Chapter 3

                                    

                                          
[A/N: OKAY GUYS DON'T QUIT READING OKAY?! PLEASE! 
                          
IT WILL GET BETTER I PROMISE! In the next chapters or so, I will reveal what and
                          
who Niall is so stay tuned! 
                          
-Marykate xx]
                          
<<Scarlett's p.o.v>>
                          
"Don't move, it will hurt less." Niall speaks directly to my neck. "No, Please don't do this" I beg. "Your skin is just so soft and smooth, I can't help it." He speaks softly but his words are threatening. He sinks his fangs and canines into my neck. I whimper and scream but nothing works. "NIALL! PLEASE!" I cry, my whole body trembling. "No..." I whisper before I see his eyes turn red and soon I'm knocked out. 
                          
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"SCARLETT!" It's a familiar voice. My eyes are shut and my head is pounding. My breathing is abnormal and incredibly fast and I feel like my chest will burst open any second. I wish it would. 
                          
Someone shushes me. I open one eye to see who is talking to me. I spot the person who I want to see the least - Niall. He is stroking my hair and to be honest, it feels nice but I can't think straight right now. He almost fucking killed me. Why is he trying to be all sweet now? 
                          
When I look at him, all I see is my nightmare replaying right in front of me. I scream and run to the first person I see - Ashton. 
                          
"help me help me help me" I whimper, crashing into his chest, hoping to find fur but it is instead replaced by a hard surface covered with clothing. Now is not the time for a fit body. I hide my face into his chest and hold onto him. "It's okay, I'm here" His voice is soothing. My shoulders relax. I hear growls, then I hear Zayn's voice. "BOTH OF YOU! QUIT IT!" And then there is silence.
                          
I feel Ashton's body go limp and I almost fall down with him, but instead I let him fall. He.. He's knocked out. When did this happen? I look around the room and Zayn is out cold as well. I spot Niall in the corner, blood all over his knuckles. I let go of Ashton and wearily walk towards Niall. I'm out of my mind right now. He his sitting cross-legged so I sit down directly in front of him and copy his actions.
                          
He doesn't say anything but looks at the window above us. The window is above because we are underground. Raindrops are falling onto the window.
                          
Drop.
                          
Drop.
                          
Drop.
                          
The room is silent except for the raindrops falling on the window. 
                          
Drop.
                          
Drop.
                          
Drop.
                          
The silence is killing me but I don't say anything.
                          
My stomach grumbles and Niall's head snaps up. He gives me the tiniest of smiles and stands up. He puts his hand down for me to take. He seems safe enough. I put my hand on top of his and he helps me up. He begins walking towards the door but I do not follow. "How about Ashton?" I whisper, trying not to raise Niall's temper. He sighs and walks over. 
                          
He kneels down and puts his hand over Ashton's bruised face. I watch intently as Ashton's face begins to heal. He flutters his eyes open and I wrap my arms around him. Niall mutters something under his breath that I can't quite understand but it doesn't phase me. I jerk my head towards Zayn and Niall rolls his eyes but walks over to his unconscious body and puts his hand to Zayn's face.
                          
A few seconds later, Ashton's arms are around me. I pull away from the hug and smile at him. We both stand up and walk towards Zayn and Niall. "I am going to go gather blueberries for you because we don't have proper food for humans here. I'll be back. And I don't advise you to go to bed until later. You might have nightmares again" Ashton winks, and then he's out the door. I freeze. Nightmare? It was a nightmare?
                          
Suddenly my big mouth begins speaking for myself, asking if I can tag along.  Ashton looks at Niall for permission. Why is he asking for permission? Niall does not own me.  Niall pulls Ashton aside and begins talking to him. Niall shoves him and they walk back to us. 
                          
"Lets go." Ashton says, avoiding eye contact which is really weird. He guides me out of the tiny room and through the dark hallways. Some werewolves howl when I walk by. I roll my eyes at them and continue following Ashton. I'm used to werewolves because Ashton is one. We go all the way back in high school. We were young and naïve, thought everything was possible, thought everything was just a game. So carefree. Nothing mattered to us except each other and hell, it actually worked for a while.. until the vampires came. 
                          
Vampires are the enemies of werewolves. Vampires suck blood. Werewolves eat the flesh and meat. They were opposites and they despised one another. Werewolves tend to kind of look like their human figure. For example, Calum has a kind of Dark hair colour and his eyes are dark brown so when he is in his werewolf form, his fur is a dark colour and his eyes are dark brown. The way I decipher which werewolf is which, is by their eye colour. Ashton's is a kind of greenish brown, while Luke's is bright blue, and so on. It's easier that way. 
                          
Vampires tend to stay the way they look - like a human. Except when they are mad, hungry, or threatened, their eyes will turn red. Vampires have powers that they use against werewolves but werewolves have their own advantages as well. 
                          
A few generations back, there was a huge 'mix-up', my grandmother used to call it. She says a vampire fell in love with a werewolf and the vampire got pregnant but she only found out that her lover was a werewolf when the child was born. The mother abandoned the child and called it a killer because it didn't feed on blood that she offered, or flesh of animals that the werewolf offered. The baby only feasted on fresh human flesh. She could not call it a vampire, and could not call it a full werewolf either, but the child was extremely dangerous so it was called a killer. 
                          
Ever since, my grandmother has said that these killers have been reproducing and the population of them have been increasing rapidly. 
                          
Since they are part vampire who suck blood and part werewolf, then they will eat not only the flesh and meat, they will swallow the whole thing. Well, anything that has a heartbeat, my grandmother had said.
                          
I was born in a horrible generation, full of werewolves and such. Kids born way back then must have been so lucky to think that these creatures are only fantasies. But for me, this is real. My whole life is all about survival; worrying everyday about what I will eat, where I will sleep, where to find water, where to seek shelter..
                          
It's been a horrible childhood, facing the world on my own, being blinded by dead bodies, bones, and blood everywhere. It sickens me.
                          
"Scar!" I jump back and shake my head. "You blanked out on me." Ashton smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes. Once again, what the hell is going on? "Look, I have to tell you something about Niall." He says. "What is it?"
                          
"I know he's my friend, but he is strong and he is capable of a lot of things. Scar, I'm just looking out for you, you know?" He says, his eyes finally looking directly at mine. I nod. "I know you are looking out for me, but I know Niall wouldn't hurt m-" 
                          
"He wants to put his scent on you." Ashton says with a sigh, looking away from me again.
                          
"What?" The thought sounds ridiculous. "I heard him talking to Calum and Zayn last night, he wants to have .. you know.. with him so that you can get his scent and the vampires and other greedy killers won't track you down."
                          
"Isn't there another way for me to get his scent or something?!" I ask frantically. 
                          
I'm not ready for sex. And even if I was, like hell would I have it with Niall.  He's a killer, I have to remember that.
                          
"Yes there is another way." He says. "What is it?!" I ask eagerly. He hesitates, but sees the eagerness in my eyes, in my plea, so he explains what I have to do and what Niall has to do so that I get his scent, but I do something that shocks not only Ashton, but also myself.
                          
I attempt to rub myself against him, so that hopefully, some of his scent comes onto me. At least I know the dude I'm rubbing myself on. And call me a whore but it's better than having sex with a killer. Anything is.