{Halloween Haze 2014} Hunted, Caught, and Waiting to Be Killed {8}
Hey, Lovelies! I'm sorry that I didn't post this when I was supposed to. It was my father's 50th birthday party yesterday, and we had a lot of people over. I had to help set up and entertain. Friday night was spent making cupcakes, and Saturday was all prep and the actual party. So I am a bit behind, but I will try to catch up. If I don't, I'l try to post what ever is missing on the Saturday after Halloween. Extraterrestrial will still be posted on Halloween. This was a request sent in by ishipdabands. Thank you, Lovely, for giving me an awesome prompt! I hope you all enjoy.
-Chrissy
Master List
Halloween Haze 2014 Master List
Harry: You're a Werewolf.
"Are you ever going to change into your human form, Love?"
Are you ever going to kill me, Harry?
You asked him; you needed to know.
It had been at least two months since he had caught you, so why hadn't he killed you yet?
He was supposed to; it was his job to hunt werewolves and destroy them.
So what was taking him so long with you?
"That depends..." he walked towards you, his hands folded behind his back, "on whether or not you turn into your human form."
You let out a low growl in response to his proximity, backing away from him as far as you could with the shackles attached to your paws.
"Don't be like that, Love," he playfully pouted before giving you a sexy smirk. "I'll just keep pestering until you do. In fact, isn't that how I got you to start communicating with me?"
You hissed before turning your back on him and lying on the stone ground.
All you heard in response was a sigh.
The door to your prison closed moments later.
*****
Harry was true to his word.
He came to your room every day, asking for you to turn into your human form, and every day you gave him some variation of "no."
But his stubbornness on the issue was wearing you down to the bone.
At the start of this whole ordeal, you could write a book on reasons why you wouldn't shift back to your human self, but now, you were only down to one or two.
The thing is, Harry was beginning to grow on you.
Each day, despite the fact you responded little to him and spent most of his visits with your back to him, Harry would talk to you. The topics varied each day, ranging from if he slept well to his life story, and as the days accumulated, you found yourself actually listening.
You now looked forward to his visits, and it was beginning to scare you.
"Y/N...please..." Harry knelt in front of you, placing his hands on his thighs. "Please just be human for me."
Why? I don't understand. You should've killed me by now.
Harry looked away, a troubled expression on his face, "I don't intend to kill you."
Then let me go!
Harry winced as if your voice, yelling in his head, was painful to hear, "I can't."
Why not?
His only response was silence.
I'll make a deal with you.
That seemed to grab his attention; his green eyes were back on yours.
I'll change into a human if you let me leave this place and never bother me again.
There was an unnerving silence before Harry swiftly got up and left the room.
"I can't do that."
And you were left to drown in riddles again.
*****
Harry didn't return for three days, and it was a shock to your system when you realized you actually missed your captor.
You figured that he wasn't really as bad you as you thought he was, after examining his behavior towards you. Sure, he had you shackled to cobble stone in isolation, but he kept you more alive than he was supposed to.
Even during those three days, food still appeared in your room four times throughout the day: breakfast, lunch, a snack, and dinner. The food wasn't complete swill either; most of your meals were gourmet and multiple courses, and he made it easy for you to eat in your current form.
He had left a bed big enough for your wolf body to sleep in, but you refused to use it in the beginning. You didn't want his kindness.
But things had changed, and when the third day passed over into the third night you had gone without his presence, you let yourself switch.
You had forgotten what it was like to have opposable thumbs.
*****
"Y/N, I--"
Harry's words died on his lips, and his purposeful footsteps came to a halt when he saw you.
You furrowed your brows at him, hugging your legs to your bare torso, "What?"
He grinned before coming over to you and taking one of your wrists in his hands.
"What are you--?"
You were cut off by the sound of metal hitting the stone floor.
"Come on," he pulled you up to your feet, his gaze never leaving yours. "Let's get you some clothes...and a better environment."
You didn't understand his reactions, and you wouldn't for a long time.
But when he finally did explain to you his reasons, you just found it very romantic.
Apparently, he had fallen in love with the "big bad wolf."
Liam: You're a Vampire.
"Here," he held out his wrist for you, tempting you to a sip.
You could feel your fangs extend, craving the succulent red liquid that was more intoxicating than any bottle of wine.
Despite the hunger you felt, you held yourself back.
Liam had been offering his blood to you since the day he brought you to his home, locking you in one of the guest bedrooms, and though you starved without it, you refused to succumb to it.
Especially when it was your enemy's blood.
"Come on, Y/N," he stepped toward you, a frown on his beautiful lips. "You're going to starve to expiration if you don't, and you know it."
You jeered at him, revealing your pearly whites and making him smile.
"Please, Y/N. I need you to stay alive."
