Chasing the Clouds.

Niall grit his teeth as he attempted to hold Zayn down. The latter growled at him, raking his sharp claws at anything he could reach-Niall’s arms, chest and torso.

“I need the damn blood, Niall!” He hissed.

“You’re not getting it from Harry.” Niall growled.

“Why the bloody hell are you so obsessed with him?”

When Niall didn’t answer, Zayn grinned from beneath him. “Ohh. I see. Is he my replacement? Tell me, Nialler… Does he suck you as good as I-“

“It’s not like that!”

“Does he swirl his tongue-“

“HE’S INNOCENT! HE’S A CHILD! Shut your mouth! ” Niall screamed, slamming his fist against the side of Zayn’s head although he had been aiming for the older demon’s face.

Zayn groaned but chuckled.

“Shhh. My pet.” He whispered, his hand coming up and lightly tracing the side of Niall’s cheek. Niall didn’t know what came over him as he just leaned into the touch, so desperate for affection from his former lover-

Zayn’s claws then slashed at his cheek, Niall bellowed at the white-hot pain. But, through the haze he was able to grasp Zayn’s hand and sink his fangs into it, tearing at the flesh. Zayn shouted, hitting Niall with his free hand in his head, neck- anywhere to get the young demon off of him.

Niall finally let go, eyes gleaming black.

“Harry’s special. He’s my friend. He’s mine.”

“Yours? Wait till I tear out his pretty pale throat. I can’t wait to hear his screams when I feed. He has such a low voice, but based on his screams from earlier he can go pretty high. But, the best part is when he’s lying there and he’s dying and… simply covered in red, red leaking everywhere. I won’t just bite his throat- I’ll leave bites on his chest, wrists, legs, ankles…. Everywhere indeed.”

Niall looked horrified. All he could see was Harry- sweet innocent Harry, who made flower crowns and sang softly and played guitar and would hurt himself before hurt anything and anyone- soaked in blood, tears leaking out of his big green eyes- oh, his eyes would be huge, wide and dilated in pain and fear. His lips would be trembling like his body and the flowers in his hair would be scattered all around, like his lost dreams and innocence.

“I won’t just feed- I’ll ruin him, like I did to you. Remember the first time I took you? I’ll make him mine. I wonder if he’d like love bites on his thighs as much as you did.” Zayn whispered.

Niall’s head spun.

“I really do care for you, my pet.”

Zayn.

“You’re acting nice enough, you smell clean- so I’ll let you be friends with Harry.”

Liam.

“I want him back. I’d do anything. I’d sell my soul and go straight back to the deepest pit in hell if it meant he’d live.”

Louis.

“I miss you, uncle Niall.”

Theo.

“H-he’s going to h–h-h-hurt me, Niall! Z-Z-Zayn’s chasing me!”

Harry.

Niall let out a snarl from deep in his throat and next he knew, he was hitting Zayn- striking him over and over again with his balled fists, he was growling and cursing in fluent Latin, and Zayn was trying to avoid his blows- but to no avail. He lay there and took hit after hit, ruining his beautiful face.

And Niall was crying, sobbing brokenly. He loved Zayn. He loved him. But, the Zayn he loved wasn’t here.

Zayn was a liar.

And the Zayn Niall loved was a lie.

Niall grabbed his throat, squeezing as he pulled back, forcing Zayn to move forward with him. They were so close that the tips of their noses were barely touching. And Niall met Zayn’s eyes, one of which was swollen, his lip torn and nose broken.

“Ni-Nialler.” Zayn managed to gasp.

“You’re getting what you deserve, my master.” Niall hissed, grinning. He let the madness take him. He let his cruel demonic nature slid forward and replace his kind human demeanor.

He would do anything to protect Harry from Zayn.

“Ni…Niall… M-My… Pet …” Zayn whispered brokenly, tears in his eyes.

The young demon simply narrowed his eyes.

Zayn inhaled shakily, before murmuring three words.

“I love you-“

Liar.

Niall then slammed Zayn’s head onto the hallway’s concrete.

“One for Harry.”

Slam.

“Two for Liam.”

Slam.
Slam.

