He sat in the grass under the shade of an oak tree, almost a photo of what true beauty was. A photo of chocolate colored tousled curls, slender eyebrows furrowed in concentration, lovely Cupid’s bow shaped lips pursed, jade green eyes and fair skin.

Perfection.

He had baby pink flowers linked together in a crown around his head. His scent was so soft, so pure and sweet like the flower crown sitting crookedly upon his brow. His smile was faint as his hand diligently scribbled into a synthetic leather bound journal.

“Harry!” At the sound of his name he immediately looked, attentive. “Liam!” he replied, his smile widening further. A brunette man in a red plaid shirt and blue jeans called to him, surrounded by a soft yellow, orange, blue and green glow. Harry saw colors around people, their auras if you will- but lately Liam’s aura seemed to be fading darker to an almost sadder color.
“Hey. Are you drawing again?”
“Yeah.”
Liam leaned over, bracing his hand on the tree as his eyes scanned over charcoal drawing. “It’s lovely.” He complimented.
“Thanks.”
“Well, we’ve got to go- ‘else you’ll be late to class again. “Liam said worriedly.
“That’s fine. I don’t really agree with the professor -”
“Harry.”
“And his teachings-“
“C’mon, mate. You worked hard to get into this Uni.”
Harry frowned. “Alright…”He murmured, standing up. He gathered his things, his charcoal, and his journal and placed them into a forest green satchel. Then he and Liam walked, hurriedly to the other side of the campus.
--
Louis was starving.
No.
Actually, Louis was absolutely ravenous. He was craving blood. It had been so long since he last drank and he was so thirsty and hungry. His throat and stomach burned and panged, throbbing with the intense white-hot pain and need.

He had managed to get into this club; all he needed was someone who wanted to take him home. Luring them away should be easy enough.

He was attractive enough, with his straight yet feathery long dark brown hair, a red streak in it that was a sharp contrast to the cobalt blue of his eyes. Those hypnotic eyes nestled in a frame of lovely long lashes. That was the nature of his affliction, he had been comely when this world had been young but now it was like something magnetized people to him.
He was told it made him more beautiful.

Perhaps, his attire helped. The ripped punk clothing, the tattoo on his neck and ones on his his arms, the piercing on his left eyebrow and the one in his bottom lip on the right, his small gages, and the dark eyeliner on his waterline. A girl was making eye contact with him from afar. She looked interested in him by the way her eyes kept scanning him. He smiled in response, showing pearly whites.

If only she knew what he really was, she’d never smile back or make her way to him. She’d run as fast as she could, screaming.

Not that it would’ve mattered.

“Hi.” She said, her voice breathy. “Hey.” Louis replied, he could hear heart pounding and smell her body’s reaction to his appearance. “Want to dance?” she asked, coyly fluttering her eyelashes.

Ah, American.

Louis didn’t really have a flavor preference, but they tasted different depending on region, diet, even the kind of toothpaste they used-
But, his stomach was rumbling.
And he didn’t care who she was or where she was from.
“I’d love to.” Louis answered.
--
“HELP!” A girl screamed, her legs trembling as she ran. Only when she ran under a street lamp were the crimson red stains on her neck and her sparkling blue top visible. Pain was all round her, in her wounds, her lungs as they inhaled, her legs as she staggered.

“HELP! “She yelled, and froze when she heard footsteps near to her.

She screamed again and ducked into an alleyway.

“N-No… please.” She sobbed when she turned and saw a figure standing there in the dim lighting. It moved closer and closer.

The man…No, the thing she met in the club had attacked her… One moment they had been kissing by the exit of the club, a slightly shady-looking area. His lips had been all over her mouth and neck, his hands everywhere, he was skillful as if he done this hundreds of times with hundreds of different women, almost. He had been kissing at her neck when she breathed “More.”

That was the exact moment when he had bitten right into her neck like some kind of-

Vampire.

He had tore at her neck like an animal, laughed when she screamed in pain. There was no way that he was one of her kind…

He couldn’t have been human.


“Oh, babe. I’m so hungry. You taste good enough, too. You’re hardly the best I’ve ever drank- but… you’ll do fine. Just enough to satisfy me.”

She sobbed as he moved closer, pushing her against the stonewall. “No.” She croaked. Louis’ head dipped down and his lips grazed her neck, finding where he had initially begun feeding. The wound was still oozing blood, her heartbeat and pulse had quickened the flow and it was pushing the blood out and…

Oh, it smelled so good.

He needed to drink now. He really needed it. The years, the whole century without blood had been torture… Gods above help him- he tried so hard to keep his promise. But he needed to be strong when he exacted his revenge-

“No.”

