Smoke and Mirrors || Zianourry Niall-centric

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s/o: to the people who i messaged saying i'd update 6 months ago!! i'm sorry i'm terrible

Niall was aching. His whole body was in such a terrible condition he didn't want to look at it for himself. Bruised skin turned more bruised. The worst part was that he needed blood.

He was laying on the ground, clutching himself in attempt for comfort. Who knew it'd be so hard to live?

It had nearly been a month since he had Liam's tiny dose and for him to be living this long was quite surprising. The only other source for his liquid to live was from Justin. However, he didn't want what that psycho had to give him.

The water, the food, everything was out of madness. Who would've known the friend that the blond knew for so long was this disgusting, cruel being?

Nobody. Nobody wouldn't known because they act so normal until something inside of them makes them snap.

"Je veux..." The blond starts. "Je veux mourir."

A crash hits the wall, making Niall jump. He shook, different things have been happening every day and he was done for. Not in a metaphorical sense, but literally.

"What was that?" Justin says, creeping inside. "I don't like secrets, you know?"

He stayed silent, looking down to the ground at the other's feet. Usually the more he was quiet, the less harsh the action would be.

The Canadian sighed, crouching down resting his arms on his knees. "Let's be friends. Just you and me."

His eye level wasn't near Niall's, but he was surely hovering over him. Niall shivered lightly.

This is all a trick, he thinks.

Silence.

The taller man throws a blow at one of the bruises on the latter's thigh, making him wince.

"Fine!" He growls, losing patience. "I gave you a chance there and you just wouldn't take it, you piece of shit."

Justin roughly grabs on Niall's now long hair, pulling towards his direction. It makes the blond ache as he feebly crawls across the floor, trying to pace up with the grabbing. The ground is cold, his skin was getting scraped. All the bruises were just death.

It took Niall a moment to realize that they were both in a different room. An empty room, course, but obviously different, nonetheless. Everything was cleaner without the amount of piss and other bodily fluids everywhere.

The Canadian throws him against a wall.

"You know how this works!" He yells, pulling out a knife. "I'm not dumb!"

Niall trembles, looking around for the exit but it's on the other side of the room.

Is today the end?

Louis sobs. "It's been so long. He's gone isn't he?" He wails.

Everything in the household managed to get rearranged and no one was calm. It was messy everywhere and authorities have yet to find Niall or Justin. The Canadian was obvious suspect, subsequently leaving around the same time Niall went missing.

Louis' eyes hurt from crying. The mood overall changed from frustration to sadness. Their chests were aching as much as they didn't deserve such a feeling.

It was truly heart breaking.

Maura and Bobby called, leaving countless voicemails since the house stopped picking up. It's not like they did this on purpose, rather they were too emotional to do anything.

Zayn. Harry. Liam.

Did it ever dawn to them that they were doing wrong?

Louis know, he knew a lot. If you want a solution to be solved, violence isn't the answer. "Talk it out," is what he'd say.

Did Josh know? He knew a lot. More than enough people see on all perspectives see he's wrong, but he knows a lot. As a human with an ex-vampire, he should know. And now, he does.

Niall sure knows. Every beat brought to his body was suppressed and too scared to let out. There were times he could've called for help, maybe even run away to his parents' home, but he never did. He had a little hope in him. Hope that there would be happiness. He knows now.

KEY WORD IS KNOW.

The humans, weren't thinking. At all.

Stress was building on top of each other. It was as if beating a person senseless was the way to go in order to let the frustration out.

That feeling when a fight is won and you're the winner? That's it!

However, they always won. Zayn, Harry, and Liam always won the fight. Niall was so helpless, leaving them with the victory.

Technically, Niall was... their way of coping. Their lives weren't bad, ever, but behind closed doors, fights erupted. It was as if complaining and beating the same person was a stress-exhaust simulation.

"No," Zayn says. "No, he's not gone."

Louis stays still, keeping his palms in his lap. "Not like you guys care, don't you."

"We're dicks, penises, absolute cocks. Call us whatever you want," the Bradford man says, staring at Louis. Liam's and Harry's heads perk up, as well.

The smaller brunette glares, his calm façade gone. "What's your point?" He says, rhetorically.

"I'm just saying call us what you want, because I know you want to."

Louis sighs, letting Zayn to continue. "At any point in time, just call me a dick if you want to. What I'm trying to say is that we realize we are scums of the earth."

"...Cock..." The Doncaster man mutters.

Zayn keeps going, "But in other news, I don't believe he's gone."

"I still don't get you."

He felt upset at this point. Zayn wasn't making any sense to Louis. If they just realized this, then Louis hates them a little bit more, but also having mixed feelings if they're going to say a specific thing.

"We might've beaten him, mistreated him..."

"...Abused him..."

Harry finishes for Zayn: "We see what we did wrong."

Louis snorts. "After all these years."

Zayn grabs Louis' hands and goes to his knees. "Please believe us. We've changed for the good."

The vampire sits still, unsure. It's in his personality to forgive and forget, but they've done bad things to Niall and he would never forget. Louis has stayed quiet all these years in fear of getting beaten himself, and that's changed now. He has to let the Irishman have a little bit of happiness so he was willing to continue.

"Fine."

"I just tried to act so nice, Niall."