“Three for Louis.”

Slam.
Slam.
Slam.


“Four for me.”

Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.

“Five for little Theo.”

Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.



--

Niall saw his handy work and screamed.

He hurt Zayn.

His Zayn.

The young demon’s mind spun rapidly- he wanted to be anyone, anyone else right now. He needed to get away to think of something else- anything, just anything. He hurt Zayn. They were mates, a bonded pair or so Niall thought. Zayn loved him and all Niall did was destroy him.

All for a boy he scarcely knew.

Only because he had reminded him of his sweet little nephew who was long gone.

Zayn.

Zayn.

The sweet Zayn who kissed his lips until they were tingling, who gripped the back of neck like he knew Niall loved and left love bites on his thighs. And who was gentle in their first lovemaking. Especially after finding the knowledge that others had been cruel to him and merely hurt him every time he offered his body in exchange for coin.

“I…I…”

Zayn is a liar.

He wanted to go back to the time where he blindly believed Zayn. When he was Niall James Horan, living in early 20th century Ireland and he’d even go back to that time though he had been selling his body to keep his sweet nephew fed and happy.

“I won’t hurt you. I will kiss you like deserve to be kissed.”

“S-Sir?”

“Shh. Let the darkness take you, pet.”

Niall closed his eyes as Zayn leaned in, his lips brushing lightly over Niall’s. The blond boy made soft breathing noises as they kissed, their lips meeting and parting lightly but with a gentle pressure. When Zayn licked at his bottom lip before exploring his mouth-Niall let out a little moan.

He hadn’t known it could feel this good.

Embarrassed, Niall pulled away, hiding his face in shame. Zayn kissed his cheek, his jawline, and his chin and whispered against his throat. “Shhh. Little pet, didn’t I tell you? Let the darkness take you.”

Let the darkness take you.
Let the darkness take you.

I can’t.

Let the darkness take you
Let the darkness take you

No.

Let the darkness take you.
Let the darkness take you.

Harry…

Let the darkness take you.
Let the darkness take you.

…And little Theo- I’m so sorry.

Niall closed his eyes and let the darkness take him.

---

“Louis!”

“Hmm?”

“They won’t believe me!” Harry said, as he stormed out of a policeman’s office, nearly bumping into a few desks.

“He’s talking about people with claws and fangs!”

Harry’s jaw clenched.

“You forgot the eyes- the black eyes, sir!” He said quickly.

Louis’ heart stopped at the mention of black eyes. His mind whirled in thought. Black eyes? It struck him that a demon had attacked Harry. The police couldn’t help. Even if they knew what was going on, they’d never help him. But, someone attacked his Harry.

Some revenge was in order.

Louis was going to tear out the throat of demon that attacked Harry. Only after he strung said demon to ceiling by his intestines. No one touched Harry, especially not to feed off of him. Solely, Louis was allowed to do it. Even then, it would only be for the mating and soul binding rituals, never because he himself was hungry.

That would come later, though. Firstly, he was going to court Harry. Take care of him. He would make Harry feel loved because Louis did love him. Perhaps, his demonic nature had misguided him all his life, perhaps he had made so many mistakes. He wasn’t worthy of a soul so pure as his Harry’s. But, he had loved Harry for centuries.

It was a beautiful thing, to have a second chance to do it all over again.

Harry’s eyebrows were furrowed as he tried to calmly give his statement again. Louis’ eyes flickered towards Harry, then to the officer and his growing expression of impatience.

Louis would have his chance with Harry.

But, for now, he was going to take care of his young soon-to-be mate.

“Oh! Harry! Is that what you were going to report? I should have known.”

“What d’you mean, Louis?” Harry asked, confused.

Louis glanced at him and without missing a beat, he said quickly to the officer. “I’m sorry mister officer, I believe my boyfriend hasn’t taken his medicine and has been watching too many scary movies.”

Harry looked outraged and then he narrowed his eyes a little, just like always used to before exclaiming “Lou-“

“C’mon Harry.” Louis interrupted, grasping his wrist and dragging him out of the station.

Once they were walking down the street, Harry broke his silence.

“Why did you lie?”