How rude. She interrupted his internal monologue.

“Please, I’m doing you a favor.” Louis retorted.

“What-“

He snorted. “You’d die anyways. In six days, months, or sixty years… Who knows? Plus, if it weren’t you- I’d drink anyone dry. You just happened to come to me.” He said. She tried to turn away and Louis tightened his grip on her.

“It’s not fair.” She sobbed.

“I guess you could say this bites.”

“You’re sick!” she screamed and Louis covered her mouth with one of his hands and a laugh escaped him. “Wish they’d appreciate my sense of humor more.” He murmured. She slammed her fists futilely against him as he bit her again. It had been so long since he drank- he began to tear at her throat again and the warm blood was flowing, flowing just for him.

Oh, she tasted so good.

It took a few moments and she went limp, her soft gargles and sobs of pain silenced. Several minutes passed and he drank and drank until he was sustained, then he let her fall to the ground. He sighed in sweet relief. He felt almost full. So close to being satisfied.

But, the bloodlust was gone for this moment. His hands were shaking when he truly saw the mess he had made. He broke his promise. He felt so dirty. He needed to clean his mess up. How long since he had been in this area- a century, almost? If hunters still lurked about here, he needed to make her look like she was killed by one of her own kind.

That should be simple enough with the knife in his pocket. However, another question came to mind.

Should he hide the body? And if so, where?

Louis had a visit to pay to an old friend, apparently.

--

Harry lay in his bed, rubbing at his eyes. His homework was long finished, as was his thesis. He tried song writing but nothing came to mind. It was the same with drawing too. He had already bathed, brushed his teeth. He already talked to his older sister, also his roommate and friend Liam was out on a date.

“You act like you’ve only one friend, Harold…” He murmured to himself. He hung out with a group of other flower children like himself, but mostly they just sang and talked about love and such- not that there was anything wrong with such things, he loved it. But, Harry couldn’t recall where their dorms were and if they even lived on campus.

He really wanted to play his acoustic guitar. Well, he was actually trying to learn how to play. But, the last time he did a guy’s girlfriend from a dorm next door came over and yelled at him to shut up. Also, that he sucked at playing guitar. Liam told him to go ahead and play anyways, but Harry really didn’t want her to scream at him again- of course it didn’t stop him from trying to play it on other occasions.

A soft knock came from the door. Harry got up and answered the door. He thought maybe Liam returned early for a moment, but even in the horrid lighting of the hallway he could clearly see his visitor was not Liam.

“Hello, umm…sorry, what’s your name?” The man asked.

“Harry. “

“Hi, Harry. Is Liam here?”

Harry shook his head slowly.

“Where is he?”

“On a date.”

“Oh.” The man looked disappointed.

“He might be back soon. Do you want to wait for him?”

“Sure- and I’m Niall, by the way. Niall Horan.” He said as Harry moved so he could step in. In the lighting of the room away from the poorly lit corridor Harry realized Niall’s hair was actually a lilac color just like the lilac-plum spotted color of his aura that surrounded him.

“I, erm, like your hair.” Harry said quietly.

Niall looked at Harry, eyes halting on his head where his flower crown sat upon his mess of curls. “I like your flower crown thing.” He replied. Harry smiled, a little flush on his cheeks. “Thanks… I actually, uh, made it myself.” He answered.

“Really?” Niall asked.

“Mm-Hmm.”

“Are they real?”

Harry nodded. “They’re wild flowers. I usually use fake ones, though… and sometimes I feel bad picking them, so I plant more back in the same spot or water any sprouting ones.” He confessed, as he sat on his bed. “That’s nice.” Niall replied and smiled, his eyes then settled on the corner of the dorm where Harry’s guitar stood in its stand.

“You play?” He asked.

“Umm, kind of. I’m still learning. But, I sing.” Harry answered.

“Cool.”

“What about you?”

Niall opened his mouth to reply, when Harry’s cellphone rang.

“Erm… I-I’m terribly sorry, but- um, excuse me.” Harry apologized; he answered the phone quickly with a hello.

“It’s Zayn.”

“Oh- hi, mate.”

“I need to ask you something.”

“What?”

“Is there a bloke there?”

“Umm… maybe?”

“Brunette or maybe Blonde hair? Irish? His name’s Niall.”

“Well, it’s like purple or maybe, pink-ish hair… is that, erm, called lilac? But…Yeah to everything else…?” Harry answered.

“Okay. I’ll be right over.”

“What? Why? I thought you were on a holiday-“

The call ended.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Who was it?” Niall asked curiously, his head tilted. A small twinge in his stomach told him not to answer, but he did anyways.

