The Revenge of Love. *Niall Horan Fanfiction*

*Sequel of The Love of a Blood-Sucking Prince. *Niall Horan Fanfiction* It's been a year since King Derek was killed and Jenny was announced Princess of the Vampires. But, Jenny hasn't been acting like herself lately. In other hands, Niall meets up with another princess that wants him back, but Niall won't go back because he has Jenny. So, the Princess rages about a Vampire dating a human, so she tries to kidnap Jenny. And the boys find something unusually. They think that a half-human, half-vampire don't exist...Until the boys and Jenny's friends meet up with one. Who is this other Princess? Who is this half-human, half-vampire? You'll see in The Revenge of Love!

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14. The Dead Body.

  *Hilda's P.O.V*

  I was wiping my mouth with my hand since I just finished eating human students that go to this stupid school. Trina and Katherina were doing the same thing. This boy was in a sport activity. Boys and girls who are active and always working out, always have delicious blood. I tied up my hair since it came undone due to me killing the boy for him amazing blood.

  "Tastes like an A+," I said, licking some of the blood off my lips.

  "Smells like an O-," Trina said, "If you ask me."

  "You're all so pathetic," The voice sighed.

  "Who said that!" I said, turning in circles to see who it was, "Show yourself!"

  I saw a shadow starting to form near me. I watched it carefully. But, this shadow looks awfully familiar. And the voice, too. Who's shadow is this? All of a sudden, it disappeared! I gasped and looked around mad and a bit scared. I had Trina and Katherina next to me and held them really close. This rat isn't going nowhere.

  "Up here," The voice smirked, "Princess Hilda."

  I gasped.

  "You!" I said, turning to the person.

  *Zayn's P.O.V*

  I put my back on my locker and slid down to the floor to sit with Louis. Who were those two kids? The boy with the curly mohawk and shaved sides on his head looked like a jackass in personality and a jackass in clothing. Sadly, I would know because I'm really good with fashion. I covered up my yawn because I didn't want anyone seeing my sharp fangs, revealing my identity.

  "I'm trying to wonder," Louis said, "What was that boy's problem?"

  "Probably has PMS problems," I sighed.

  "PMS is a girl's problem," Louis looked to me, "Stupid."

  "Boys can get PMS," I said.

  "Anyone can get PMS," Jenny said, coming towards us.

  "Hi Jenny," Louis smiled, "Michael."

  "Louis," Michael smiled back.

  "Denise. Gemma," I said, "You came back."

  "Denise missed her hubby," Gemma smiled.

  "And Gemma missed her brother," Denise smiled.

  "Where is he anways?" Gemma asked.

  "Actually," Louis said, "We haven't seen him all day."

  Then, we all heard screaming. We all looked at each other and ran to the end of the hall, towards the window. The moment we looked was the moment we all regret, looking. Some boy was killed by something! We all ran down the stairs and got outside to the body. Wait a minute, that boy was James. He's an amazing soccer player. We all looked at his torn up body. His sister, Camilia, was holding him so close and was balling her eyes out.

  "Big brother!" She cried, "Please come back!!"

  Then, Jenny noticed his body was scratched up to death. Immediately, Jenny turned to me with her eyes changing to dark red which meant Jenny was angry. Everyone followed her direction towards me. I did shit all! They should ask Louis.

  "What?" I said, "I did nothing!"

  "Yeah right," Jenny said, pissed.

  "It's true," Louis said, "He was with me."

  "Thank you." I said.

  We all looked at the body, observing every detail of it. But, these scratches looked so familiar. As if a Vampire did this. But, none of us or Niall's men would do this. I have a bad feeling that Hilda and her little brat friends, Trina and Katherina, did this little mess. And we'll stop them from whatever they plan on doing.

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