Mia's POV:

*2 weeks later*

My eyes wander over all of my friends heading down the halls, greeting me kindly.

I just smile, not sure how to reply.

They all know what happened to me, but I don't remember a thing. The police told me that an older man kidnapped me and I escaped as he was driving me to the next town over. They found me dazed and confused on the side of the road, all alone. They also told me how he killed some people before picking me up, I was supposed to be his next victim.

Although they tell me this, it doesn't seem right. There is something not right about all of this, it feels as if something is missing.

Every night I have dreams of somebody named Zayn. I'm not sure who this man is, but I know in my dreams, I am in love with him as he is with I.

I've had a few dreams of him coming over and having dinner with my parents and I, of us making love, and of us taking walks in town. Even some more sinister ones...ones that show me crying and screaming after he just told me that he was going to have to sacrifice me soon. Over the few dreams, I pieced together some of what happened.

He was killed when he was eighteen years old and felt he had the right to take somebody else's life to fulfill his own. But that's all I know.

I try to ask my parents if they remember a boy named Zayn coming over but they wave me off, saying it's a side-effect of the medication the doctor gave to me. And when I ask my other friends, they say they have no idea what I am talking about...

Perhaps I am making this all up and it is a side-effect of the medication...but how did I make this person up? It just doesn't make sense to me.

As I enter French, my smile brightens when I notice Niall, "Hey!"

"Ahhh, there's the lady of the hour." He grins, taking my hand. "Your parents finally let you come back?"

"Yeah, finally." I laugh, shrugging.

"How're you?"

"I'm okay..." I lie, smiling slightly.

"You don't have to lie to me, Mia. I'm your best friend." Niall reassures me. "But can I ask you a weird question?"

"Shoot."

"Well, I might be going crazy...but I happen to remember somebody and whenever I ask somebody if they do, they have no idea who I am talking about..."

"What's their name?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe I know them."

"If anything, you surely would."

"Okay, so tell me!"

"Well his names Zayn Malik...and he just....disappeared. And I find it really fucking weird because nobody remembers who the hell I am talking about!"

My eyes widen and I block out the rest of what Niall says, "You remember a Zayn Malik?"

"Well...yeah. That's what I just said."

"Are you kidding with me, Niall? You better not be kidding with me." I threaten him, my breathing increasing.

"I'm not!" He defends himself. "I'm just really fucking confused!"

"So he is real..." I whisper to myself, coming to a conclusion.

"What?"

"I have to go find him."

Harry's POV:

Darkness surrounds me and my body shakes as I outstretch my arms, looking for anything to grab onto.

"Hello?" I call out, my voice cracking slightly.

I take a few more steps blindly until I feel a hot breath on the back of my neck, making my body stiffen.

"W-Who's there?"

A chilling voice replies, "I've been watching you for awhile now...and I want to help you, Harry."

"How do you know my name?" I ask, worriedly.

"I know everything about you, my boy. About how much hate you hold for somebody named Zayn...and I am here to tell you we have that in common..."

"Do we now?"

"We do...you see, he betrayed me and I need your help to destroy him for me. You would be doing me and yourself a favor." The man tells me, his invitation sounding very inviting.

"How do I do that...I'm dead." I tell him, not believing I could do it.

"I can bring you back as something that Zayn was once...something with a great deal of power..."

"A-A demon?"

"Yes." They agree, breathing on my neck. "And once you destroy him...I will return you to the human world..."

I gulp, "Do you promise?"

"Of course, Harry."

"Okay...I'll do it. I'll kill Zayn."

Zayn's POV:

I watch out over the city, nobody else on my mind but her.

What I did needed to be done...she can't ruin her life to be with me. She can't leave her family for me.

My attention turns to a bodyguard that enters my room, "Sir?"

"Yes?" I ask, annoyed.

"The president would like to speak with you, immediately." He informs me, his thick Russian accent showing immensely.

"Yes...tell him I will be with him shortly."

After he leaves, I look back over the city of Moscow, admiring its beauty.

I take a sip of my wine and wipe my mouth, fixing my suit and taking a deep breath before heading to do my duties and leaving my thoughts behind.
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Ahhhh! Darkness is officially over (well there's one more bonus chapter, so stay tuned)!

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I love you all so much and please keep your eyes opened for the second book coming soon! And for The Box if you love supernatural books, because what can I say, I love writing them.