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.


3. Mysteries

The few weeks I have been in Belfry have been... mysterious. Everyone here seems like they are hiding something. Even my own mother!
The Beetle sputters, then dies.
"Just my luck!" I groan.
I pull out my phone and look for 'Willa' in my contacts.
I put the phone to my ear and listen to the steady ringing.
"Violet? Where are you? I didn't see you this morning!"
"Willa my car broke down! Can you.. Can.." I lose my train of though as I see a black corvette slowed to a stop next to me.
"Violet? Hello? Vi? Are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine, I'll call you back, okay?"
"Vi, what's going on?"
I just hang up.
The window slowly rolls down.
"Need a lift?" The deep, husky, British accent asks.
I take in a shaky breath.
"I have a ride," I say, but even I didn't believe myself.
"Doesn't look like it. And," he looks through the sun roof to the sky. "It looks like it's going to rain. So, suit your self." He says, rolling up the window.
"Wait!" I say, opening the door.
He smirks.
"I knew you couldn't resist me."
I just roll my eyes as he speeds off down the road. He whips into a parking space and gets out of the car. I get out of the car, grabbing my bag. I walk faster than him, all the way up to the doors. I glance back at him and he's just smirking. I fast walk down the vacant hallway down to my first class.
"Hi, sorry I'm late, my car broke down." I say, rushing to my seat.
"That's alright Miss Rashthed."
Then Zayn enters.
"Why are you late Zayn?"
"I had to give Miss Sassy over here a ride." He says, laughing and going to his seat, pushing the chair back, and placing his combat boots on the desk.
I look forward at the chalkboard and I see Finn glaring at Zayn. Finn and I weren't a thing yet, but I still felt guilty. All of a sudden, I smelt smoke. I glance around and I see that Zayn has lit a cigarette. In class.
"Mr. Malik, I believe that now is not the time to be smoking, please put that out." Mr. Burner says as nicely as he can.
"Nah I'm good."
Zayn says, leaning back in his chair.
This bad ass look on him was hot.
What am I saying? Well, in all honesty, it was.
"Mr. Malik-" all of a sudden, Mr. Burner's jaw goes slack, and his eyes gloss over.
"Fine. You can keep the cigarette." I open my mouth and look at Zayn. No one else seemed to notice what just happened. He glances at me staring at him and all of a sudden fear flashes in front of his eyes, for just a split second, then it was gone. After class I go up to Finn.
"Did you see that?"
"See what?"
"What Zayn did. In class. To Mr. Burner." I remind him.
He glances at me with what seemed like worry flash in his eyes, but just like Zayn's fear, it was gone in a split second.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
I just look at him strangely then nod, making it seemed like I believed him, which I didn't.
"You're right. I must've just imagined it." I say, waving it off.
At lunch, I just pick at my food, lost in thought. What happened in Algebra today? It was almost as if... No that can't be it. I was pulled from my thoughts by Alex talking.
"Violet? Hello?"
"What sorry?" I ask.
"I asked if you have seen the new movie out, Safe Haven." She says, irritated.
"Uh, no. Have you?"
"No, you wanna come with me and Willa on Friday to see it?" She asks in a fake sweet tone.
I didn't think Alex liked me very much.
"Uh, sure."
When I got home that night, I collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. I wake up to a loud thumping. Thinking it was a tree against a window or something, I just rolled over. The noise kept going. It was getting louder, more insistent. This was not like Willa's soft, steady thump against the door, but a ragged, loud thump. I grab the bat from behind the fake plant we have in the living room and creep towards the door.
"Hello?" I call, griping the bat tight.
No answer. I look through the glass and see nothing but black. I slowly open the door. I see a hooded figure, leaning against the doorframe. He flips off his hood.
"Zayn? What the hell happened to you?" I ask, examining his deep wound on his forehead.
I help him limp inside. I help him to a chair and he sits down.
I go and get a towel and put water on it, rushing towards him. I see he is holding his side as I dab at his forehead.
"Is there something under your shirt?" I ask, moving my hand on top of his. My heart skips a beat and my stomach flutters.
He looks up at my with big brown eyes, so dark, I couldn't see his pupils.
He doesn't answer.
"Zayn.." I strain. I lift up his shirt.
"I knew you couldn't wait to get my clothes off." He jokes.
I gasp as I see a big claw mark straight across his stomach.
"What happened? We need to get you to a hospital!" I exclaim.
"I can't go to a hospital. Can you just sew me up and we can be done here?"
"Why did you come here?" I ask, looking at the ground.
He smiles. "You sewed someone up when you were a Girl Scout."
"How did you..."
"Can you just focus on this?" He says, gesturing to his body, which was a bad way to get me focus on his scratch, because his toned abs were making me go into a trance.
I shake my head, grabbing the needle and string. I poke it through his skin, which made me flinch, but he didn't. Once I finish, I turn to his head, taking the towel off of it. He was laying on the counter, so I was looking down at him.
He was staring at me, arms behind his head.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing," he says, smiling.
I roll my eyes and finish wiping the blood off his face.
"What happened to you?" I whisper.
He just sighs, avoiding my answer.
"I should get going." He says, trying to stand up. I push him back down with the tips of my fingers.
"You aren't going anywhere. You need to rest."
"On the counter?"
"Come on, then," I say, helping him towards the couch.
I hand him his shirt and he slips it over his head, making his muscles tense, showing off those biceps and those toned abs.... Snap out of it Violet!
"Like what you see?" He smirks.
"Just sleep." I say, pushing him down on the couch.
I start to walk up the stairs, but then my mom walks in the door.
"Hey Violet." She walks over near the couch. I bite my lip and close my eyes, hoping she wouldn't see him.
"Violet? Who's your friend?" She says, obviously aggravated.
I slowly walk down the stairs, releasing my lip.
"He's uh, he's Zayn. Zayn Malik. A friend from school." I say casually.
"Uh, Vi, can we have a minute?" My mom says, anger flashing in her eyes.
"Sure." I say, walking back up the stairs but standing at the corner, listening to their conversation.
They weren't saying anything. I go to my bedroom door and shut it closed. I go back to the corner, listening.
"I know what you are. You better stay away from my daughter. I don't want you anywhere near her. You tell your kind to stay away."
"Yes ma'am."
"Now you best be going." She says harshly.
I hear the front door close. I sigh and walk back to my room.
I groan and get back up and walk downstairs.
"I don't want you seeing that boy ever again. You hear me?" She says, arms folded neatly over her chest.
"Yes Ma'am."
But we all know, the things we can't have, makes us want them more.
Hey guys! I changed the story so no more shifters, just make that clear. I didn't like the whole concept. Kay bye! Keep commenting/liking/favoriting! -Abbey
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