“Oh, a friend of mine- Zayn Malik.”

Niall’s eyes widened a little.

“D’you know him?” Harry asked and Niall nodded. “Yeah. Really well.” He answered, almost despondently. Harry looked at him and saw Niall’s colors flare a few blue and red spots.

--

“Zayn. Hi.” Harry said when he answered the door greeted with the sight of his friend’s dark hair and eyes and the familiar leather jacket he wore. Zayn managed to give a small quiet greeting to Harry, but his eyes and his lovely warm brown and maroon aura darkened when he saw Niall. “We’ve got to talk.” He said to the lilac-haired man.

Niall looked so utterly defeated that Harry couldn’t help but feel bad for him.

Harry’s phone rang again and seeing Liam’s number he quickly picked up. “Harry. I’m coming, now.” Liam said, sounding out of breath.

“Cool. Your friend came over.”

“Who?”

“His name’s Niall. He was really nice. He had lilac hair-“

“Harry… did anyone else show up?”

“Yeah, Zayn too. He needed to talk to Niall.”

“Oh, no…”

“What? You and Zayn are pretty good friends.”

“Harry.”

“What’s wrong? Li? You sound worried.”

Liam sucked in a rattling breath. “Is there another guy there?” he asked, worry evident in his voice.

“Umm, why-“

“HARRY! Yes or no?” Liam shouted into the phone, his voice was trembling.
“No…”Harry answered, taken aback before pausing. “Excuse me, Liam. I don’t appreciate you yelling me. That was quite rude…”he mumbled.

“I’m really sorry. But, are you sure no else stopped by?”

“Yeah. I’d tell you.”

“Okay.”

The door opened and Zayn and Niall entered.

“You talking to Liam?” Zayn asked.

Harry nodded. “Wanna say hi?” he asked, holding out the phone and Zayn took it, frowning. “ He’s back.” He said, eyes flickering to Harry. “You know who.” Zayn replied, turning and walking to the far side of the room, he pause and then whispered into the phone. But, not low enough and he didn’t turn so Harry could read his lips.

Louis.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Harry felt a pain in his head. ‘Headache?’ he thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Niall entered the room and sat back onto Liam’s bed. He felt a pit in his stomach as he recalled his talk with Zayn in the hallway only moments earlier.

--

Zayn pushed Niall against the wall. The hallway was empty and dimly lit luckily.

“Why are you here?” Zayn asked, his dark eyes filled with anger.

“An’ why can I not be here?”

“Niall-“

“I wasn’t going t’ feed off of Harry, don’t worry.” Niall promised, smiling as his eyes went fully black. Showing his true nature.

Zayn glared.

“He’s not really my type.” Niall teased.

Zayn continued to glare.

“I can’t believe I missed you.” Niall muttered, blinking until his eyes were their bright and brilliant baby blue again.

“What?”

His eyebrows furrowed together and he looked at Zayn forlornly. “You made me, Zayn… You took care of me. Without, you I-I… wouldn’t be here.” Niall’s hand snaked upward to cup Zayn’s cheek. “It’s because o’ you that I’m still here. That the hunger and the thirst didn’t consume me… Zayn… I still love-“

“Please don’t.“ He swatted Niall’s hand away.

Niall looked hurt. “Why can’t we be-”

“Never mind that.” Zayn said seriously.

“If I’m bein’ perfectly honest, I mind-“

“Louis is back.”

Niall froze at the name.

“How… How d’ you know?”

“He found me… told me he needed help.”

“Is he feedin’ again?” Niall asked.

Zayn nodded slowly. “So far, he’s had one- but he’s not finished yet. He told me hadn’t eaten a century. ”He murmured.
“So, why feed again? Why come back?” Niall asked.

“Ever since…” Zayn lowered his voice. “The incident he’s never been properly all together in the head… “ He added.

“I mean…. I think he wants to find it again.” Niall whispered.

“What?”

“Love.”

Zayn felt his heart pang. Because, Niall, even after all they had been through- still seemed so refreshingly optimistic. The first time he had seen him, his baby blue eyes and dark brunette hair had stood out. When Zayn first heard him speak in his lovely Irish accent with all of its pleasant high and low lilts he knew he wanted him. But, when he began to feed and the lad cried and begged him to stop- he did.

He held him through the pain of his transformation, let him dig his nails into him when the pain took him and listened to his voice screaming and tainted with utter agony, watched vigil when his body stilled in death and even after he awoke he didn’t dare stop holding him.

“Maybe.” He said, because he didn’t want Niall to guess why Louis truly returned.

