Harry sat in the tallest tree next to house twenty-four, concealed behind the branches of the great oak. His green gaze was fixed on the house opposite, through the window at the young couple inside, tangled in the sheets of the bed. Watching his friends embrace one another happily brought a smile to his face and it only widened when hearing the three little words fall from Zayn's mouth.

The curly haired vampire could remember a time when Zayn had found it difficult to love. His past haunted him still, and it was no lie that what happened with Perrie had been the cause of his cautiousness and hesitation when it came to Laura.

Back in the twenties was when Harry had seen Zayn at his worst. Killing Perrie had just been the beginning of his friend's madness, and watching one family after the other being killed had been the final straw. That was when Louis and Harry had promised to help him.

The fear both Louis and Harry had shared was the loving part - was Zayn able to love again? Would the past be too much to recover from?

Harry squinted to get a better look, watching as the couple kissed passionately and held each other close. He smiled wider, pleased to see that all the hard work had finally paid off after all those years.

The branch beside Harry dipped as another body came to rest beside him. Harry laughed quietly.

"Look who's alive," he said, eyes still fixed on Zayn and Laura. He didn't have to look to know who it was.

"Just," Louis mumbled, stretching beside Harry. The curly vampire turned to smile at his Maker, the tousled hair covered in straw, and blood stain on his shirt making him laugh again. "You'd think that after years of trying to kill me, he'd finally remember to move the stake a little more to the left."

"You sound like you want him to kill you," Harry stated, running his hands through his hair.

Louis shrugged, no longer caring. After his four hundred years of living, there was a part of him that longed for that sweet release of death. The other part of him was mischievous, selfish and desperate to cause hell everywhere he went.

"His aim is shit," Louis laughed, looking in the direction that Harry was. Zayn and Laura were happy, that much was clear - the smiles on their faces and laughter coming from their mouths was conclusive enough.

"Look how distracted they are," Harry laughed suddenly.

Louis nodded. "I know. Ridiculous isn't it? It's amusing how easily a vampire can get distracted. He can't even hear us." Harry laughed at Louis' words. It was true; the young couple were so busy engaging with each other, that both Harry and Louis went unnoticed in the tree directly opposite the window. Harry tilted his head to the side.

"At least the plan worked," he muttered, looking over at his friend "He's finally able to love again."

Louis nodded in agreement. He'd often seen Zayn during his killing sprees, in utter disbelief he had watched him kill families repeatedly. Not even Louis had gone to the extent of causing a massacre. There had been times in the past were a few unfortunate souls had lost their lives due to the deliciousness of their blood. But Louis had never killed brutally like Zayn had.

"Thank God," Louis chuckled. "We saved him before he could go even more insane."

"His killing games were fucking crazy," Harry said, frowning. He knew that it was too dangerous to let Zayn continue with the murder and lead to the discovery of vampires. It was bound to happen if he'd been allowed to continue the way he was. Now, things were different: people were merciless. The whole vampire race would have been eliminated immediately if the world were to find out about them.

"At least now he can be loved," Louis said.

"And he can love," Harry added. He slowly glanced from the window over to his Maker, releasing a deep breath before saying, "You did go too far though."

"What?" questioned Louis. He gave Harry a quizzical look and waited for an answer. Had he gone a little bit too far with the whole situation?

"Laura is a lovely girl, Louis. She's awfully kind and selfless. I don't think you understand how much it hurt to betray them like that."

"It's not really betrayal if you stepped onto the scene already involved, is it?" Harry's Maker said, grinning wickedly.

Harry shrugged. Watching Zayn and Laura fall for each other more every day was when Harry had finally started to realize that his friend wasn't as troubled as he'd originally thought. Love was a funny thing, and Harry knew this from all of his past love affairs.

Time was the greatest thief of them all; snatching all of his lovers from his grasp. Harry could remember all of the women he had been in love with during his four hundred years, each and every single one of them holding a special place in his heart. Marie, the beautiful and fondest of them all; Lily, the girl he'd met in Germany during the second World War; Mary, the pixie-like woman from London in the 1800's; Sarah, the brunette he'd loved from Scotland; Andrea, the busty blonde from Spain. He could remember holding and kissing each one, loving them equally as much. Through the years, he'd never met anyone quite as captivating until-

"Who's this Marielle person that Laura was on about?" Louis asked suddenly.

Harry laughed at the coincidental timing of Louis' question. "I..." He cleared his throat. "Just a friend of Laura's who I really like."

Louis placed a hand gently on Harry shoulder. "Do you love her?"

Harry had asked himself that question several times over the last few months. Granted, he hadn't known Marielle for terribly long, but there was something there that drew him to her. A spark, one might say. Eventually, Harry shrugged.

"I don't know, Louis. She reminds me a little of Marie but yet, she's completely different."

Louis nodded and sympathetically rubbed Harry's back. "I'm afraid those memories will have to go, Harry."

Harry nodded weakly and looked up at the dark sky. The moon shone brightly above them and droplets of rain had began to fall. Harry knew what was soon to happen: they were leaving. It always happened after a long period of time.

"Where are we off to now?" Harry asked, standing on the branch and stretching his legs. "Surely back to America?"

Louis shrugged. "I had nowhere in mind. Firstly, we need to pay Marielle a little visit. And the rest of Laura's friends when I think about it. We can't have everyone remembering your existence."

Harry nodded but said nothing. This was what he hated most. Leaving everything he'd grown used to in the duration of his time there. Still, as a vampire, he found letting everything go difficult.

"I'll do the Persuading," Louis said but grinned when seeing Harry's blank expression. "You can have Marielle if you'd like?"

Harry nodded and jumped from the tree, landing gracefully on the ground next to Zayn's house. Louis followed close after, eyes still locked on the bedroom window. With a sly grin, he focused his attention on the window sill and conjured a symbol with his mind, focusing all his energy on that spot. Not a second later, a pigeon sat silently on the window ledge, its beady eyes looking down at the two vampires.

"Why?" Harry asked, frowning at Louis.

He shrugged. "If Zayn realizes I'm not dead, it keeps him on his toes. I'm just making sure he keeps loving and protecting Laura for as long as they live."

"Evil bastard," Harry laughed before lifting his fisted hand. Slowly, he uncurled his fingers and allowed the small white butterfly to flutter from his palm and join the bird up by the window.

"Think of them as our goodbye messages," Louis suggested before casting one final glance up at the window before turning and descending down the street. He didn't wait for Harry. The curly haired vampire still gazed up at the window, smiling to himself when hearing the words: you're worth everything.

"Zayn, you little shit," he laughed quietly to himself before turning and following in Louis' footsteps, leaving the street and it's occupants to enjoy the silence of the night.

Zayn was happy and so was Laura. That's all that mattered to Harry. To see that his friend hadn't fallen completely under the surface and been lost to his vampirism was why Harry left with a skip in his step and smile on his face.

Only when the rain started to pour, had Harry and Louis disappeared from sight.

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So, we have come to the end.

FINALLY

Thank you everyone for reading! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Even though it's nearly been two years since I started it -_-

I'll post ONE FINAL THING soon, answering questions and thanking you a little more, so yay! Ask me the weird ad wonderful!! I love answering questions too much. It could be about the characters, the plot, the twists I put on the vampire history blah blah blah I DON'T MIND!! :D

Man, I'm chuffed it's nearly finished aha xxx

Cazza