"Why?" you hissed. "Why do you give a shit about whether I live or die? We've been playing this game for years now, Liam Payne, and you finally won. Why won't you kill me?"
Liam stayed silent, bowing his head.
"Why keep me here? Either way I'm going to die. I may not be human, but even I can't go long without some nourishment," you eyed his wrist. "So I will die either by your hand or hunger's."
"I don't want you to die," he whispered before looking up at you, his brown eyes the shade of milk chocolate.
"What?" you gaped at him.
"I don't want you to die!" he growled, taking the knife out of his belt and cutting the skin of his wrist deep enough for blood to flow. It was dark and delicious, dripping down his arm and onto the carpet.
You licked your lips, your eyes fixated on the stream coming from his gash.
Normally, you would've been fine, but after days of self-deprivation, you could feel yourself slipping.
His eyes were on you as you crossed the room to take his forearm. You didn't know anything anymore; all the thoughts in your head screamed one thing:
Eat.
So you did, and as your head became clearer, you realized this wouldn't be the last time you gave in to his blood.
Because, honestly, you weren't ready to die.
*****
"Why don't you ever drink from my neck?" Liam had asked one day while the two of you were in the library.
A few days after the first time you tasted your captor's blood, he had decided to give you free reign of the house because he "trusted you." You didn't know why he did, and you didn't know why you stayed.
You should've left the moment he unlocked the door.
You rolled your eyes, but did not lift your attention away from the words on the pages before you, "It's a vampire's way. We never drink from the neck, unless..."
"Unless?"
"We feel emotional attachment," you replied, looking over at him. "The neck is a pleasure zone. Drinking from it brings euphoria to the victim; it's like an intense hickey."
"Oh..."
"Why'd you ask?" you questioned, turning the page.
"No reason..."
You smirked; he had a reason.
After all, all vampire hunters, before getting their license, had to take a test.
And one of the questions on that test?
Why don't vampires drink from the neck?
*****
"Alright, Y/N," Liam rolled up his sleeves. "Feeding time."
You scowled at him, "Don't talk to me as if I'm some animal."
"Sorry, I didn't mean--"
"It's okay," you gave him a small smile. "Besides, you've said much worse."
"Yeah, about that..."
You arched a brow, crossing your arms over your chest, "What about that?"
"Back when we were enemies..." he looked at you hesitantly, as if changing your relationship status would send you into a frenzy.
You nodded, your smile growing "Go on..."
"I'm sorry for everything I said and did. In the beginning, I just enjoyed the chase, but as time went on...I realized that if I did ever manage to catch you, I wouldn't be able to kill you," he placed his hands on your upper arms, looking into your eyes.
You didn't voice a response. Instead, you took his face in your hands, cupping his cheeks and tilting his neck to the side.
Slowly, while gauging his response, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss over his pulse.
He let out a shuddered breath, and you smirked against his skin.
"Don't be scared, Liam. Vampire bites on the neck are pure bliss," you pressed another kiss there, but this one lingered on his warm skin.
The fresh taste of human blood and his desire-filled moan made you shiver.
You hadn't told him that you enjoyed the chase, too.
Louis: You're a Mermaid.
"Sing to me."
This had to be the billionth time he had asked, and you had to wonder why. The voice of a mermaid's could put a member of the opposite sex in a state of hypnosis. You could have him doing your bidding.
You could have him help you escape.
But you didn't because he wanted you to sing.
He wanted your melodic voice to ring out, and you didn't want to give him the one thing he craved.
So, you remained silent, ducking back under the salt water of his pool and swimming to the other end of it.
"Oh, come on, now, Love," Louis called after you. "Don't be that way."
Splash!
"Hey!"
You grinned, hearing his wet flip-flops slip across the tiled floor.
You looked over your shoulder at him, trying to suppress a laugh, and the minute his eyes met yours, a goofy grin made its way across his face.
You had been here for a few months, now, and you found your captor adorable. Besides the fact he was keeping you here against your will, he had been very kind to you. He fed you your favorite dishes, spent time with you, and even swam in the water with you a number of times.
He was like a friend to you, now, and it frustrated you that you were jealous.
Last night, Louis brought home some model of a girl, and of course, he couldn't introduce the two of you because she was human.
But the whole time she was here, you worried.
You found yourself wanting Louis to be yours only.
Because you knew you couldn't tell him that, you let your anger out on him by refusing him your voice. The voice any man would fall in love with.
*****
He had brought her over again today.
The bastard.
Why did he keep you here and alive? To torture you?
You sat on the pool's edge, contemplating his reasons. Louis was a mermaid hunter, but that didn't make him immune to your voice. He couldn't love you on his own, and a human-mermaid relationship never went well based on the few tales you heard.
