Dark Light

Violet Rashthed, a beautiful, bright girl, moves into a new town. The town is dark and mysterious, and full of secrets. But then she meets the dark and mysterious Zayn Malik. Zayn always flirts with her, even if it's just to bug her. One day, Zayn shows up at her house, with a gash on his forehead. She helps him clean up. After that moment, they begin realizing how much they cared for each other. Violet goes through pain, suffering, heartbreak, and thrill. But I guess that's what happens when you fall in love with a werewolf.

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5. Give Me An Explanation

Chapter 5

At first I didn't know what to do. I wrap my arms around his body, trying to pull him closer, before realizing that was impossible. 

His rough lips search mine. He licks my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I open my mouth, letting him in. For a moment, I completely forgot about the whole werewolf thing, and just focused right here, right now. 

The butterflies that had just recently sent an army through my stomach, faded as he pulled away.

He looks at me with those dark eyes, with a hunger in them.

"W-what's going on, Zayn?" I ask, our faces inches apart.

He doesn't answer. 

"Zayn." I plead.

"I already told you I'm a werewolf."

"So that means Twilight's real?"

He laughs and I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe I wasn't crazy.

"No. Your so silly," he says, stroking my cheek. "There's no such thing as vampires."

I gulp. That's not the answer I wanted to hear.

"Will you tell me what's going on?" I repeat.

"I already told you."

"There's something more, Zayn, I can tell."

He doesn't answer. 

Suddenly, his head snaps towards the trees. He stares for a long time, then finally says, "We need to get out of here. It's not safe."

I could feel my hands trembling. 

"Zayn?" I ask, his back towards me as he attempts to lead me towards his car. 

He turns his head sideways, to listen.

"To answer your question, I am scared." I whimper, rubbing my hands on my arms. 

His expression softens, and he turns fully around.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Love." He whispers, stroking my cheek.

His eyes flash to my lips, then softly press onto them. Again, the army of butterflies rampages through my stomach.

He walks me to his car, helping me in.

"What about my car?" I ask as he gets in.

"We'll pick it up tomorrow."

I nod and turn and look out the window.

"Care to tell me now, what's going on?" I push.

He sighs, hands griping the wheel so tightly, his knuckles were white.

"Well, I'm no Jacob Black, but we are almost the same. We can change whenever we want, but we also have other," he glances at me, choosing his words wisely. "Abilities."

"Like you persuading our teacher to let you smoke a cigarette in class?" I smirk.

He laughs. "You're different? You know that? You could see when I did that, but no one else can? How is that?" He wonders.

I shrug. "I'm just that damn talented." I joke, nudging him with my elbow. 

He cracks a smile but seems lost in thought. 

"Anything else? Like who was that other wolf?" I ask, twiddling my thumbs in my lap.

"Um, I don't know if I'm allowed to tell you... I'm not even supposed to be telling you this right now."

"Then why are you?"

He gives me a side glance and sighs.

"Frankly I don't know. Like I said, there's something about you that's different."

Something comes to my mind.

"How did you know I sewed someone up in Girl Scouts?"

He lets out a deep belly laugh that made me giggle.

"Can you like read minds or something?" I ask.

He laughs again. "No, but there is something called a school file."

I gape at him. "You went through my school file? Why?" 

He shrugs.

I laugh. But it comes out nervous and forced.

"What are you scared of?" He asks, staring at the road ahead, knuckles still white on the steering wheel.

"I'm not scared of you, if that's what you're asking." I say, truthfully.

He lets out a breath and his knuckles loosen on the steering wheel.

"Why?"

"I don't want you to be scared of me." He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

We pull up to a black small house, not a shack, but close to it.

"I need to call my mom." I say.

He nods.

"Hey mom."

"Hey sweetie how was the movie?"

"It was good jut a bit slow, hey look, I'm staying at Willa's tonight okay?"

"Okay honey bye I love you."

"Love you too."

Then, I dial Willa's number.

"Hey Willa."

"Hey Vi, what's up?"

"I need you to tell my mom, if she asks, that I'm at your house okay? Please."

"Okay, but Violet what's going on?"

"It's nothing, thank you." I say, hanging up and walking inside.

The floor creaks as I step inside.

I walk to the kitchen where Zayn is standing.

"Hey." I say.

He turns and smiles, showing his ice white teeth. 

"Hey."

I walk up to him and look over his shoulder. He was making bacon. At midnight. Not that I was complaining, I love bacon.

"Bacon? At midnight?" I laugh.

He smirks. "Got a problem with that?" 

I shake my head. "No, no, no. I love bacon."

He laughs that deep laugh that made me insane.

"My turn!" I say, pushing him out of the way, and flipping the bacon.

His laugh gets louder.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You're so cute." He says, wrapping his arms around my waist, head on my shoulder.

My breath hitches in my throat, and he notices. I could feel him smile on my shoulder.

"Why me?" I whisper.

"What?"

"Why did you pick me? Out of all the girls in the school, you pick me."

He smiles, grabbing my shoulders.

"I told you, Violet, there is something special about you. Something no one else has. You're beautiful, funny, amazing, and addictive." He says, planting a love bite on my neck with every compliment.

I wrap my arms around his neck, drawing him closer. His hands playfully squeeze my butt, and I gasp.

He laughs against my skin, making warm air rush down my neck.

He grabs my hand and takes me upstairs, and puts me on his bed.

"You can sleep here." He says, walking out.

"You can't sleep here too?"

He shakes his head. "You'll find out why soon enough, Love." He shuts the door, leaving me in darkness. I lay back on his bed, inhaling the intoxicating fumes that spread out on his bed.

I replay the events from today over and over in my head. Nothing made sense. I spread my arms out and fall asleep, before I could think too much.

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