Revenge.

--

Louis was at another when a young man with curly hair walked into the room. The man wasn’t very tall- maybe only about one or two inches taller than Louis and his skin was sun kissed, but Louis always had thing for curly hair and a thing for brunettes. He wished he were taller, though and even when Louis was younger in this world he always liked taller males. He smiled at the man, who actually returned it.

It truly was Louis’ lucky night.

But, it was most definitely not the man’s.

So, Louis walked over to him.

“Hello.” Louis said.

The man smiled again.

“Good evening.” He answered.

“It most certainly is. But, I could think of a few ways it could get better.” Louis said, dropping his voice an octave lower. His voice was high, but it had a soft quality to it that his prey seemed to like.

“Oh, really?” The man asked.

“Yeah. Tell me your name, sweetheart.”

“Shh. Let’s skip the names.”

Louis smiled.

“Okay, then. Let’s.”

--

Louis couldn’t help himself.

The moment they had made it to a stall in the men’s bathroom, he kissed him for a while- their tongues tangled and soft sighs filled the air. When his lips moved down from his mouth it went to his jaw then neck. “Shh, sweetheart.” Louis whispered as he covered the man’s mouth with his right hand. “We wouldn’t want to be interrupted.” He added, winking. He felt the man smile against his hand. If only he knew…

Louis couldn’t help himself as he bit into the man’s neck and began to feed.

The man was shuddering, gasping and screaming muffled into Louis’ hand as the vampire bit into his throat. But, as he drank the man fought hard, shoving and struggling to squirm away. Louis moved his hand to hold him against the wall more surely. “No… Please.” The man gasped once his mouth was uncovered.

“Quiet.” Louis said, detaching his mouth from the man’s neck, before biting down in a new spot. “NOO!” The man screamed and gave Louis a hard shove. The shove had surprised him and Louis fell against the stall’s wall. His heart nearly stopped.

“Don’t kill me, please…”

Something in the man’s brown eyes reminded of another pair of eyes- though they had been green.

His lost lover’s jade green eyes had always been alight with curiosity, but the last time he had seen them they were glassy and filled with nothingness, just utterly so blank.

“Promise me, Lou.”

Louis stood up slowly, he felt his eyes sting with tears.

He hadn’t cried since that night.

He had to get out, to get away.

--

Niall and Zayn sat on Liam’s bed. The man had only just arrived and Harry was rubbing at his temples before looking into a small chest. “What’s wrong, Harry?” Liam asked.

“Headache.” Harry mumbled.

Niall noted the considerable difference in space in between where he sat and Zayn was. He had been miserable the past 60 years without Zayn. He still remembered how close they used to be and that in his second life, this one as a vampire- the first thing he saw the face of an angel.

Zayn.

--

When Niall awoke from his transformation, he was shaking and crying. His body was still trembling from the pain that had wracked his body but now it was more so from the intense hunger and thirst he felt. He was cold and then he realized he was naked.

“I-I’m naked...” He stammered, his voice hoarse.

“You tore clothes a bit and then you said you were burning up… “ Zayn whispered.

Niall paused, staring into Zayn’s brown eyes, mesmerized.

Zayn returned his gaze.

Niall turned away, trying to cover himself up. Zayn handed him some clothing quickly. “Don’t l-look a’ me…”Niall mumbled, voice cracking and Zayn quickly averted his eyes. Once he was dressed the blonde boy’s eyes watered again and he sobbed against the old creaky bed.

Zayn was quiet, wordless as his hands reached for the boy. Niall flinched at first, the throbbing pain in his neck a grim reminder of what the dark-haired man had done to him. He had hurt him. He had been going to kill him. “Niall.” He called gently to him, but Niall refused to go near him, not after he hurt him.

“Aren’t you hungry? Thirsty?”

Niall nodded slowly.

Zayn came closer, hand gently running over Niall’s neck. Niall wanted to trust him, wanted to let the beautiful man soothe him. But, he couldn’t. His heart clenched painfully in fear and sorrow as the man who had been his friend ran soothing fingertips over the scars on his neck.

Scars?

He recalled the pain of the horrid wound.

The one Zayn had caused when he tore into Niall’s throat, desperate for blood. It had been a large wound so it couldn’t have closed. It most certainly could not have closed that quickly.

“Niall?” Zayn said, cautiously.

The blonde boy sat up slowly, panting as his heart thumped painfully and slowly in his chest. “What’s wrong with me, Zayn?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“What’d you do to me?”

“You need to lie down, Niall. You’re still weak-”

Niall ignored him, stumbling out of bed and towards the door. His legs were wobbly and utterly unsteady but he was nearly there when Zayn caught him with an arm around his small waist.