“I didn’t want you to get in trouble for falsely reporting.”

“I was attacked! By someone I considered a friend, I might add.” Harry said quickly.

“You can’t go to police with demonic matters, Harry.” Louis said, stiffening and mentally slapping himself for letting that slip through his mouth.

“Is that what it was?”

“I guess.” Louis said with a shrug.

After several moments of awkward silence, Harry squirmed.

Harry really had to be his old lover. Because, that’s what he did when he was uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong?” Louis sighed.

“You… You called me your boyfriend.”

“Yes. And?”

“I don’t know you- at all. I only know your name, if we’re being honest.”

“So?” Louis paused and turned to look at him. Harry’s eyebrows were furrowed, his jaw clenched slightly and his lips were in a cute pout- that Louis desperately wanted to kiss. But, he didn’t want to scare him away. Not when fate had given him a second chance with his lover.

“So- we can’t be boyfriends.” Harry said seriously.

Louis had to laugh.

Harry looked offended.

“What? It’s true!” Harry retorted.

“You’re so cute, Harold.”

Harry blushed brightly and squirmed again. “It’s… It’s true.” He mumbled.

“Can we at least be friends?” Louis asked.

Harry looked at him, in shock before proceeding to nod. “Yeah! O-of course!” He said quickly.

“Awesome.”

“Have you got a phone?”

“Yes.” Louis replied.

Harry smiled shyly. “Can I… I have your number?” He asked.

“Sure. Let me at least take you to the doctor first- get that nasty wound of yours checked out. ”

“I stormed out before they could treat it.”

“I noticed.” Louis quipped.

Harry blushed.

“Come on, babe. Maybe we can get ice cream after we get you out of the hospital.”

--

Blood was spattered on the hallway’s floor. Liam thought for a moment that one of the rowdy lads that lived next door had gotten hurt or in a fight, but the space underneath the door and between the hallway floor was dark. Usually, if anyone were home a little light would stream through.

The blood made a trail to his dorm.

His heart was in his throat.

Harry.

Zayn couldn’t have gotten to him. He might’ve been hungry but he’d never hurt another harmless human, especially not one as innocent as Harry.

Liam rushed to the door, discovered it was unlocked before opening it.

He found his dorm in shambles.

Liam was frozen as he took in the sight of this horrid scene.

Blood was spattered all across the floor and leaned up against the bed frame and mattress, towards the space between both beds and on the floor was Niall.

If Liam had thought his room and the hallway were bloody it was nothing compared to Niall and Zayn. Niall was hugging the older demon to his chest, sobbing and running his fingers through his black hair.

“Master. Creator. Please awaken.” He whispered gently, kissing Zayn’s ear.

Zayn’s face was swollen, bruised and bloody. His lip was spilt, one of his eyes was swollen shut while the other was simply closed because he was unconscious, covered in bruises and he had a broken nose. While Niall had a black eye forming, claw marks down his face and arms and chest. Both of their clothing was torn, showing bodily wounds and their clothing was soaked in one another’s blood.

So much red.

“Come now, awaken, sweet Master. I shall feed you and warm your bed. We may make love when you feel better, yes?”

Niall was speaking as he used to when Zayn and he lived in the last century. When Zayn treated him kindly, but like a slave- a simple pillow slave, trying to earn wages to feed his little nephew.

“You were the third man I had and the kindest.”

Liam wanted to tear Niall away from him. But, the Niall that was strong and fought Zayn tooth and claw was gone. Here remained the Niall from the past. This Niall was the one whose innocence was stolen away, the broken one, who never dared even look at Zayn without permission unless he was horridly injured.

Zayn groaned.

“Yes, master. I am here. Your little pet is here.” Niall whispered, tears spilling down his bloodstained cheeks.

“Come here, Niall. I’ll help you and Zayn clean up.”

Niall looked reluctant.

“Please.”

Niall’s eyes went black and he glared, before baring his fangs.

“Leave us be.” He hissed.

“Niall.”

“Don’t play with me, Liam. I don’t trust you.”

“Why not?”

Niall snorted.

“My master taught me better than to trust an angel.”

Notes

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