For one thing, you couldn't have intercourse or children with him.
This wasn't The Little Mermaid.
You couldn't sell your voice and change into a human.
And even if you could, Louis probably loved that other girl.
Not you.
"Hey, Y/N!"
"Go away," your voice came out hoarse as you chocked back a sob.
"What, Love?" he was closer now, standing right behind you.
"Go away!" you cried, looking over your shoulder, tears streaming down your face.
"Whoa, whoa," Louis sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "What's wrong, Y/N?"
"Just leave me alone!" you shrugged his arm off before letting yourself back into the pool.
"But I don't want to!" he screamed after you, jumping into the water, clothes and all. When he resurfaced, he grabbed your arm, pulling you into his chest. "What do you want? A bigger pool?"
You shook your head.
"A new bikini top? A new comb? Another mermaid? A merman?" he sighed as you continued to turn down his offers. "Do you want to leave?"
You paused for a moment, wondering if that was what would make you happy.
No.
You wanted to stay with him. You wanted him to love you for you. You wanted him to accept you even though you couldn't give him everything he wants.
"No," you wiped your tears away.
"Then what is it?"
"I want to lose my voice," you whispered.
"Why?" Louis' teal eyes widened. "You have such a beautiful voice."
"That's why," you ripped yourself from his arms. "It's probably the only reason you haven't gotten rid of me yet!"
"What? That makes no sense, Y/N," Louis grabbed your arm, turning you around to face him. "I know your voice has power over men, but the way I feel about you has nothing to do with that. I love you for you."
"But you can't ever--"
"Show you off as my girl, have children with you, etc.," he nodded. "I know, and I don't care."
"But what about that girl?"
"What girl?" he asked, confused.
"The one that's over here all the time."
"You mean Lottie? My younger sister?"
Your cheeks turned red, "Oh..."
"Yeah, 'oh,'" he chuckled, embracing you and pecking your forehead. "Do you realize it now, Y/N? I want you all to myself, but above all, I want you happy."
You nodded, "I want to make you happy, too, Louis."
"Then we're in agreement," he grinned before leaning down to claim your lips.
Niall: You're a Fairy.
"Y/N!"
Shit, he sounded furious, but could you really blame him, considering he had just suffered through a Fairy Prank?
"Y/N, I think you forget that I am a Fairy Hunter. It's my job to track you down."
You couldn't stop the giggles coming from your lips.
"I heard that!"
He was getting close to your hiding spot, but just when you were about to make a run for it...
"Gotcha!" Niall shouted, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Now, change it back."
"Change what back?" you asked, innocently.
"Don't play dumb, Y/N," he pointed up towards the top of his head. "My hair! It's not supposed to be brown."
"Yes, it is."
"No," he looked at you, his brows furrowing, "it's not."
"It is, Niall. You were born with brown hair, so your hair is supposed to be brown."
"But everyone else, including myself, prefers my hair to be blond!"
"Not me. I think you look very sexy as a brunette."
Niall gaped at you, seeming to lose whatever retort he had planned.
"Hmm..." you lifted a hand and snapped, giving him some stubble on his jaw. When you saw it appear, you let out a content giggle.
"What did you do?" his eyes widened. "What color is my hair now?"
You grinned, "I've done nothing else to your hair."
"Bullshit."
"Look for yourself, then," you separated your hands and made a mirror appear between them.
Niall let out a gasp, bringing his hands up to his face, "I just shaved this morning! Now, I have to do it all over again..."
You pouted, "But you look so hot with stubble..."
*****
You had been teasing the poor hunter all week, playing with fire and waiting to get burned.
"Y/N! Stop changing my clothes!"
"But you look so good in just a pair of sweatpants..."
"Y/N! Poof the towel back onto my midsection, please!"
"But--Oh...Fine..."
What you did today, however, seemed to be the last straw for Niall Horan.
Today, he was putting on a tuxedo, and because you knew it wasn't for you, you asked him why.
"My friend and I are going on a blind, double-date," he sighed, getting frustrated with the bowtie he kept fiddling with.
"Let me," you grinned before snapping your fingers.
Now, you were at a carnival, dressed in a polka-dotted dress, and you were on Niall's arm.
"Y/N...take us back home," he growled, looking over at you.
"But I thought--"
"Take us back home. Now."
"Fine..." you snapped your fingers.
"We really need to talk about this, Y/N," he said, leaning back against his bedpost. "You can't just keep manipulating me to your heart's content. In the beginning, it was fun, but now, I think you forget the situation. I'm your captor. I can kill you whenever I want."
You bowed your head, "Then go ahead."
"What?"
"By all means," you lifted your arms, letting out a sarcastic laugh. "Kill me. I'm annoying you, aren't I?"
Niall opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, the doorbell rang.