“Let go o’ me!” Niall shouted.

“No.”

“ZAYN!”

Niall was struggling against him.

“What is it you want-“

“Let me… see meself in the lookin’ glass.”

Zayn frowned, but nodded. First, he helped Niall onto the bed before going across the room in quick strides and grasping a small mirror. He handed it to Niall.
Niall’s hands were shaking. He looked to them and realized they were bandaged. But, he flipped the mirror to see his own face and his eyes scanned over his familiar features, then he got up to his eyes.

His baby blues and whites were replaced with pure black obsidian. Niall saw nothing but the bottomless black filling his eyes, his soul as well perhaps.

Then he sucked in a deep breath.

“Niall?” Zayn asked cautiously as not to startle the boy.

Niall screamed.

--

Harry’s head was throbbing. He sighed as he rolled over in his dazed state. Niall and Zayn long gone, Niall crashing at Zayn’s place- and Liam was currently showering. Harry was confused. Had he fallen asleep? What awoke him? And his head hurt like he had been hit with a blunt object. His temples throbbed painfully.

He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
--

A man sat in a grandiose large armchair that was sky blue with yellow spirals and designs upon it. It took Harry a moment to realize he was in victoria era clothing; he had long messy light brown hair that fell down the nape of his neck and bright blue eyes. His eyes were drooping slightly and he yawned.

“You all right, love?” Harry heard himself say.

“I am unwell.” The man sighed, rubbing at his temples. Harry wordlessly walked over to him and sat in his lap, swinging his legs over the armrest and leaning his head in the crook of where the man’s neck met his shoulder. “Speak with me of it, then.” Harry murmured.

“I feel ill. I think some air later should do me fine.”

“Is it the hunger, love?”

“Yes…”He sighed.

Harry frowned.

“Promise me you’ll remain strong.”

“As long as you are with me.” The man promised, pressing gentle kisses into Harry’s curls, pulling him impossibly closer.

--
Louis drained another victim, another man. Only now was he full. He broke his promise, he thought as he looked at his blood around. His promise was broken. But so had his lover’s body been in his arms all those centuries ago. His heart clenched just at the thought.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, but I am cold. I am so cold.”

He had held his lover closer to him, tears now freely pouring down his cheeks.

“Look at you, a high ranking angel fallen. For me… You fell for a low-ranking demon with the slightest ancestry of some of the very first fallen angels. A lousy mongrel from the pits. I am not worth a thing. You fell for one who had no longer found it humorous to tempt humans not even to solely confuse their pathetic little thoughts. Because even that got dull soon enough. So, he moved onto bigger things…you fell one who murdered angels, your own brethren for fun? You fell for a monster.” Louis whispered, a soothing hand running through his lover’s long hair.

“I did not.” He weakly interjected.

“You love a demon.“

“You are not evil. Not all. You are so kind, gentle and caring. You’ve got a heart. One so filled with love, it might be pure gold. Sweeting, you’re not them. You’ve got human in you. Your mother was a human.”

“No…”

“You have human eyes. Eyes of kindness.”

“I know. Yet, you made them like that. You made me good, I did not desire to hurt anyone, and I never felt the hunger. I cannot be without you. I’ll give in-”

“You won’t.”

“My love…”

“Promise me, Lou.”

Louis choked in a gasp of air. Even, now after so long... it still hurt. It still hurt him. It wasn’t fair, that he was something so dark, cruel and evil yet he still lived. While his lover- whom was ever so simply innocent, sweet, kind, caring and giving… had perished in the cold, surrounded by pain, blood and ashes as his feathers burned and he bleed out onto the dry earth beneath a tall withered old oak tree.

He could live a thousand more years and the pain would never leave him. That’s why he came back. He had been so naïve… so stupid to think they could live in peace, that his love and him would have a happy ending.

“Nothing can come between you and I.”

The pretty words he promised his darling had become sulfur in his mouth. The promise died when the light stopped shining in his lover’s eyes, like the last embers of a fire going out.

Revenge was all Louis wanted.

Revenge was all Louis had.

Notes

Hii. x
So, this is my first Larry fic. And saying this, everyone may be a bit OOC, also there are different circumstances in this fix as to why the boys are written how they are. But, I'll try to do better as it goes along. If you liked it- please, comment and rate it. I'll update faster if you do!
(Warning: Do NOT steal my fic. I worked hard on coming up with it and writing it. If my story gets stolen, I will stop writing it.)

Thanks for reading!

Have a nice day and lots of love! <3
-Jazzy. c: