Darkness ~Zayn Malik~

Nine

Pressure on my head wasn't new being a Psychic and all, but this kind of pressure, was very new. When it hit me, my knees wobbled and I began to collapse only to have Zayn grab my waist and pull me to his side, his fingers dug into my ribs painfully.

"Come on," He whispered in my ear. "We have to keep going."

By now, I was dizzy enough to see the black halls we were walking into twisting, turning, and growing more halls as we walked -dragged ourselves through the corridors. I think I'm gonna be sick.

"Hang on tight, darling." He said. His voice was stronger than ever. Clear and like a mellow violin playing.

"You wanna know why that is?" He asked.

"W-what?"

"You wanna know why my voice is clear now?" He looked down at me as we walked.

"Sure." I mumbled.

"It's because I'm near a power source. When we had sex, I had enough lust in me to make me appear human. To sound human." I felt heat rise to my cheeks at the memory of our activities. "Lust is a primary source of power for me and my family."

"Your family?" I ask suddenly interested.

"Yes." He said. The pressure in my head dulled to a minor headache that pulsed every now and then. I then realized what he was doing. He was distracting me.

"Zayn?" I asked. "Who are we meeting?"

"My mother." He said.

"Why?" I continued to question.

"She's figured out some... things." He said and glanced at me and smiled sheepishly, trying to hint me into figuring it out. I suddenly knew what he was talking about.

Gross.

His mom knew we had sex.

"Don't worry. She actually encourages it."

"Ew, what?" I almost gagged. "Your mom... wants us to have sex." I stated, trying to let it sink in.

"You say it like a question, darling. I told you before; Lust is a primary power source for my kind."

"Oh." I blushed again.

"Red's a good color on you." He smirked down at me.

"Thanks." I focused on the black converse on my feet and the black laces that I replaced the white ones with. The tile of the floor was moving and I instantly regretted not keeping my eyes on Zayn.

After a few minutes, we came to a door that was detailed with golden swirls and rubies. I gasped at how gorgeous it was.

"We have our advantages when we have greed on our side." I looked at him and saw his eyes gazing up at it as if in awe. "Many more things like this are coming."

The door opened and Darkness was already lurking outside of the door, slowly bulging out and looking like a wall of smoke from a fire. The pungent smell of sweet licorice perfume and expensive Versace cologne wafted to my nose, making me sick.

Zayn's raven hair was blacker than ever. His facial features sharper and noticeable. The birthmark next to his left iris was darker to the point where I actually noticed it.

"Let's go meet my mother." He looked down at me and smiled, removing the pressure from my body, and helping me stand tall beside him. Right where he said he wanted me to be.

"I'm right here with you." I whispered while I squeezed his hand reassuringly. His squeezed mine right back as we walked into the smoke together.