"That's my mate," he started to walk out of the room. "We'll continue this conversation later."
When he disappeared downstairs, you let out a ragged breath, feeling the waterworks coming on.
*****
"Y/N? Y/N, wake up."
The shakes he was giving were enough to wake anyone up.
Slowly, you got up, blinking your eyes and stretching your limbs. When you realized where you were, you immediately apologized, "Sorry...I sorta fell asleep on your bed..."
"It's okay," Niall gave you a small smile, sitting on the edge of the queen-size bed. "Did you cry yourself to sleep?"
You were awake now, "What makes you think that?"
"Your eyes are red," he pointed out. "Listen, I'm sorry about earlier, but you have to understand our relationship--"
"I don't want a relationship between us," you whispered with a sniffle. "I just want to go home."
Niall went silent, and the room remained quiet for several minutes before you spoke again.
"I'm tired of living here like this, Niall, so either kill me or let me go. If you do neither, I will make your life a living hell," you said between clenched teeth, trying to suppress your tears.
"Y/N, I would, but something tells me that's not what you want," he scooted closer to you, placing the back of his cool hand on your cheek. "You don't think I've noticed the little hints, the flirtations?"
You blushed, "Are you insinuating--"
He cut you off with his lips, kissing you passionately.
When he pulled back, he whispered, "I'm insinuating that and more, so...am I right?"
Your answer was another kiss.
Zayn: You're an Angel.
"So when are you going to do it?"
"Do what?"
"Rip my wings off and mount them on your wall."
Zayn frowned at the words you had spat at him.
"What makes you think I'm going to do that?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the wall.
"Isn't that what all angel hunters do?" you questioned, meaning it to be a rhetorical question, but a part of you wanted to know if Zayn was different.
For your sake, you hoped he was.
And that hope had strengthened every day that had passed since he had lured you back here, to his flat.
He was a good actor; you gave him that.
He pretended to show an interest, asked you on a couple of dates, and then, one magical night, he takes you out to a dinner beneath the stars. You two shared a picnic basket and blanket, and honestly, you were ready to give your all to this man...
You had come close to it.
He did have get you here, after all.
"Is that one of your horror tales? The stories angel parents tell their kids at night to teach them valuable lessons?" he smirked. "I'm telling you, Love, we hunters don't do that."
He pushed himself off the wall and stalked towards you, lifting up your chin so your eyes met his.
"We hunt rogue angels like you, who pretend to be human, and kill you to send you back to where you belong."
His voice was low and made you want to wrap yourself in it; it was so smooth, like silk, and it brought you back to sweeter times when the two of you weren't enemies.
But his words weren't those of a lover.
You slapped his hand away, turning your back to him, "You don't understand what it's like."
"No," he agreed. "I don't know what it's like to live in paradise, and I won't for a really long time. So if you would kindly show me your wings--"
"Heaven isn't paradise," you cut him off, looking at him over your shoulder. "It is in the beginning, but when you realize that everything you have for the rest of eternity can be yours as long as you wish it, it can be quite boring. You don't have to work for anything or earn it. At least here, in the world of the living, there's a sense of satisfaction."
Zayn just listened to your words, and when you finished, his face darkened, "Dinner will be ready in ten. You can eat downstairs with me tonight."
He walked towards the bedroom door and rested his hand on the knob, "I want to hear more about this false paradise of yours."
*****
"All my family and friends are here on Earth, living," you explained to Zayn, looking at your untouched meal. "But I--" he looked up at you after taking a spoonful of your soup and bringing it to his lips.
"It isn't poisoned," he swallowed.
Once his gaze returned to his bowl of tomato soup, you picked up your spoon and blew on the warm, red liquid.
"So..." he wiped his lips with his napkin, "you were saying."
"I don't see the point of telling you when I know you're going to kill me no matter what I say or do. I don't know why you are putting it off; maybe you're a procrastinator. I don't know. But this is cruel, making me wait like this," you felt the tears well up, and one managed to make its way down your cheek.
You reached up to wipe it away, but Zayn beat you to it, removing with the back of his fingers as if he were stroking the petals of a flower.
"Tell me your story, Y/N, and I'll probably let you live, Hunter's Promise," he whispered, his brown eyes looking so sincere.
So you told him your story, from the day you were born, to your death, to this very moment. And he listened, his holding yours and squeezing it whenever you came to a hard part to retell.
When you were done, he took in a breath and said, "Y/N, I can't kill you, and deep down, I knew it from the start," his eyes bore into yours. "Those kisses...the things I did and said while I was supposed to be pretending...I promise you they were sincere. I...care about you, even though I shouldn't. I want you to live with me. I'll protect you and give you all the love you need."
It was in that moment that you truly knew you were in love.
