The Prince [Zayn Malik]

The Visit

"Drew, the Prince is here." Mom said, disturbing my self pity. "Your Dad and I are leaving now."

Prince Zayn requested that when he visits me today, we must be alone in the house. I'm terrified of what he'll do to me. I refuse to let him rape me, though. That part of the contract doesn't come into the picture until November 16th.

"Goodbye, mom." I said as she walked out. Tears blurred my vision. I don't want to see him. I don't want him to see me. Why did he even come up with this contract? It's not fair.

I heard the front door close, signaling that my parents were gone. I didn't move from my spot on my bed. I am not going to face him.

That second, my bedroom door burst open.

"I ordered that I spend the day with you. I don't care what you want to do. You're going to face me whether you like it or not." The angry voice of Prince Zayn growled at me. I gasped and immediately stood, remembering I should always do that in the presence of a Royal.

"H-How did you know I was thinking th-that?" I stuttered, terrified.

He chuckled. "I'm a vampire, sweetheart." I cringed when he called me that. "I can read your mind whenever I want to." He said, taking a step towards me. I stepped backwards and bumped into the wall. "Why are you backing away, Drew?" He asked through clenched teeth.

You're scaring me. Why the hell do you think I'm backing away? You just came in my room and started yelling at me. Do you think I'm gonna want to be close to you?

"I scared you?" He raised an eyebrow. Gosh, I wish this dick couldn't read minds. "It's not nice to call people that, dear Drew. Especially not the Prince.

I could easily kill you right now."

"I wish you would. I would rather be dead than married to you." I stated harshly.

"Don't lie to yourself, my love." He smirked. "I know your family is poor. I can fix that, if you just go along with this contract. I know you would love to live a luxurious life. I'm offering you that. Just don't fight this and it'll be a whole lot better."

"Why wouldn't I fight it? I know what you're gonna do. You'll rape me, then get bored of me, and drink every last drop of my blood until I'm dead." I said boldly.

His smirk and cocky look went away. It was replaced by pain and anger. "I wouldn't have stopped your execution if I planned on killing you myself." He said through gritted teeth. "Most girls would be excited about this opportunity."

"Well, I'm not." I told him.

"I can change your mind." He smirked, back to his cocky self. "You'll fall in love with me soon."

"Why would I fall in love with a bastard who threatens to kill my family and plans on raping me?" I scoffed.

"I never said a word about raping you." He replied, obviously angry.

"I know what vampires are like. You're merciless. You don't value life at all. You think humans are inferior. You think you can have your way with humans. You plan on raping me. Did you not see the last agreement in that contract?" I rolled my eyes.

"You seem like you're asking for it now." He growled. The look of anger and determination in his dark eyes horrified me.

"J-Just get away from me. Haven't you done enough?" I gave up trying to be obstinate and strong. I couldn't blink back anymore tears. They finally all came pouring out.

"Too soon. I knew it." Zayn said to himself. What the fuck is he talking about? "Look, I'll leave. Just stop crying. It's not worth it."

Then he was gone. He didn't even spare me a goodbye. His tone wasn't kind at all.

I absolutely can't stand him. He's arrogant. He's inconsiderate. He's used to having everything go his way. He's horrible. Why would I want to spend my life with a person like him? Oh wait, he isn't a person. He's a vampire.

*Zayn*

"I screwed that up." I mumbled flopping down on the bed.

'I absolutely can't stand him. He's arrogant. He's inconsiderate. He's used to having everything go his way. He's horrible. Why would I want to spend my life with a person like him? Oh wait, he isn't a person. He's a vampire.'

That hurt. She really thinks of me like that? I didn't bother listening to the rest of her thoughts. She thinks of me as just another vampire. Other vampires slaughter hundreds on a daily basis. I only murder people when necessary. In my 534 years of being alive, I've probably only killed maybe 600 people. My father is a different story. He takes the life of anyone who annoys him slightly.

I don't know why I care so much about this human girl. She can't stand me at all. Something draws me to her. I've barely spoken to her. When we've actually had a conversation, I've been anything but nice. When I'm around her, it's like I can't control myself. I want her to like me. I saved her life. The least she could do was pretend to like me.

But why would she like me? I've forced her into a future that she's terrified of. I haven't been nice to her the slightest. I can't blame her for hating me.

I acted too soon. I should've given her a week or so to process what her future will be. I shouldn't have spoken to her in private so soon. Now she's terrified of me and hates my guts.

"Sir, you have some visitors." A maid said from the other side of my bedroom door.

"Who is it?" I asked, not really wanting to see people after what happened earlier.

"King Liam Payne of England and Duke Harry Styles of America, Your Highness." She answered.

"Send them in." I ordered, sitting up in bed. I couldn't let my best friends see me in such a depressed state.

"Hey, mate." Liam said as he entered my room.

"Why do you look so down?" Harry inquired, closing the door behind him.

"I finally talked to the girl." I admitted.

"The one that you signed the contract with? That's all over the news. What's up with that?" Liam questioned.

"She was gonna be executed. I met her the other night. I hardly said anything to her, but something about her made me want her. I don't know what it was. But I made a contract with her, so she doesn't get killed." I explained, getting a copy of the contract from my nightstand. I handed it to Liam so they could read it.

"I saw a picture of her." Harry said, scanning over the paper. "She's hot."

I clenched my fists. "She's mine." I stated, looking him dead in the eye.

Harry frowned. "Sorry, mate. I didn't know she meant that much to you." He apologized quickly.

"So why do you look so upset?" Liam inquired. "You obviously like this girl a lot and you're marrying her in a couple years. What's wrong with that?"

"She absolutely hates me." I muttered. "She hasn't said a kind word to me yet."

"Have you been nice to her?" Liam asked, knowing good and well that I have an uncontrollably short temper.

"Not really." I sighed.

"Then why would she be nice to you?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"She keeps thinking these terrible things about me, though. She thinks I plan on raping her and then killing her." I explained.

"Hm." Liam sighed.

"You've got a difficult one on your hands." Harry told my sympathetically.

Difficult? Yes. Absolutely.

Impossible? No. Definitely not.