in confusion, I don't remember a TV in this room. The room is dark as it is night and all the light are off.

"Sure. What movie?"

"I was thinking the gospel choir but you can choose if you want to."

I laugh wholeheartedly and grip my plate to ensure it doesn't fall over.

"As enticing as that sounds, how about a scary movie instead?"

"Scary movie? I thought girls didn't like those."

"Sorry to disappoint you."

"I have a few scary films. Let me check."

He jumps off the bed and strides over to the large solid table that's against the wall in front of me. There's a sleek flatscreen hung on the wall that I hadn't seen in here before. He opens a cabinet below the TV and bends to browse over the numerous labels while I eat careful to chew my food properly.

"I have Dead Silence and Ghost Ship." He says after a while.

"I remember Dead Silence. James Wan directed it and he's amazing so let's go with that."

"James who?"

"Wan. I love his work and we're going scary movie shopping one day."

"We shall."

He puts the movie on and hits play. The usual copyright and piracy warnings pop up to my irritation. I put the plate on the table as Louis climbs back in next to me. He unexpectedly grabs my legs and pulls them onto his lap before covering me with the blanket.

"What are you doing?" I don't mind but it would be nice to hear his reasoning.

"Its cold." He says simply before kissing my knee.

The movie grips me in the opening scenes and when it ends I sigh sadly.

"Awesome movie." He comments before putting the TV off and turning to face me.

"Were you even paying attention?" I raise my eyebrow at him knowing that despite the darkness he'll be able to see.

"There wasn't much to focus on. She died, her husband went looking for a reason. He died."

"Well that really sums it all up. I didn't know you had a TV in here."

"And that's because there other distracting forms of entertainment in bedrooms."

He pulls me onto his lap with my legs bent on either side so that I'm straddling him. I put my hands on his shoulders before wrapping them around his neck and he presses his lips to mine. He moves to the spot below my ear and kisses my skin, then gently biting my ear and I giggle.

"You smell nice." He praises.

I say nothing and instead I move back so that I can see his face. I run the backs of my fingers along his jaw and stubble feeling the start of facial hair.

"I want to see them. Please." I whisper looking into his eyes and he frowns but understands.

He parts his lips and his breathing has quickened as has mine. The pair of white fangs come into view and I gasp not from fear but rather from their beauty. My minds takes me back to the night in my room when Louis had first shown me this and I was mesmerized.
I replicate my actions from that night, leaning forward to plant an innocent kiss on each of them. Louis closes his eyes and completely surrenders to my actions keeping a hold on my waist only.

"Lie down." I command feeling a little nervous about my new plan.

He obeys immediately, sliding down onto his back with me now sitting on his lap. He has no shirt on and that makes life a little easier right now. I kiss him chastely just before he retracts the two daggers in his mouth, then kissing his jaw and down his neck to the base. He moans in appreciation and I continue to his chest where the first tattoo is. Keeping my hands on either side of him I kiss his skin where the beginning of the tattoo lies. Slipping it out I run the tip of my tongue along the lines of the first alphabet and I feel Louis' hands tighten on my waist. His eyes are still closed.

Traveling lower to his abdomen I leave a trail of kisses in my path until I get to his hips. I leave a line with the tip of my tongue from one hip to the other above the band of his boxers that hang in that sexy way off his hips.
I curl my fingers shakily around the band of his boxers and he shoots upright.

"Wait. Are you sure?" He looks at me concerned and I nod reassuringly. He lays back down after assessing my answer.

I pull the band of his underwear down trying not to focus on the possibility that he might be watching me. He springs free and I hold my breath. Am I ready to do this now?
I wrap my hand around him before kissing the tip and letting him enter my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his shaft after I gain some confidence and moving up and down with slow movements. His hips begin to rock to the messy rhythm and he groans loudly. I place my hand at the base and move further down him almost greedily and he gasps. I go as deep as I can fueled by my newborn bravery, feeling dominant for a change. I let my hand wander down to below the base and I press my nails into his balls, my teeth clamp down on him gently.

"Sam." He moans my name and I feel a sense of achievement to not be the vulnerable one for once. "I don't want to come. I want to be inside you."

I release him and he pulls me to eye level before rolling over so that he's hovering above me. He deftly drags my shorts off and tosses them aside, his mouth lands on mine just as he slides hastily into me claiming me as his in every possible way. My fingers get lost in his hair as I struggle to keep from screaming while he moves in and out of me. I fail miserably when my fingers move to his back and my nails dig into his back, a raspy scream escaping my lips.

I feel it coming as my body responds to Louis quicker than my mind does. Surprisingly we find our releases together, I shatter into a thousand pieces beneath him and he falls onto me still supporting his own body weight. He tilts my chin up to kiss me, my mind and body are spent and my movements are lazy.

"You're mine. All of you. In every moment. You belong to me and I to you." His voice takes on a demanding and dark tone as he stares into my eyes.

"Yes." I hiss because I have no energy to give a complete response.

I flinch as he pulls out of me while kissing my mouth fervently, as if with every passing moment he hoped to prove just how much he loved me. He pulls on a new pair of boxers and gets back into bed all before I take a breath. Purposely moving with a lack of speed I tug my shorts back on before joining Louis.

"Sleep, baby." He kisses my forehead and cages me in a hug. I fall asleep with my head against his chest and his chin resting on it.

I'm running through the streets of London but I've never seen these routes before. Where am I going? All I know is that I'm being chased but I don't know by who. The necklace Louis gave me feels heavy and is slowing me down. Something encircles my arm pulling me back, I land with a thud on the stone street. Its him. The Z man. He's grinning evilly as he looms over me. I can't move, I'm bound by invisible rope. Sometimes all you have is your scream.

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