Echo -Complete-

Picture after picture I take and you're there. Not really but on the camera screen.
You're in my dreams. Your touch sends me away yet I've never met you.
Kiss me again. Make me feel alive in my reverie.
Who are you?
If I feel this way in my dreams, why would I ever wake up?

***This story is based off the book 'Elixir' by Hillary Duff. I will not/do not copy word for word nor do I steal the whole concept. If you've read that book and you see similarities, this is the reason why.


9. Olivia

I was in complete shock. She's so...old.

I shook the disgusting thoughts out of my head and opened my mouth to speak.


She observed me with her cold eyes, finding my familiarity. "You must be Janae."

I nodded. "And this..." she looked to my side, "This must be Mason." He stiffly nodded as well, completely freaked out.

She looked to Zayn and shook her head in disappointment. He looked down in shame, obviously knowing what she was thinking.

What WAS she thinking?

"I suppose you came here for the elixir but you must follow my instructions." We nodded.

"Sit" she ordered. We all sat on chairs and ottomans that were in front of the couch she sat on.

"I must show you how this all began. My time is limited but the stories of these young girls must be told." I gulped.

"Gather hands."

I grabbed Masons hand with my right but hesitated to grab hers. Ewww...

Zayn gave me a reassuring look that made me give in. I slowly slipped my hand in her bony one and bit my lips when she squeezed it a bit. I felt that if I squeezed back I'd break her.

"As you guys may know I'm a witch and I'm allowed to show you anything I want. Are you ready?"

I nodded.

"Now close your eyes."

When I did, I was brought to an entirely different place. I wasn't there but I was like a camera man to a movie, filming everyone.

There was a ballroom with many people and my lip quivered when I noticed that this was the same ballroom that Zayn painted Olivia's death in. Observing the room I see a very beautiful young lady with raven black hair and crystal blue eyes. She walked up to a young man and I gulped when I saw it was Zayn. She spoke to him and the voice was instantly recognizable. It was Margot's, The Dark Lady.

That's how old she is? Damn.

Zayn nodded and left to the front doors, greeting people. One girl certainly got my attention. She had an amazing gown on and looked It must've been Olivia.

Zayn took her hand and led her further into the room. "Looking as beautiful as ever" he smiled. She tinged and rolled her eyes, "Flattery will get you nowhere."

He chuckled, "Are you ready for the most boring night of your life?" "Does the whole night have to be boring?" she teasingly smiled. "That's your choice."

Another boy came to the couple and greeted them. Oh my. He looked exactly like Mason. It must've been Gianni, like in my paintings...Olivia's paintings. Gianni spoke to Zayn about the elixir. Zayn told him it was nonsense and if it were real it'd in the backroom.

Gianni was satisfied with that answer and left the two alone to dance.

Hours passed in the scene and Gianni became unbelievably intoxicated, running his mouth about any and everything.

Some men approached him and I nearly gasped when I recognized their faces. They're the men from the CV.

Gianni began bragging about how high in society he is and how he knows where the elixir is.

Oh no.

I wanted to yell at him to shut up but I could not change anything.

The CV's smug looks disgusted me. The left in a group to the back room.

Olivia and Zayn were dancing and they were so happy looking. Zayn leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I have a surprise for you" he whispered. She smiled up at him, "Will I like this surprise?" "I think you'll love it." "Like I love you?" "Definitely."

There was commotion and yelling from deep in the ballroom. Men from the CV had grabbed Gianni by the throat and led him to the stage. People began fanning out trying desperately to leave the ballroom but others of the CV blocked the door, leaving the people trapped.

"Hello everyone" the leader announced, jerking Gianni around. Zayn was in shock with Olivia cowering behind him.

"Thanks to this man here, we now will be more powerful than anything. Even The Society." His crooked grin sent chills down my spine.

"Gianni!" Zayn yelled, trying desperately to push though the crowd and save his best friend. "Zayn!" Olivia called out, trying to stop him. The CV grabbed a hold of Zayn too and the leaders grin widened. "Why, hello Zayn. You don't know it yet but you are of great value to us."

They held Gianni and Zayn up on stage, displaying them to everyone. Olivia couldn't do anything but hold on to her iris charm necklace...the same as mine.

Zayn struggled in their grip and the room went into hysteria when the man holding Gianni slit his throat. Zayn lost his breath as he watched his best friend fall to the ground, limp.


"Gianni" Olivia gasped.

"I think she's next" the man pointed his bloody knife at Olivia. Her eyes widened and she turned to run away but the other men grabbed her by the arms and held her there. "Please" Zayn begged, "don't."

The man who killed Gianni hopped off stage and went to Olivia. He turned and smiled at Zayn before plunging the knife through her heart. Her scream was deafening. He twisted it and pulled it out, letting her flop to the cold floor. "Olivia!" Zayn cried.

He pushed out of the mans grip and got off stage, running to her. He pushed the other CV out of the way and got on his knees beside her. He grabbed her face between his hands and kissed all over. "Please don't leave me" he whispered, his voice cracking. "Please."

Her breath was running low and her pants were unbearable to hear.

Zayn sniffled as he pulled the ring out of his pocket and slid it on her fourth finger.

He was going to marry her.

Her faint smile was beautiful and her nod was small. He kissed her hand that soon went limp in his grip. "No... no no no."

"How sweet" the man hissed, ripping Zayn away from her. He was weak now. The only people he ever loved so much were gone. The crowd of people around him were quiet and watched as he was dragged away. Margot yelled, "Soon Zayn! Soon."

They took him to the woods and brought out a bottle of a clear liquid. Nearly like water but much thicker. They dipped the knife in it and brought it to his face. "You see this?" He didn't answer.

"This chooses rather you live or die tonight." He whimpered as he slid it across his cheek.

Then suddenly he buried it in his heart. His gasp was faint and eyes wide in shock. He pulled it out and pulled up Zayn's shirt, watching as it instantly healed.

They smiled, satisfied that it worked and practically shoved half the bottle down his throat. They beat him and left him there.

How could they?

I felt the grip on my hand loosen and the scene was gone. I didn't know I was crying until I felt the tears run down my cheeks.

I quickly wiped them away and looked around the room. Mason was surprised and I would be too if I looked like the person that caused many deaths that night. Zayn looked hurt.

"She was my best friend" Margot said. "I'm sorry" I mumbled.

She shook her head. "The elixir ruined many lives. Took some away, maybe made them last longer than needed" she looked over at Zayn. "But it was made to get rid of humanity's biggest fear."

My voice was a low whisper of recognition "Death."


A/N: Happy Birthday Zayn!

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